The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 3 - The Maid Who Just Can’t Learn

“Y-Young Master?”

Before Eir could finish her sentence, the black ribbon in Will’s hand gently covered her eyes.

She obediently sat still, like a well-trained dog following orders not to move. Even with her vision obscured, she tilted her head upward, trying to locate her master. However, since she couldn’t see him, her head was slightly misaligned from his actual position.

“Listen carefully, Eir.”

Will leaned in close to her upright wolf ears and pinched the tip of one. He felt her body tremble slightly.

So her ears were this sensitive?

The texture was soft and fluffy, just like when he used to pet Sanqi’s ears. It made him want to abandon his current task and just play with them.

“I love you deeply, so much so that… in the endless darkness of your vision, your life, and your world, there can only be one light—me.”

“…?!”

Will thought his delivery was perfect!

If someone were to blindfold the protagonist with a black ribbon and deliver such lines, even the calmest, most rational, and emotionless hero would surely be scared out of their wits!

That was exactly the effect he wanted!

He was very satisfied. Surely, even someone as dense as Eir could learn by copying him, right?

“Eir, your ears are so red! Are you okay? Is the collar malfunctioning?”

“N-No, no, no! Eir is fine! So, I just need to imitate you, right? No problem, leave it to me!”

“Uh… okay…”

“Young Master, sit properly in your seat!”

For the first time, Will saw Eir this enthusiastic, as if a switch had been flipped.

She eagerly tied the black ribbon over Will’s eyes, using even more force than he had earlier. The warm sunlight of the afternoon disappeared, and Will felt a sudden chill as his body instinctively reacted.

Perfect!

Will was thrilled internally.

She’s learning so quickly!

Eir, now standing above him, looked down at Will before kneeling on one leg between his knees to get closer to his ear.

“Y-Y-Young Master… l-listen carefully… Eir, I… I-I-I…”

In the pitch-black darkness, Will could feel the warmth of her body, the faint scent she carried, and the subtle disturbance in the air as she leaned closer. Her body temperature seemed a bit high, and her voice, lowered to a whisper, tickled his ear.

But after a string of stutters and pauses, Eir’s words stopped.

She… she couldn’t say it.

She only needed to repeat what the young master had said, but for some reason, when her mouth reached the word “love,” it got stuck.

Her heartbeat quickened.

Her breathing grew heavier.

…Why was this happening?

She was just following the young master’s instructions, which were clearly for her own good. So why couldn’t she get those two words out?

Will waited for a long time, but no follow-up came.

“Eir…?”

He asked tentatively.

Then, he felt her head bump heavily against his chest.

“Ugh…”

And then came a soft whimper.

Will sighed and removed the ribbon from his eyes.

“I… I love you the most, Young Master…”

Her head tilted upward, her expression shy and bashful, like a golden retriever seeking affection. Her freshly washed, fluffy wolf tail wagged so vigorously behind her that it left afterimages.

“Is… is this okay?”

Will sighed again.

Nope!

Completely wrong!

Why couldn’t this girl grasp the concept of being a yandere?!

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“No, no, no! You’re still far from graduating!”

Will grabbed the “300 Questions on Blackening” book nearby and lightly knocked it against Eir’s head.

“Ugh… Young Master… now I’ve forgotten everything I just memorized…”

“Sigh…”

This was a challenge even for Will.

Compared to the other two “losers” he hadn’t met yet, Eir, as his timid and obedient little maid, had the most potential—or in less flattering terms…

She was the furthest from a “blackened” character.

In terms of combat ability, the original story only highlighted her defensive and magic absorption skills, making her a natural fit for the non-aggressive Holy Shield Knight role.

In terms of personality, having been abandoned as a child, she remained sensitive and fragile even after years under Will’s care. As a result, in the original story, despite her feelings for the protagonist, she never stood up for him when others bullied or mistreated him.

And then…

In terms of intelligence…

She was utterly clueless! She struggled to grasp anything remotely complex.

But this didn’t deter Will, the master of raising characters in games. Based on her traits, he chose the following development path:

– Strengthen defense: If she couldn’t be defeated, she could maintain control over any situation!

– Subtle brainwashing through repetition: By planting ideas in her subconscious, he could mold her from the inside out!

“Alright, tonight, copy the first fifty questions again.”

“Okay. But, Young Master, I have a question!”

“Go ahead.”

“Why… why are you so insistent on teaching me these things?”

“Ah… well, it’s obviously so you can properly fall in love and win over the person you like in the future.”

Eir froze at his response. Her wolf ears twitched, opening and closing as if her brain was processing at full capacity.

This was her typical reaction when deep in thought.

“Because… because it doesn’t really matter to me… whether I can win over someone I like… As long as things stay like this, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter how he feels about me.”

As she said this, her gaze flitted over Will before quickly darting away.

Someone she liked?

It was hard for her to imagine.

For now, all she wanted was for her young master, who had given her a place to belong, to live a happy life.

Feelings like “love” and “affection” seemed distant to her. She was more like a loyal pet, always by her master’s side.

And pets rarely acted outside their master’s commands, right?

But…

When the young master said those words, it felt like he was hinting that one day, he might let go of the leash holding her.

Eir felt a pang of fear.

Then, Will grabbed her shoulders. He exerted considerable force, but given Eir’s superior physical strength, it didn’t hurt her at all.

Will’s expression turned terrifying—

“No! You! Absolutely! Cannot! Think that way!”

“Huh?”

“Ahem, I got a bit carried away…”

Will picked up his tea and took a sip. Though it had cooled, it still tasted good.

“Let me tell you a story.”

“Alright.”

“Once upon a time, there was a cute little hunting dog. It loved its master but didn’t understand what love was or how to win over the person it liked. Whenever its master was scolded by others in the adventuring party, it didn’t even dare to bark in his defense, let alone express its feelings.”

This referred to how, in the original story, Eir passively watched as others bullied and rejected the protagonist.

Eir imagined herself as the hunting dog and Will as the master, picturing him being driven away while she cried, clutching her wolf ears.

“Eventually, the master was kicked out of the party. The dog didn’t dare to stand up for him and could only watch as his figure disappeared into the stormy night, growing smaller and smaller.”

This was a nod to the scene where the protagonist was expelled from the party while Eir stood by silently.

Eir pictured Will walking away in the snowstorm, his short brown hair fading into the distance.

“But one day, the master returned—with a new pet, a fire-breathing dragon. In an instant, the dog’s little kennel was reduced to ashes.”

This referenced the protagonist joining the Dungeon Empress and returning to defeat Eir and the others.

Eir imagined Will with a powerful, adorable fire dragon, pushing up his glasses and laughing maniacally as he ordered it to burn her.

“The dog watched its master leave with the new pet, never looking back. Only then did it realize it could never win over the person it loved. Its silent devotion had only brought it destruction. But by then, it was too late…”

Will paused.

He felt quite proud of himself for explaining the original story in such a simple and relatable way.

Eir would surely understand now!

“And so, the little hunting dog, having failed to graduate from the Blackened Love course, could only sit in the flames, crying pitifully, unable to attain the love it desired…”

“So now you understand. Study hard, and you’ll be able to keep the person you like firmly in your grasp—”

But when Will turned around, he saw Eir looking at him with tearful eyes.

“Ugh… Young Master, will you leave me for a fire dragon too?”

“What part of the story did you even hear?!”

At that moment, a servant opened the waist-high metal gate to the garden.

“Excuse me, Young Master Will. The Adventurer’s Guild sent a letter for you. It’s an anonymous delivery.”

The Adventurer’s Guild…

A letter…

Could it be…

“Is it Mr. S’s reply?! Did he find a way to restore the Extreme Flame Meteor?!”