The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 87 - Don’t Touch Dada!

“Give Dada… back to me.”

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It was only after saying those words that Treya realized she was gripping Will’s wrist tightly.

Her actions had been almost entirely instinctive, a reaction that bypassed thought.

The moment she saw Will’s fingers clutching the teddy bear’s neck, she had already moved.

Because it was Dada.

Among all the plush toys, it was white, shining brightly.

To her, it was different…

Something no one else could touch.

“Hiss… that hurts a bit.”

Will shook his wrist, but Treya’s grip didn’t loosen.

“T-Treya? What’s wrong?”

—No one else can touch it.

—The white, glowing thing that belongs to her…

Treya looked up at Will, who was holding Dada. Behind his glasses, his eyes looked a little innocent.

He too…

Was a glowing color…

Treya, like a child caught doing something wrong, quickly let go of his wrist and pulled her hand back.

“S-sorry.”

Treya froze.

She stared at Will’s smile, feeling completely at a loss.

“Because… because you wanted to hurt Dada.”

“I wouldn’t do that, you see? Dada is perfectly fine.”

Will released his grip and gently shook Dada.

Careful not to damage it.

Although Treya’s sudden reaction had startled him, Will couldn’t help but feel a little pleased.

That’s the energy he wanted!

That’s the intensity he wanted!

That’s the drive he wanted!

Will had deliberately created a scenario to pressure Treya, forcing her to choose what she valued most…

And it had successfully triggered her potential. Perfect!

However…

Her reaction was both quick and extreme.

It really must be one of the items mentioned in the original story. It wasn’t ordinary at all.

“Hmm. What’s going on here…”

Treya pressed her hand to her forehead, as if trying to shake off the state she had just been in. But…

Will gently pulled her hand away.

Then, he placed Dada into her hands.

Although Treya had apologized, the moment she held Dada, she cradled it protectively, clutching it tightly to her chest.

As if she were afraid of losing it again.

“Remember how you felt just now.”

“How I felt just now?”

“The third lesson is… desire.”

Will bent down and began picking up the other plush toys from under the table. Treya, seeing that they were unharmed, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Everyone has desires. It’s a fundamental part of being alive—a drive to achieve something.”

“But… if you want to embrace the darkness, you need to understand what your most extreme desire is.”

“In the process of losing and choosing…”

Will pointed at Treya.

“What remains is what I want to teach you.”

“So…”

Will wrapped his hands around Treya’s, making her hold Dada even tighter.

“Remember this feeling.”

Treya trembled slightly. She looked down at the teddy bear in her hands. Its old, cloudy glass eyes faintly reflected her image.

This feeling?

The feeling of reaching out?

Now that she thought about it, the moment she had used the stockings yesterday… it had felt similar…

“Try to read your own heart, Treya. Find what it is you truly want.”

Will smiled warmly, though… the next moment, he rotated his wrist, and his expression twisted in pain.

A woman with such a high base attack stat was no joke!

Her casual grip had left his wrist slightly bruised—it genuinely hurt.

He hadn’t noticed it while still, but as soon as he moved his wrist, the pain hit him like a wave.

To be fair, Will had brought this on himself. He had only intended to nudge Treya a little, but he had gone overboard.

“Hmm… Will-sensei, I’m truly sorry. It seems I used too much force. It looks like it might need a minor healing spell.”

Will looked up to see Treya covering her right eye, leaving only her left eye visible as she examined his wrist.

“What’s this?”

“Elven eyes can assess injuries and internal conditions. But since I’m only half-elf… only one of my eyes can do it.”

“You can do that?!”

In the original story, no other elves ever appeared. It was as if the entire race had been written solely to justify Treya’s existence as a “half-elf.”

With such a convenient skill, Treya seemed more suited to being a healer who monitored health and applied the right skills, rather than a frontline swordsman.

After explaining, Treya reached out, took Will’s wrist, and closed her eyes to cast a simple healing spell.

“May the gods bless this world with no pain…”

“Pain, pain, go away~”

Treya blew softly on Will’s wrist, making it feel slightly cool.

The first half of her chant was a proper healing spell…

But that second half!

“Pfft… What kind of childish comfort is that?”

“…My mother taught me that.”

“Oh, so you actually talked to your mom?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Will realized he might have been rude.

Treya exuded such a strong “lost her mother at a young age” vibe as a cold, aloof half-elf that Will had instinctively assumed she had never known her mother.

After all, being of mixed race, her mother might have died in childbirth or succumbed to some elven-specific postpartum illness.

But…

It turned out she had experienced a loving childhood with her mother. He had been wrong.

“Hmm? Will-sensei, do you not have a mother?”

Treya’s gaze was pure, her head tilted as she asked.

Thank you, Treya!

Will’s guilt over his earlier rudeness instantly evaporated.

“Uh… l-let’s not talk about that right now.”

“Actually… Dada was a gift from her.”

Treya lowered her head, gently stroking the teddy bear’s head.

For once, Will saw a flicker of emotion in Treya’s usually stoic demeanor.

It seemed today’s lesson had been quite fruitful. He had managed to see a different side of the cold-faced princess.

—

Will’s weekend passed in this whirlwind of activity.

As he sat in the carriage, Treya stood below, bidding farewell to Eir and Will.

“Young Master… do you think Her Highness Treya will really succeed at that coronation ceremony with the crown and everything?”

“Yawn… Of course. Otherwise, all my research would’ve been for nothing.”

“I’d really like to see what the ceremony looks like. But it’s a royal event!”

“As her nominal fiancé and a member of the Hysterm family… yawn… I actually have an invitation.”

“Really? Then you can describe it to me! Y-Young Master?”

Eir turned to find that Will, clearly exhausted from the weekend, had fallen asleep, his head resting on her shoulder.

Eir carefully removed his glasses, ensuring they wouldn’t slip off while he slept.

“As expected, the Young Master never lets himself rest.”

She held his glasses delicately, using the cloth she had brought to gently clean the thin layer of dust on them.

—

After seeing them off, Treya returned to her room.

She picked up Dada from her bed once more.

“That feeling from before…”

“Do I not need to be like… anyone else?”

As she thought this, she noticed that today’s intense activity had taken its toll. The already worn Dada now had a small tear along one of its stitched seams.

A bit of cotton peeked out…

Along with a yellowed slip of paper.