The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 79 - Treya Slips

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Three days earlier, at a remote adventurer guild:

“Uh… W’s hypothesis is that… the inheritors of Demon Swordsmanship can be male or female…”

“Tall or short…”

“Fat or thin…”

“Ugly or beautiful…”

“Strong or weak…”

“But when they use Demon Swordsmanship…”

“They’re always dressed in predominantly black clothing!”

“And apparently, starting two hundred years ago, the Entark royal family began intentionally cultivating special black roses on private estates.”

“The largest dye factory and stocking manufacturer in the capital also happens to be owned by Eugenie’s mother, Anna, whose family is linked to notable Demon Swordsmanship inheritors.”

“Hmm… it does make some sense. I’ve never seen a demon, but there are monsters in dungeons with unusual senses. Some don’t react to certain colors but are highly sensitive to others. Maybe the demon he’s looking for is similar.”

“Uh…”

“Hmm…”

Shuna scratched the back of her head, reading aloud from the notes with a blank expression:

“So… to gain the Demon’s Favor… and learn true Demon Swordsmanship… you start by wearing black stockings…”

“…He… has to wear black stockings? Is he really that dedicated to science?”

Shuna hesitated, pen in hand, unsure how to respond.

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This was the conclusion Will had come to.

He watched Treya with confidence as she held the black stockings in her hand.

These weren’t just any black stockings!

To ensure consistency and eliminate variables, Will had personally snuck out, wearing sunglasses and a hood, and, in a disguised voice, carefully selected these stockings from Eugenie’s family-owned stocking shop.

Thinking back, Eugenie had always worn black stockings, even at the banquet, where her dress was entirely black.

It was highly likely that they had discovered the demon’s preferences long ago.

And…

Perhaps even the inheritors of Demon Swordsmanship didn’t fully understand why the demon chose them—it might simply prefer black stockings.

Of course…

This wasn’t just based on research.

In the original story…

Treya had only gained the Demon’s Favor after donning mourning black attire—a color she had never worn before—when she stumbled upon the Demon’s Spirit Jar.

At the time, Will hadn’t thought much of it. But now, it seemed as though fate had been guiding her all along.

However…

Uh…

Pulling stockings out of his pocket and asking someone else to wear them…

Will crossed his arms, suddenly realizing how this might look.

No matter how he thought about it, it seemed incredibly perverted!

No wonder Eir and Treya had looked at him like that earlier.

Treya had already left the training grounds to change into the black stockings Will had solemnly handed her.

Meanwhile…

Will glanced at Eir, whose expression was complicated.

“Hmm…”

She lifted her skirt slightly, glancing down at her own stockings.

White.

To emphasize the sweet and clean aesthetic of a maid, the Hysterm family’s uniform included white stockings.

She thought back to the formal dress Will had given her, along with the accompanying stockings…

Those were black!

“Young Master, so… so you like… black, don’t you?”

Eir looked up at him with a pitiful expression, her wolf ears drooping.

“Ahem, please don’t misunderstand.”

“Hmm?”

“This is purely for research… and self-improvement purposes.”

“Oh?”

“Of course, for me personally…”

Will, uncharacteristically flustered, coughed repeatedly to hide his embarrassment and avoid revealing his peculiar preferences.

“White… sheer… black… they’re all fine… The color of the stockings doesn’t matter. What matters is whether the feet wearing them are slender and elegant, whether they’re soft and delicate, and whether they have just the right amount of plumpness…”

“Understood!”

For the first time, Eir’s notebook included notes unrelated to “Blackening Lessons.”

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Meanwhile, in her room…

“What a strange man…”

Treya stared at her reflection in the mirror, now wearing the black stockings.

It was…

Completely different from her usual self.

The stockings made her legs look incredibly long, and compared to her bare legs, the sheer material subtly revealed the skin tone beneath.

It felt… mature?

This was a style Treya had never imagined for herself.

After all, black was a color she rarely associated with. To her, it represented negativity, despair, and ominous things.

She wiggled her toes, watching in the mirror as the stockings faintly revealed the color of her skin underneath.

But…

As he had said, wasn’t it time to say goodbye to the naive version of herself who understood nothing?

Because if she did…

If she did…

Could she perhaps get closer to him? The man who had controlled everything that night, stepping out of the darkness in his black suit, exuding confidence with every step?

She stared at her toes, then slowly looked up.

This version of herself…

From her toes to her thighs, wrapped entirely in black…

Standing in a dimly lit room…

Hoping to get closer, closer, closer to him…

Wasn’t so bad.

Treya continued looking at her reflection, taking in her entire figure.

When her gaze reached her face, she was startled by the smile she saw in the mirror. She quickly covered her mouth.

What was that…?

What was that?

It didn’t look like her at all.

Trembling, Treya covered her mouth, but she could still feel the corners of her lips curling upward uncontrollably.

What was happening to her?

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“You’re a bit slow, Treya. What happened?”

“Young Master, don’t ask a girl why she’s slow putting on black stockings. What if she ran into… unspeakable difficulties?”

“Huh? But it’s just stockings. What could go wrong?”

“It’s… it’s a bit unfamiliar. I’ve never worn stockings with boots before.”

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Treya’s movements were indeed a bit awkward as she walked over.

Only she knew why.

It was her first time wearing sheer black stockings with boots that had metal soles.

They were slippery!

Extremely slippery!

Her feet felt like they were skating on ice inside the boots, making it hard to walk naturally.

Will, of course, had no experience with this. Having never worn stockings with such boots himself, he didn’t realize that the boots were designed with bare feet in mind, using sweat to increase friction.

He also didn’t know that wearing stockings with these boots would create such a precarious situation.

But!

Aesthetically, Will was very satisfied.

The balance of black stockings and silver armor created a perfect “absolute territory” between the two. The only downside was that the silver armor still looked too righteous—not dark and sinister enough.

“Alright, Treya, try out the basic sword techniques you just learned.”

“Okay…”

Treya seemed nervous.

She picked up her sword.

In her mind, she replayed the simple, fundamental sword techniques she had just studied.

“Step forward, turn, and then…”

As she prepared to swing her sword, her foot slipped…

“Wait! Treya—”

“Young Master—”

She stumbled forward, trying to regain her balance, but her slippery footing sent her hurtling straight toward Will.

With her soft, warm body, she collided face-first into Will.

“Will-sensei!!!”