The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 75 - Use Her!

In Treya’s garden, she was doing her usual morning run as part of her daily stamina training.

After that fateful night, she had come to understand something.

The suffocating feeling in her chest had a name: anger.

This must be what “anger” feels like.

Fueled by the thought of surpassing Eugenie, Treya’s pace gradually quickened. Her usual slow and steady morning run was completed five minutes faster than usual today, as she finished ten laps around the garden.

“Huff.”

Standing under the sunlight, Treya was practically steaming. She wiped her sweat with a towel and flicked her silver hair, droplets of sweat glistening in the sunlight.

Standing tall and proud, Treya stretched her arms.

Her aura was intense.

“Sarah, prepare the training dummies for me. I want… thirty of them.”

This past week, every time Treya closed her eyes, she found herself back in that night.

She saw Eugenie’s outstretched hand under the lights and heard Will’s whisper in her ear. If she could return to that night, she would reclaim everything.

Not just the thirty dummies Will had arranged, or the ten dummies Eugenie had set up—she wanted to destroy thirty randomized dummies for everyone to see!

The maid in charge of Treya’s training, Sarah, was startled by her request.

“Y-your Highness, are you sure about this?”

Treya was already a difficult princess to serve. Her aura was so cold that her commands were often simple and direct. Unlike other princesses, she didn’t chat with her maids about personal worries or body issues.

Now, with the occasional killing intent radiating from her, Sarah was starting to think that even with the royal salary, she might be better off resigning and moving back to the countryside to herd cows.

“What’s the problem?”

“Y-you said earlier that you weren’t feeling well and wouldn’t be training for a few days. You also said not to summon the Fourth Princess…”

“I’m fine now.”

“Eh?”

Sarah couldn’t quite grasp Treya’s sudden shift.

Treya was usually cold, but…

This was the first time she’d seen her speak with such irritation.

Having served Treya for over five years, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something wrong—after all, there was no way Treya could be angry at her beloved Fourth Sister Eugenie, right?!

“Treya~ are you here? We heard you were running in the garden, so we came over.”

Just as Sarah was caught in her dilemma, Will suddenly popped his head out from the bushes.

As he appeared, two brown wolf ears twitched above the grass, shaking off bits of leaves.

“Young Master, what kind of person cuts through the garden bushes to take a shortcut?”

Eir emerged after him, brushing off the dust on her maid uniform and plucking leaves from her beast ears.

“Ah, um, Miss Treya, hello! I-I’m Young Master’s maid, Eir.”

“This way, we can explore parts of the royal palace we haven’t seen before. After all, this is a restricted area, and who knows when we’ll get another chance to visit? Might as well see as much as we can.”

That was Will’s reasoning.

According to the original story…

Once the dungeon adventures began, there wouldn’t be another opportunity to visit this picturesque royal palace.

“Will, there’s no need for that… I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”

Treya spoke in a cold tone, but her words carried an unexpected depth of emotion.

Will was touched.

“Because outside the official palace roads, there might be anti-assassin traps. At best, you’d end up bedridden for three days; at worst, you’d lose your head.”

Treya’s cold tone revealed the palace’s chilling secrets.

“Shouldn’t you have told the coachman about this earlier?!”

Will froze in place, not daring to move.

“It’s fine. Next time… just take me along, and I’ll show you around.”

Seeing the trust in Will’s eyes, Treya instinctively averted her gaze.

“So, how are you feeling? I heard you weren’t well.”

“No problem. I just didn’t want to see Eugenie.”

“Ah… but she’s so clever. Won’t she suspect something?”

“When I see her, I want to grip my sword and cut her to pieces, just like the dummies.”

Will raised an eyebrow.

While it seemed like she was heading in the direction he wanted…

There was a clumsy mimicry of his earlier words, as if she didn’t truly understand her emotions and was merely parroting phrases to explain feelings she hadn’t yet grasped.

In simpler terms…

She still wasn’t thinking things through!

“Isn’t that a good thing? Why don’t you want to see her?”

“…I can’t beat her.”

Treya’s voice dropped to a whisper.

See? A clueless yandere can be knocked back into being a naive fool with just one blow!

“But, Will, I’ve already finished my morning training and was about to start sword practice. One day, I’ll truly cut through thirty dummies.”

Treya turned to Will, her expression serious.

“You’ve come at the perfect time.”

“Alright, how much have you trained?”

“Just the basics every day: ten laps around the garden, one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups. What’s next?”

Will shuddered.

Good thing the engagement was canceled. Otherwise, who knew who’d be on top in bed? (tln : foreshadowing, Will gonna be eaten by 4 Lustful hungry beast , ready to pounch Will)

“Aren’t you overdoing it?!”

“Overdoing it? What does that mean?”

“Uh… it means you don’t have to do so much. You can take it easy.”

“This is just a normal training routine. Sister Eugenie is probably even stricter than me.”

Will thought to himself: Your sister, who got a shortcut to power with the Demon’s Favor, probably sleeps in while you’re up early, relaxes while you’re exercising, and shops while you’re training.

Fine. He knew Treya was diligent and serious, but he hadn’t expected her to be this mechanically repetitive.

Eir tugged on Will’s sleeve, standing on tiptoes to whisper in his ear:

“Young Master, her training routine is five times what I do. Actually, I only do physical training twice a week…”

Will sighed. Good thing he brought Eir along.

Treya was indeed… unique.

She was like a character in a game designed for daily grinding—mechanically leveling up every day without focusing on skills or talents.

After a year, you’d end up with a high-level character with confusingly weak damage output, just sitting in your inventory.

The real danger was if she looked at her stats one day and decided she didn’t want to learn anymore.

“Huff… alright, let’s head to the training grounds.”

“No problem.”

Treya arrived at the training grounds.

Sarah had already prepared thirty dummies, waiting for Will to arrange them.

“Hmm, thirty dummies?”

“Yes, I must learn the Entark Swordsmanship technique you mentioned—the one that can truly cut through thirty dummies.”

“Good, I like your spirit!”

Will praised Treya, then stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He looked like a seasoned teacher.

“But… let’s not rush. Before I teach you the real technique, let’s test your basics first.”

“Test my basics…?”

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“Today, you’ll only have one dummy. Use your training sword and just knock it down.”

“Just one?”

Will smiled, placing his hands on Eir’s shoulders and pushing her in front of Treya.

“Use her.”

“W-w-w-w-what, Young Master?!”