The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 77 - Treya, Starting from Age Five

In Treya’s eyes, the little maid Eir, glowing with the light of her ice armor, had become dazzlingly radiant.

She was so strong!

Stronger than any Holy Shieldbearer Treya had ever seen—perhaps even stronger than her sister Eugenie’s former teammates.

And yet, she looked to be about the same age as Treya herself.

Panting heavily, Treya turned her gaze to Will.

He wasn’t saying a word, wearing a helmet to protect himself from stray attacks, holding a thick stack of draft papers, and occasionally jotting down notes as he observed from the sidelines.

It reminded Treya of that night.

He had also stood silently at a distance, watching.

But…

When he stepped forward, it was as if the script he had written had reached its climax, and all it needed was a slight nudge from him to fall into place.

“Huff… again… one more time!”

Treya stood up once more, clutching the broken hilt of her wooden sword with determination.

“No need, Miss Treya. That’s enough.”

“I don’t need to use the flawed Entark Eleventh Form. The Tenth Form… or even the Ninth Form will do. I… I can’t just…”

“First, let me explain something.”

Will raised his draft papers.

On the current page, he had drawn a cylinder, meticulously detailed with a pair of fluffy wolf ears atop it, representing Eir’s head.

The page was covered with annotations and data points, and this wasn’t the only one. Each time Eir lowered her ice armor level, Will drew a new cylinder.

—Of course, the wolf ears became more detailed and fluffier with each iteration.

Eir wasn’t just here to demoralize Treya or make her confront her limitations again.

She was also…

An incredibly useful advanced test dummy!

However, the situation had slightly exceeded Will’s expectations.

His initial calculations hadn’t even considered the possibility of Treya breaking through Eir’s ice armor. Based on Eir’s previous feats—like deflecting Leah’s Extreme Flame Meteor without a scratch—her next worthy opponent would likely be found deep in a dungeon.

But…

Upon closely observing and measuring Eir’s ice armor, Will noticed something unexpected. The first layer of cracks revealed the depth of Treya’s raw strength.

Her overall attack direction and positioning were far off from the true Entark sword techniques, and even her basic sword handling was flawed.

Yet, the first layer of Eir’s ice armor had cracked. While the cracks weren’t evenly distributed, they extended a few centimeters deep.

As Eir lowered her armor level, the cracks grew deeper.

Just as Will had suspected, Treya’s base attack power was immense, and her physical strength was extraordinary. But her flawed swordsmanship was holding her back.

The original story, despite being a “toilet paper novel,” was surprisingly meticulous!

In the original, Treya had been misled by Eugenie, learning a distorted version of swordsmanship. The protagonist, Shu, had tried to correct her, but Treya’s unwavering trust in Eugenie, her past, and the Entark royal family prevented her from changing.

It wasn’t until she faced rejection from Shu and ridicule from Eugenie that she realized her mistakes. By then, it was too late to fix her swordsmanship.

The tragic life of a deceived Treya.

“Your foundational skills are incredibly strong, far surpassing most swordsmen your age. To put it bluntly, based on raw stats alone, you’re already at an entry-level S-rank swordsman.”

“…Thank you for the compliment.”

Treya hadn’t expected Will to praise her despite her failures.

Her noble upbringing dictated that expressing gratitude for compliments took precedence over seeking redemption for her failures. She nodded in acknowledgment, though her tone was cold, almost as if she were sulking.

“However… Eir is someone I’ve personally trained for the past four years through specialized training. And you…”

Will paused briefly, saying “you” while his eyes remained fixed on his draft papers.

“…have been deceived by Eugenie for four years. By analyzing the force distribution on the dummy and comparing it to recorded data from the Entark Eleventh Form, it’s clear that your sister taught you completely incorrect techniques and fundamentals. And yet… you never noticed.”

“…”

Treya said nothing, her gaze shifting between Will and Eir.

Eir, meanwhile, glanced left and right, her wolf ears twitching nervously.

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“Young Master’s drawing of me as a dummy is so cute!” —That was the simple conclusion her brain came to after processing everything.

“So, Treya. This is your second lesson.”

Will put away his draft papers.

“If you want to walk this path and see the truth behind everything, you must discard all your former self. Forget the beauty of your past, forget your royal lineage, forget the image of the pure and flawless princess you once were, and… forget your half-baked Entark swordsmanship.”

“…”

“I understand, Will.”

Treya hesitated for a moment.

Then, she suddenly knelt down, her right hand gripping the broken sword hilt, her left hand resting on her chest. She looked up at Will with her pale blue eyes, her expression sincere.

The pose resembled a marriage proposal, but her demeanor was that of a devoted student seeking a master.

Will recognized this as the royal family’s traditional gesture for requesting mentorship, but it still caught him off guard!

A half-elf, taller than him, suddenly kneeling in a proposal-like stance… it was unexpectedly adorable in a clumsy, earnest swordswoman kind of way.

“From today onward, I am the new Treya. I humbly ask you to be my teacher.”

“Uh… there’s no need for that, Miss Treya. This was just a preliminary test. I understand your determination, and that’s enough.”

“Then… huff…” Treya stood up. “Will-sensei, what’s our next step?”

“You’re already calling me ‘sensei’ now?!”

“Huff… I can continue basic training, or we can spar again with Eir… huff…”

“You’re already out of breath. Let’s take a break for lunch, and you should take a bath.”

“Understood.”

Treya nodded obediently, brushing the dust off her clothes.

“For now, you can start with this book.”

“Hmm?”

Will pulled out a book.

“Study this for today. With your talent, you should be able to master it in a day.”

“No problem!”

Treya took the book, her expression calm but her heart racing with excitement.

Finally…

Finally, she was going to learn the true Entark swordsmanship!

She had waited so long for this day…

And then, she saw the title of the book—

“Beginner’s Guide to Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds: 15 Basic Techniques to Ensure Your Child Doesn’t Fall Behind!”

“…”

Treya fell silent.

Will had spent a long time deciding what to teach her.

Because no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find any detailed records of the true foundational Entark sword techniques!

Even after asking for help from “Mr. S,” all he received were battle records of supposed royal Demon Swordsmanship inheritors—no detailed breakdowns of individual techniques.

It seemed the truly valuable secrets of the royal family were still highly classified.

But that didn’t matter.

With the Demon’s Favor, the Demon would grant memories and power. Regardless of what sword techniques she knew before, they could be transformed into Entark Demon Swordsmanship.

At least, that’s what Eugenie had claimed in the original story. She herself had stopped using the foundational Entark techniques later on, relying entirely on intuition and the Demon’s assistance.

Often, a black mist would sweep through, and her enemies would fall without her lifting a finger. Her basics might have been even worse than Treya’s, yet she managed. Surely, Treya, with her dedication and effort, could do the same!

As for correcting Treya’s flawed techniques…

A generic beginner’s guide that didn’t include Eugenie’s bizarre “missing z-axis” techniques should suffice.

This book, after all, was one that even the physically weak and unathletic Will had mastered at the age of five. Surely, the talented Treya would have no trouble with it!

“Thank you, Will-sensei.”

Treya looked up, forcing a “happy” smile, though her trembling lips betrayed her true feelings.