The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 86 - A Little Game

“Is this… what you wanted, Will-sensei?”

Treya spun in front of him.

The slightly fitted top subtly revealed her navel, and as her cape swirled with her movements, her waistline peeked out from beneath it.

No…

More importantly…

She was finally wearing an outfit that was coordinated, appropriate, and could even be associated with the word “demon.”

Her silver hair contrasted starkly with the predominantly black ensemble, creating a striking and eerie aesthetic.

And beyond that…

Will genuinely liked it.

Treya’s previous outfits seemed designed to turn her into nothing more than a pure and adorable princess—a mascot so captivating it was hard to look away.

But her tall stature, combined with the elven air of aloof nobility and a touch of icy detachment, made her far from a simple mascot.

Now, Treya looked much closer to what Will had envisioned.

A princess capable of surviving on her own, moving toward the throne.

“Not bad. This is the one,” Will said, snapping his fingers.

“Actually, the coronation ceremony outfits are up to us to decide. There aren’t any strict requirements…”

Treya spun around again. Despite her words, she seemed quite pleased with her outfit, admiring it as she turned.

“If Will-sensei thinks it looks good, I’ll remember it.”

Will shook his head at her response.

“…The main goal is for you to stand out at the coronation ceremony. Only then can you truly master Demon Swordsmanship.”

“Understood. But…”

Treya’s eyes darted around, as if she had something to say but couldn’t quite get it out.

In the end, she avoided looking at Will and instead stared at her clenched fists.

“That night, I saw through the world Eugenie lives in…”

“Yesterday, I… I discarded everything she taught me…”

“But now, I…”

Treya gazed at her palm, slowly opening it as she spoke.

She remembered that night, when Eugenie had extended a hand to pull her into the abyss.

She had seen the darkness within Eugenie.

For some reason…

Perhaps it was inertia.

Perhaps it was that darkness pulling her, tilting her world in that direction.

Perhaps it was…

What was it?

Treya felt that none of those explanations were the answer.

“…Does this mean… I’ve learned to be like her?”

Will watched Treya as she spoke, arms crossed in thought.

“Sigh… as I suspected, if I don’t keep teaching you, you’ll never fully understand. Alright…”

Will took her hand.

“Huh… Will-sensei?”

He led her into her room.

The princess’s small room had a wooden desk, likely used for studying and writing. But now that she had grown taller, the desk seemed a bit too small for her.

Will picked up all the plush toys scattered on the floor.

He also gathered the ones from her bed.

Holding them in his arms like a toy merchant, he pulled up a chair and sat across from the small desk.

“Come, Princess Treya, sit across from me.”

He smiled as he carefully arranged the plush toys on the desk.

On the far left was a bunny plushie. It looked brand new, and Will recognized it—it was one of the capital’s limited-edition, ultra-expensive New Year collectibles.

In the middle were a lion, a tiger, a frog, and a dog plushie…

Uh…

Why were there also plushies of a fire dragon, a ghost, and an ice spirit—clearly dungeon monster-themed merchandise?!

Thankfully, these were covered in dust, proving that Treya didn’t have any strange hobbies and clearly didn’t like these ones.

The most special one was the teddy bear plushie on the far right.

It was brown, wearing a scarf, and unlike the other plushies, it was less stuffed, with visible signs of wear and even stitches on its head.

Compared to the limited-edition, high-end plushies, this one seemed far too ordinary.

In modern toy shops, you’d probably find rows of them sold cheaply, affordable even for children in the slums.

But…

It was the plushie Treya kept at her bedside. To her, it likely held some unique significance.

Will found the plushie familiar. He had noticed it the last time he knocked toys off her bed.

It must have been described in the original story, perhaps in one of Treya’s flashbacks… but his memory was hazy.

Even with the Task System, there were still details and items he had seen or organized but forgotten.

“This is your third lesson.”

“Third lesson?”

“That’s right… I’ll tell you what this lesson is about after we finish it.”

Will placed two plushies in front of Treya.

A lion and a fire dragon, both in shades of orange and yellow, looking somewhat similar.

“Alright, if you had to choose one to keep and throw the other away, which would you pick?”

“Hmm… I’ll keep Little Sun.”

She pointed to the lion plushie.

“You’ve named all of them?!”

“They already have names, don’t they?”

Treya tilted her head, genuinely confused.

Treya had an odd tendency to take certain things far too seriously.

“Alright… what about these two?”

“Little Lamb.”

…

Over and over again.

Will picked up two plushies at a time, asking Treya to choose one and discard the other—though “discard” was a bit dramatic. He simply placed the rejected plushie on the floor, out of her sight.

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At first, the choices were easy. Treya could decide within three seconds.

But…

“Hmm… these two… I like both Little Pudding and Little Bean…”

As the game progressed, Treya found it harder and harder to choose. What started as quick decisions turned into prolonged comparisons between the two plushies.

Meanwhile, Will…

Fully embraced his role as the villain.

“Hehehe…”

Will grabbed the yellow duck plushie by its webbed foot, slowly lifting it off the desk and shaking it in the air.

“If you don’t choose soon, I’ll have to drop it~”

“So sad, it’ll go plop plop onto the hard floor and start crying…”

“I’ll keep Little Pudding!”

Treya eventually made her choice.

And so, the plushie elimination game continued until the final round.

As Will had anticipated, the worn-out teddy bear plushie made it to the finals, defeating all its competitors.

“Alright, now it’s between Little Pudding and Dada. Which one will you keep?”

Holding the duck plushie by its webbed foot, Will dangled it over the edge of the desk.

“If you can’t decide, I’ll have to get rid of it.”

Then, he grabbed the battered teddy bear and held it in front of him, gripping it by the neck. It looked so fragile that Will didn’t dare hold it by its stitched limbs.

This was the only way he could simulate a “hostage situation.”

“What will you do?”

He tightened his grip on the bear’s neck.

But…

To Will’s surprise…

Despite being in the final round, Treya was unusually decisive.

In fact…

Her reaction was beyond calm—it was startlingly resolute.

The usually obedient Treya, who had treated this as a mere lesson, suddenly reached across the desk with lightning speed.

Scratch—

Will felt her nails graze his hand, leaving a slight scratch.

She grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Give Dada… back to me.”