The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 78 - Treya, Put On the Black Stockings!

While waiting in the dining hall, Treya was diligently studying Beginner’s Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.

While eating, Treya was studying Beginner’s Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.

Even during her post-meal rest, Treya was absorbed in Beginner’s Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.

She flipped through the thin, barely 30-page book over and over, from the first page to the last, then reversed it and read backward.

She read it upright.

Then flipped it upside down.

She read it vertically, then horizontally.

Her bizarrely serious actions, combined with her expressionless poker face, gave off an unintentionally comedic vibe.

“Young Master, is Princess Treya… always like this?” Eir whispered to Will, clearly unsettled.

“What do you mean, Eir? What kind of person do you think she is?”

“She’s so stubborn! And it feels like… like there’s something missing up here.” Eir tapped her temple for emphasis.

Will could only nod in agreement.

Treya had a tendency to be overly single-minded about certain things.

When she committed to something, she did it with unmatched focus and intensity.

But a teacher could never dislike a serious student.

“Treya, I think you don’t need to… to read it so many times. After all, this is… swordsmanship for five-year-olds. For someone like you, just glancing at the movements and practicing for an afternoon should be more than enough.”

“Swordsmanship requires enlightenment. And since this was given to me by Will-sensei, it must hold deeper meaning.”

With that, Treya closed the book and shut her eyes.

“I’ve been practicing swordsmanship for years. Surely, I can gain some insight from this.”

She sounded so serious!

Will felt a pang of guilt.

If he had known Treya would take it this seriously…

He would’ve at least given her a book meant for ten-year-olds.

“Young Master, I’m telling you, there’s something… off about Miss Treya… but I can’t figure out what it is,” Eir murmured.

“That’s what makes her special, Eir.”

“Huh?”

“Everything has its own path. Even a five-year-old’s swordsmanship can reveal profound truths if studied deeply…”

“No, it’s no use. Without actual practice, I can’t understand it at all.”

Before Will could finish his philosophical musing, Treya interrupted him.

“At least let me finish before you shoot me down.”

Treya solemnly closed the Beginner’s Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds, turning to face Will.

“Well then, Will-sensei. Now that the lunch break is over, can we begin this afternoon’s training?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. I’ll go prepare.”

“Hold on a moment.”

Will stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping up and down Treya.

“If I remember correctly, during your coronation ceremony, there’s a sword dance ritual as part of the royal traditions, right?”

“That’s correct. It’s called the Coronation Sword Dance. But the royal etiquette—”

“Alright. Then for today’s training, you should wear the outfit you’ll be using for that ceremony. It’s best to start getting used to it now.”

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Royal preparations were always thorough, and the outfit designed for Treya’s Coronation Sword Dance had long been ready.

There weren’t strict requirements for the attire, but the royal family employed specialized designers who ensured the outfit was both practical for sword dancing and aesthetically pleasing.

“Will-sensei, I’ve changed.”

“Wow!”

Both Will and Eir turned to look at Treya, with Eir exclaiming first.

Treya’s upper body was clad in silver light armor, while her lower half featured a pale blue skirt that reached just below her knees, designed to complement her eye color. The skirt was short enough to avoid hindering her movements during the ceremonial sword dance.

The chest area of the light armor left room for a delicate white sheer blouse, which accentuated her well-developed figure, making her chest appear even more prominent.

Her lower half was adorned with silver thigh-high boots that extended above her knees, revealing a hint of her toned thighs.

Eir couldn’t help but admire how stunning Treya looked. As a fellow woman, she understood how much natural beauty and grace were required to pull off such an outfit.

“Hmm… so this is the classic pure and flawless knight-princess look.”

Faced with an outfit that would make countless men swoon, Will remained remarkably calm, stroking his chin as he evaluated it.

“Is something wrong with it?”

“Hmm…”

Light armor, silver!

Skirt, pale blue!

Blouse, white!

Boots, silver!

Everything was bright, shining, and pure.

It perfectly matched the stereotypical image of Treya as a pure and innocent princess.

“This outfit… was it designed by Eugenie too?”

“It’s from the same designer. But I don’t think it was my sister’s… Eugenie’s idea. Or… maybe it was?”

Treya began to say “sister,” but caught herself and corrected her wording.

Hearing this, Will shook his head firmly.

“Young Master, what’s wrong with this outfit?”

“This won’t do. Not at all. Dressed like this, you’ll never master Demon Swordsmanship at the Coronation Ceremony.”

“I can change it!”

Treya immediately jumped in.

“Change it however you like?”

“Anything.”

Treya’s eyes were filled with determination.

“Even if it means overcoming significant challenges?”

“No problem.”

Treya nodded confidently.

“Even if it’s a drastic departure from your usual style, or if it makes your father uncomfortable?”

“I’m a new me now.”

Treya patted her chest, which was both soft and firm.

“Good! That’s the spirit I wanted to see!”

With that, Will reached into his pocket, rummaging around for a moment. Finally…

He pulled out…

A long, sheer pair of black stockings.

The room fell silent.

“…This should be perfect, right?”

“…”

Holding the black stockings, Will walked over to Treya.

Then…

He grabbed the toe section with one hand and the thigh section with the other, stretching it out for measurement.

Of course, Will, being a lifelong virgin, had no idea how stretchy stockings were. While they might look short in hand, they could stretch significantly when worn.

Additionally…

The sheer material was so thin that when Will stretched it, the silver shine of Treya’s boots was visible through it.

Just seeing that was enough to imagine how it would look on her legs.

“To show off the stockings, you’ll need to switch to shorter boots. High heels might even work better.”

Satisfied, Will let the stocking snap back into place.

He rubbed the fabric between his fingers like it was a precious treasure.

“Careful, don’t damage it.”

Will extended the stockings toward Treya.

“There are other changes we’ll need to make, but for now, start by putting these on!”

The two women stared at him in silence.

“What’s wrong?”

“Young Master, saying that with a straight face while doing all this… you really do have the Hysterm family’s perverted blood in you, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Will-sensei, I’ll do as you say. Whatever you ask, I’ll comply! After all… we are technically engaged. It’s fine—if you have any other requests, just let me know!”

Treya snatched the stockings, her face uncharacteristically flushed.

But her expression looked as if she were about to march to her doom, heroically sacrificing herself with the stockings in hand.