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

You have to be careful not to shake it.

Although he was suddenly attacked by Treya, Will was still a little happy.

You need this intensity!

I need this speed!

I need this energy!

Will forcibly used deduction methods to put pressure on Thereya, asking her to choose the one she wanted the most...

Just to inspire her potential, wow kaka.

but……

Her reactions were quick and extreme.

Sure enough, it is an item mentioned in the original work?It's really different.

"Yeah. What happened..."

Treya held her forehead, as if she wanted to get out of this state, but...

Will took her hand off.

Then, he put the dadu in his hand into her hand.

Even though Treya said she was sorry, when she got Dudu, she still held it in her hands very preciously and hugged it tightly.

Like fear of losing again.

"Remember what it felt like just now."

"How did you feel just now?"

"The third lesson is...desire."

Will lowered his head and picked up the dolls one after another from under the table. Thereya seemed relieved to see that they were safe.

"Everyone will have desires. After all, this is a requirement produced by the nature of living things to achieve a certain goal."

"But... if you want to become dark, you have to understand what your... most extreme desires are."

"In the midst of constant losses and constant choices..."

Will pointed at Treya.

"The remaining thing is what I want to teach you."

"so……"

Will put his hand around Thereya's palm and asked her to hug Dadu even tighter.

"Remember, how it feels right now."

Thereya was trembling a little.She stared blankly at the little bear in her hand. Its glass eyes were cloudy due to age, and she could vaguely see her own shadow.

How do you feel right now?

That feeling of reaching out?

Speaking of which, I felt the same way yesterday when I was wearing stockings...

"Try to read your own heart and find what you want, Treya."

Will smiled happily, but...the next second, he turned his wrist and his expression became a little painful.

A woman with a particularly powerful basic attack panel is different!

She pinched her wrist casually, and it seemed to be still green, and it did hurt.

I can't feel it even if I don't move, and the pain mask disappears just by turning my wrist.

But thinking about it, Will did have some self-inflicted elements in it. He just wanted to simply seduce Treya, and he went too far.

"Um...Teacher Will, I'm really sorry. It does look like a bit of exertion. It's just a minor healing technique."

Will looked up. Treya seemed to be covering her right eye, leaving only her left eye, looking at Will's wrist.

"This is?"

"The eyes of elves can judge injuries and internal conditions. But because I am a half-elf,... I only have one eye that can do this."

"and this?!"

In the original work, there are actually no other elves until the end.It's as if the entire race's settings were written for Treya, a "half-elf".

Such a convenient skill, Treya, in a sense, is more suitable for a priest who uses corresponding skills according to the blood reduction situation behind the scenes than a swordsman who charges into the battle.

After Treya finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to pull Will's wrist over, then closed her eyes and started to use simple magic.

"May God bless the world without sorrow..."

"Fly away in pain~"

Treya blew on Will's wrist, which made Will feel a little cold.

The first half of the sentence is actually a small healing chant...

But the second half of the sentence!

"Pfft...this is some old-fashioned thing you would say to comfort a child."

"...This is what my mother taught me."

"Well, it turns out you and your mother have communicated before?"

When Will said this, he felt a little rude.

The aloof half-elf who "lost her mother since childhood" was so strong in Treya that Will subconsciously felt that she was also someone who had never seen her mother since she was born.

After all, they were from different races. They died of childbirth right after birth, or fell down from some postpartum disease unique to the elves.

but……

It turned out that she was a person who had a mother and a good childhood. He was wrong.

"Huh? So Teacher Will doesn't have a mother?"

Treya, with innocent eyes, tilted her head and asked him.

Thank you, Treya!

Will's guilt for being rude instantly dropped.

"Uh...I...let's not talk about this issue yet."

"Actually... Daidai is too, she gave it to me."

Treya lowered her head and touched the little bear's head.

It was rare for Will to see Treya having such a slight emotional fluctuation.

It seemed that he had indeed gained a lot from today's trip, and he was actually able to see such a different side of this cold-faced princess.

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Will's weekend was spent in such busyness.

Sitting on the carriage, Treya saw off Elle and Will.

"Master... do you think, Your Highness Treya, you can really succeed in that ceremony where you wear a hat on your head?"

"Yawn...that's necessary. Otherwise, my investigation will be in vain."

"Then I really want to see what the festival is like, but it's a royal banquet!"

"As my fiancé in name, and as a member of the System family...yawn...I actually got the ticket..."

"Really? Then you can listen to the young master's description! Young... Young Master?"

Yiel looked back and found that Will was indeed a little tired this weekend. He lay tiredly on her shoulder and fell asleep like this.

Yiel took off his glasses, otherwise they would fall off when he fell asleep.

"As expected, you won't let yourself rest at all, where is the young master?"

She held her glasses preciously and used the glasses cloth she brought to gently clean the thin layer of dust on them.

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After seeing them off, Treya returned to her room.

She resumed her daze on the bed.

"The feeling at that time..."

"No need to be like...anyone?"

When thinking about it like this, it seems that the amount of exercise today is a bit heavy, and the body itself is a bit worn out and dull, and there is a small crack on the head.

The cotton inside is exposed...

and a yellowed note.

Chapter 88 What is color and what is black?

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes was bright.

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes was colorful.

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes could not tolerate negativity and blackness.

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The little brown bear was sitting on the bed in a daze.

She had protected it well.

He would carefully place it next to the bed and hardly pull it - which is why it has maintained a brand-new shape for so many years, after all, it has been a few years.

"It's just like what he said...continuously chosen..."

——The day she first had memories, the world was bright and colorful.

own birthday.

When I was very young, I could just remember that summer.

Standing in the small square that is now a sword training ground.

The silver-haired mother, wearing a white dress, stood in front of her under the dazzling sunshine and handed her the little bear.

"Happy birthday, Treya."

She smiled.

"……thanks."

So she hugged the little bear tightly.

The mother is silver-white, and the cub is also silver-white.

Mother is full of light, and so is the little bear.

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The little brown bear was dazed, half lying on the bed.

There is always a suture mark on Daidai's head.

Just on its right ear, it was torn to pieces and then sewn back together.

But this stitching is actually very perfunctory, the stitching strength of the line is very light, and the needle row and lead are also very loose.

"...Is this the real 'me' inside?"

——After that, she took the initiative to forget about the "black" part of the world.

However, for a child, the black he sees for the first time is his mother, and it is a memory that would rather be whitewashed with more colors.

When I was very young, in that windy and snowy winter.

Mother's birthday.

Standing in the small square that is now a sword training ground.

The silver-haired mother, wearing a white coat, stood in the blur of wind and snow, with her back to her, holding her dumb right ear tightly from her hand.