The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 84 - Birthday Party—Guess Who Didn’t Get an Invite?

“If it weren’t for Eir, the Young Master wouldn’t have remembered his birthday at all. Wait… Young Master, why are you crying?”

“Indeed. Did we do something wrong?”

“I… I’m crying?”

Will blinked in confusion, touching his cheek where a tear had fallen. Only then did he realize that the candles before him had become blurry.

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Eir leaned in, using her small handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

—A crying Young Master… so cute…

“No… you did wonderfully. It’s just that… I’m really happy.”

Treya watched Will closely.

He was indeed crying. Although it wasn’t much, the corner of the handkerchief was already damp.

But for some reason…

Treya, usually so oblivious, could sense that he was genuinely happy. And this realization…

Made her feel… something. Excitement? Joy? Fulfillment?

It was as if a soothing emotion had filled the void in her heart, satisfying that earlier yearning.

She felt more at ease.

“Alright, alright, no more tears. What’s next for the birthday celebration?”

Will accepted the embroidered handkerchief.

For all his teasing of Treya…

He wasn’t much better at processing his own emotions.

“That’s good to hear, Young Master! Time to blow out the candles!”

“Every birthday I’ve had, I’ve blown out candles. That’s what you’re supposed to do… right?”

“Blow out the candles so we can eat the cake faster! Hurry and make a wish before the wax drips everywhere.”

“Alright.”

Will looked at Eir and Treya across from him.

Timid Eir, who had boldly planned a surprise birthday party.

Emotionally reserved Treya, who had dragged him here with her clumsy but determined efforts.

This wasn’t like the birthdays he’d had before, surrounded by indifferent servants watching him make a wish, just waiting for the obligatory celebration to end.

Although it was a shame that a certain someone wasn’t here…

Still…

Perhaps he had been wrong. Seeing these two, whom he had personally helped change, doing something so heartfelt for him…

Maybe being born into this world really was something worth celebrating.

Will closed his eyes.

This world didn’t have the familiar “Happy Birthday” song, but in his heart, he hummed it for himself.

From the moment he closed his eyes to the time he thought of a wish, it felt like an eternity.

He took a deep breath.

—I wish for all of you “loser heroines” to fully embrace your dark sides and hold your loved ones firmly in your grasp!

—And… since I haven’t made a birthday wish in years, let’s be greedy and make another one.

—I wish to find my own heroine.

“Huff…”

The room plunged into darkness.

Then, Will saw a young maid he didn’t recognize lighting the room’s lamps.

Wait, what?!

This place…

He looked at the soft, fluffy bed.

And the small plush toys he had knocked off earlier.

This was Treya’s bedroom?!

“Treya, we’re in your room again…”

“I wanted to use the reception hall, but it’s not dark yet. Even with the curtains drawn, there’s still light. Eir said that wouldn’t work…”

“Of course not! The Maid’s Handbook clearly states that surprises must happen in complete darkness to truly be surprising!”

In truth, Eir had read this in 300 Questions on Blackening, question #119: “Use darkness to startle your target for better psychological control.”

She was quite proud of how well she had applied this knowledge. Surely, the Young Master would notice her dedication to learning.

“Oh, by the way, are those stockings the ones I gave to Treya earlier?”

“Yes. I wanted to return them to you, Will-sensei…”

“No need! They’re yours now, and you must wear them for the ceremony!”

“Alright…”

“So, were they the ones you just… took off?”

Will cautiously asked, hoping for an exciting answer, but…

“Don’t worry, Young Master of the Hysterm family.”

The maid who had turned off the lights interrupted him.

“After every training session, Her Highness Treya’s garments, including stockings, are washed with the royal family’s special high-concentration detergent. They are then dried and disinfected using a unique combination of wind and fire magic by the royal maids. This ensures that each item is ‘cleaned once and ready for immediate reuse,’ providing the best care for reusable clothing.”

…

Will’s heart, which had been warmed by the birthday celebration, suddenly felt cold.

He looked at the stockings Treya was holding, the same ones she had used to blindfold him earlier…

After such thorough cleaning…

They had lost their soul!

“So impressive! Eir wants to learn—”

“YOU ARE NOT LEARNING THIS!!!!”

—

After finishing the cake, it was getting late.

Treya insisted on having the royal carriage take them home.

“Well… see you tomorrow. I… I’ll have my subordinates bring suitable clothes. Uh…”

Treya stood outside the carriage, wanting to say something but hesitating.

It wasn’t the kind of hesitation where she couldn’t bring herself to speak—it was the kind where she desperately wanted to say something but didn’t know how to express it.

She wanted to ask Will something, especially about the look on his face during the birthday celebration.

Was she…

Getting closer to understanding the things she wanted to learn?

After a long day, Will also felt that Treya had undergone some subtle changes.

Especially…

When she had blindfolded him with her stockings.

Oh, and not because he had a thing for her stockings.

Treya was harder to guide than he had imagined, yet she always managed to surprise him by taking certain steps ahead of schedule.

Such a serious princess might need some encouragement—encouragement to continue down this strange path.

“Wait, Young Master?”

Will opened the carriage door and stepped out.

“You did really well today.”

He stood on tiptoe, leaning close to Treya’s slightly pointed elf ear, and whispered softly, letting his breath tickle her.

“Treya, remember how you felt today. Relive it in your dreams tonight.”

Treya’s long, pointed ears twitched, and she took two steps back, covering them with her hands. For once, her usually calm face flushed red.

“S-sorry, it… it tickled… so strange…”

“This… this…”

Will was at a loss.

Were elf ears really that sensitive?!

—

(tln : Leah is praticing how to give her bday gift)

When the carriage arrived at Will’s house…

“Ahem. Birthdays, birthdays… such trivial matters can be found on a student roster at a glance, so… Happy Birthday!”

“Huh? Isn’t it unethical for a teacher to peek at the roster?”

Leah paced back and forth in front of Will’s house, clutching her arms.

“Fifteen-year-old witches all have a storage ring, you know. What? Today’s your fifteenth birthday?! Happy Birthday. Oh no, I didn’t prepare a gift. Here, take this ring.”

“That sounds so forced. He’ll see right through it.”

Leah removed her oversized hat, twirling it by the brim as she walked back the other way.

“Wow, your house has such a big cake. Oh, it’s your birthday? Happy Birthday. Oops, all I have is this gift. I totally didn’t come here just to eat cake.”

“No, no, what if they’ve already finished the cake? It is late… but what if my witch express delivery just now brought the ring?”

Leah scratched her twin tails, messing them up unevenly.

“Forget it. Let’s go with something direct, wild, and full of witchy charm—”

“Kira~Kira~! The birthday witch Leah has arrived to deliver a gift from the forest to the birthday boy~! Today’s gift is a storage ring. Happy Birthday, Will~!”

Leah spun in place, winked with her eyes closed, and extended a hand holding the gift.

“Uh… Leah-sensei? How do you know it’s my birthday? And how… uh… did you just happen to be at my house?”

Then she saw Will standing in front of her.

“Leah-sensei?”

Eir walked down with the luggage.

Leah froze in place, her face instantly turning red.

“Anyway, Happy Birthday! Really, Happy Birthday! I saw it on the student roster, and I definitely didn’t come here for cake. That’s all for today—see you at school on Monday!”

Using the same escape technique she had on their first meeting, Leah hastily drew a teleportation circle with a single piece of chalk and disappeared from Will’s doorstep.

All that was left behind was a small box… and the ring inside.