The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 76 - Treya Fails to Pierce the Armor

In Treya’s eyes, Will had replaced her sister Eugenie as the crimson figure she could follow—a guiding red light.

But such a person…

Was now pushing his little maid into such a dangerous training session?

Treya began to wonder if this “red” should be reevaluated.

As for the little maid…

In Treya’s view, Eir was a faint gold, bordering on blending into the crowd as a mundane white. Based on how she cared for Will, her manners were impeccable, her actions considerate, and her demeanor professional—she was an excellent maid.

But beyond that…

There wasn’t much remarkable about her.

Did Will really think she could withstand the full force of Treya’s sword technique, fueled by her anger?

Eir, meanwhile, was growing increasingly nervous under Treya’s piercing gaze, her tail wagging anxiously.

Treya, dressed in her training uniform, stood tall and imposing, her posture straight and her eyes sharp. The white training outfit complemented her silver hair perfectly, and the snug-fitting pants highlighted her lean, athletic half-elf figure.

Her grip on the wooden training sword was firm, her gaze cold and unyielding, exuding an aura that promised no mercy.

Eir had heard about Treya—an exceptional swordswoman capable of cutting through thirty dummies with a single technique. Despite her young age, she could probably qualify as an S-rank adventurer with ease.

And Eir…

“Young Master, Tre-Treya is incredibly strong. Are you sure about this?”

Eir’s ears twitched nervously as she shrank closer to Will, clutching at the hand he had placed on her shoulder.

Then, with a gentle push, Will sent her forward.

“Yip!”

Will leaned in close to her fluffy, upright ears.

“Don’t worry. While your usual training focuses on heat resistance, your ice armor naturally provides a significant amount of physical defense.”

As he spoke, his breath tickled her sensitive ears, causing them to twitch again.

“Alright! Eir will do her best!”

Taking a deep breath, Eir stepped forward to face Treya.

Will walked beside her, patting her shoulder and then her back, encouraging her to stand tall.

This wasn’t just about calming Treya’s anger or teaching her that shallow rage wasn’t the right motivation.

It was about…

Helping her break free from being a naive, overly trusting princess—a martial arts fool with no guile.

If Treya could be convinced to change even the most basic sword technique she had practiced for years, then the rigid beliefs she held could also be reshaped.

Of course, there was another reason for using Eir as the “dummy.”

“Eir, activate full-body ice armor.”

With that command, Will turned to face Treya.

“Alright, Treya. Use the Entark Eleventh Form from last night and attack with all your might.”

Even Treya, usually slow to pick up on things, could sense she was being underestimated.

“Let me make this clear, Will. Even though I’m using a wooden training sword and my technique has flaws, if I strike with full force at a single target… we should probably have a doctor ready for Miss Eir.”

Treya’s tone was haughty as she raised her sword, pointing it at Will and Eir.

Will stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“Oh~ so confident. Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. Eir, activate the highest level of ice armor.”

“Understood.”

Eir’s body remained tense, her beast ears half-fluffed in alarm.

“After all this training, if you don’t trust yourself, at least trust me. When have I ever set you up for failure?”

Will flashed a confident smile, giving her ears a playful rub.

“Here I go.”

Treya’s expression remained cold as ever, but the slight furrow of her brows betrayed her irritation.

“Hmm…”

As a blue glow began to spread from Eir’s arms, enveloping her entire body, Treya raised her wooden training sword.

Will quickly retreated to the edge of the training grounds, grabbing a helmet and chest plate to armor himself.

“Miss Treya, I… I’ll be fine. Just do as the Young Master says.”

Eir’s voice trembled as she raised her arms defensively, avoiding eye contact with Treya.

Though she had once blocked an attack from a witch, facing the renowned princess swordswoman still made her nervous.

—At worst, she’d be beaten into the ground and bedridden for a few days. Hopefully, the Young Master would visit her often during her recovery. Sniff.

But her Young Master stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, looking completely unconcerned. His confidence gave her a bit of courage.

After all, her Young Master wasn’t a cold-hearted person. Even a minor burn would make him look distressed. If he wasn’t worried now, then she probably wouldn’t get hurt.

Treya shifted her weight, her stance serious. In a low, icy tone, she declared:

“Entark Eleventh Form: Slash!”

With a speed too fast for the eye to follow, Treya’s sword struck.

The wind rose with her step.

Dust swirled up from the semi-sandy ground.

Swish.

With enough force to cut through the air, the sword light bridged the gap between Treya and Eir.

Swordsmen in this world were known for their agility and rapid attacks.

And then…

A sharp, rhythmic sound echoed as the sword struck ice.

Treya now stood behind Eir.

Time seemed to freeze.

In the few seconds of held breath…

Crack.

The wooden training sword in Treya’s hand snapped in two.

“This…”

Eir, who had been shielding her eyes with her arms, cautiously lowered them, peeking through a small gap.

“Has it already started?”

…

She received no response but realized Treya was no longer in front of her.

Turning around, she saw Treya standing stiffly, holding the broken sword, her expression even more rigid than before.

“Huh? Miss Treya, when did you get behind me? I thought that was just the setup…”

Eir hadn’t moved even a millimeter. Amid the lingering wind and unsettled dust, she stood perfectly stable.

Treya’s flashy strike…

Had seemingly done nothing.

Well, it had done something.

The shattered remains of the wooden training sword on the ground were proof of that.

“Heh.”

Seeing the expected outcome, Will chuckled and snapped his fingers as he approached.

“Why… why did this happen?”

“Treya, don’t rush. Let’s keep everything as it is. I’ll check… hmm… this position looks good. Eir, lower the ice armor by two levels. Treya, try again.”

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“Yes, Young Master!”

“I understand… I do have flaws, so please point them out directly. That way, I can improve faster…”

“Treya, try two or three more times. I’ll tell you afterward.”

“Understood!”

…

“Eir, lower it again. Treya, go!”

…

“Alright, Eir, lower it further. Treya, attack!”

…

After about five full-force strikes from Treya, the ground was littered with broken wooden training swords. She was panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Eir, still in her maid uniform, simply dusted off her skirt and used her hand to clean some dirt off her beast ears.

Even Eir began to wonder if she was being too nonchalant—would her ease offend the hardworking Treya?

But… she really hadn’t exerted any effort!

By the time she activated the lower-level ice armor, she barely felt like she was using magic at all.

Could it be… she was actually this strong?!