As a villain, I raised a defeated dog to become a black boss

But it seems that the concern is not about his physical condition, but...

"Will...Teacher, if you say something like this and others hear it, something will happen...right?"

"What... what?!"

Will suddenly realized that he had just dreamed about the ending of a defeated dog, and not only had he dreamed about the ending of a defeated dog, but he had also accidentally spoken out what was in his heart.

Please, let’s raise the innocent, cute and cute little princess to be a cruel black empress or something super cool.

Although he actually felt that telling her this goal now...

It's a bit too early, after all, this is a weakling princess who has never even fought against her sister's evil forces.

but!

If such words are heard in the palace, various evil forces will target him. It doesn't matter if they target him, the most important thing is not to target Treya.

He was so frightened that he sat up from the bed and knocked several dolls off the bed with a crackle. He quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else.

"My rag, my stupidity, my little pudding..."

"I'm sorry! I'll make it up later. Um...this is...Tereya's bed?"

Take a closer look...

There is indeed nothing dangerous nearby. The black bedroom with no curtains is very cozy.

even……

He also slept on a soft, triple-thick princess bed that only appeared in fairy tales.

"Master, you finally woke up. Why did you faint just because you hit Treya's forehead?"

Elle was also there, but she didn't seem to realize that Will had just spoken out wildly.

"My forehead...is hard?"

Thereya touched her forehead, but there was nothing wrong with her forehead.

"I...I'm fine. Maybe I just fainted for a while..."

Will breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clock hanging opposite him. He had actually been lying there for half an hour.

"We still need to practice hard."

Although a little dizzy, he got off the bed.

"Just...just pretend you didn't hear anything."

Treya watched Will stagger out.

"Become... become... an empress?"

She repeated this sentence, for some reason...

This is the first time I want to recite this sentence a few more times.

Chapter 81 Desire

Thinking about being in Treya's boudoir just now, Will felt a little happy. As the most favored little princess in the empire, it was such a lovely boudoir.

Doll hey hey hey.

Soft bed hehehe.

Soft little pillow hehehe.

...Ah no, I'm a little scared.

Treya must have heard her sleep talk about wanting her to be the empress.

She shouldn't take this sentence seriously and run to the king the next second and say, "Old guy, come down here and Will said let me take it"...right?

No, we can’t dwell on this matter.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that that reckless Treya would really do it without any expression!

but……

Now let her understand that "there is such a goal in the world"...

Maybe not a bad thing.

If Treya continues to grow in the direction he prescribed...

Sooner or later, it will not only be "revenge for his sister", but also the pursuit of Ntak's throne.

This was her destiny when she was born in Entak. Unlike others who competed for the throne, she could only continue to sink and survive in the cracks of betrayal and conspiracy.

From the night of the banquet, she could no longer be the little princess in the only greenhouse of the Entak family.

Before her eyes, Treya had already mastered how to use smooth five-year-old swordsmanship while wearing slippery black stockings.

And Will also understood that even if the opponent was using only the basic swordsmanship of a five-year-old, he still had to wear a helmet and armor to watch this from a distance.

Treya's swordsmanship talent is really good.

Even if it is such a basic swordsmanship for children to strengthen their body, or even some swordsmanship that is too basic to be mentally retarded, in Treya's hands, after careful practice, it actually shows a bit of valor.

Especially every time she takes a step forward to swing her sword, her silver hair spreads with the sword wind, which makes this set of kindergarten swordsmanship more enjoyable to watch.

"Huh...this is the 20th time."

Lift the sword, put the sword away, all in one go.

Performing a set of swordsmanship twenty times in a row - although it is not worth mentioning compared to the amount of exercise before, but because the repetition is too high, Treya is a little mentally tired.

but……

Fortunately, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to sword practice, and she was able to slightly forget some of the sleep talk that Will had just said.

Otherwise, she would replay this sentence over and over again in her brain...

Her thoughts will become more and more complicated...

I don't know what I'm thinking anymore...

I even feel that I am getting weirder and weirder...

he……

The purpose of doing so many things is to make yourself... an empress?

He is not a very complicated and difficult person, and his purpose is so simple.

It turns out he is so simple.

It turns out he is not so difficult to understand.

It turns out that he is so easily satisfied.

Empress, Empress, Empress... It's just that this goal... doesn't seem to be difficult.

but……

Why did you get more excited when you got his idea?

just like……

It seemed that he couldn't figure it out and suddenly it was clearly laid out in front of him, and as long as...as long as he did this...as long as he became the empress...

He will be firmly held by himself.

"call……"

Treya calmed her breathing.

Something stirred deep inside her.

It was a very strong desire that she had never had before, the desire to hold something tightly in her hands.

What do you want to get...

What do you want to catch...

What do you want to ask for...

Desire?

Treya lowered her head and seemed to see something black growing and spreading under her silver and white feet...

"not bad."

Will snapped her fingers to snap her out of her thoughts.

"After that, remember to change the silver light armor to gray and black, and the shoes. If the iron ones are still a little uncomfortable, maybe we can consider adding anti-skid or replace them with...leather ones?"

"Ah."

"Others... As expected, your talent is too high. I was able to guide you at the beginning, but now I can't find any shortcomings at all. The movements are exactly the same as those printed in the book."

"No, I think I'm still far away. This kind of swordsmanship is still far from being able to go to the dungeon."

Treya completely avoided Will's compliment without even blushing.

"As expected of you..."

Will felt that this girl was the No. 1 contemporary innovator.

If you give her a small section of homework, she can finish the entire book for you.

No wonder I took the wrong path before and went further and further.

"Don't think so much. It's too early to enter the dungeon at your current age. And... for you now, the slimes on the first ten floors of some weak dungeons are completely fine."

——In fact, most B-level adventurers can barely do this, which is pretty good for a 14-year-old princess.

Considering that he wanted to maintain Treya's image of a tall adventurer, Will didn't say the last sentence.

"I still need to sharpen..."

——Because we are still too far away from becoming an empress, so we should at least kill Eugenie first!

Considering that Will asked her to forget talking in her sleep, Treya swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"It's better to take a rest. Sometimes you can better understand the truth by taking a rest."

Will said, patting the small wooden table next to him - he specially moved it to the training ground to have a place to put the secretary's notes.

"Come here and have some tea. Let me tell you, Yi'er's black tea is great. One sip will refresh your mind, two sips will make you feel heavenly, and three sips will make you sleepy."

"Young young master...?! Oh...don't praise me so suddenly...you will be shy. And...master, are you talking about black tea?"

Yiel, who was suddenly praised by Will, first raised her tail excitedly, then lowered it obediently and started wagging.

"Then...young master..."

She quickly picked up the small portable teapot she brought and filled Will with a cup.

"This is afternoon tea. Please enjoy it slowly."

"And...Miss Treya, this is yours."

Will picked it up and took a bite.

Yi Aier observed his expression from the side.She originally thought that the young master had been hit on the head, and maybe he would remember that today was her birthday.

It seems that the book that says you can remember something if you hit your head is all false!

but……

Is it possible that...

Not hit hard enough?

"Yes, Yi'er's black tea is still delicious."

Will finished a sip of black tea and his expression seemed calm.

This made Yier even more convinced.

On previous birthdays, the black tea she had with sweet cakes was the same as the one she brewed today.

They use the same water temperature, the same ratio and the same tea leaves picked from the same tree at the same time!

But he didn't find out!

He really didn't remember at all that today was his birthday.