The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 95 - Sister, Smile for Me

Eugenie sat trembling in her seat, watching as Treya raised her sword.

It was the Eleventh Form—the one she had deliberately taught Treya incorrectly.

But…

From the very first move…

It was executed with flawless precision!

The reason this technique could previously only shatter a single target on the same plane was due to a major flaw in its opening stance—something Eugenie had intentionally misled her about.

But now, with her opening corrected, it was clear…

Treya hadn’t just learned the true Entark Demon Swordsmanship…

She had mastered all eleven forms, reaching a level that Eugenie had spent years refining!

“H-how is this possible…”

Eugenie covered her mouth, her entire body trembling in her chair.

“Entark…”

“Eleventh Form: Slash…”

A flash of sword light.

Although there were no props for demonstration, Treya stepped forward, covering a significant distance in a single motion.

But that wasn’t all…

She brought her feet together, creating an arc in the air that seemed to trail with black shadows…

The silver blade of her sword appeared darkened, almost ominous.

This wasn’t just Demon Swordsmanship. Treya could feel that, as the demon fled in defeat, it had left her with something extraordinary.

Finally…

As Treya completed the sequence of her sword dance…

She flicked her sword downward.

Crack.

The silver sword Treya had used for years shattered under the force, shards flying and grazing her black stockings. However, the stockings, of excellent quality, remained intact, leaving no cuts on her legs.

Treya glanced at the shattered pieces of her sword with indifference.

“It broke.”

“A bit of a shame. But it was time for a new one anyway.”

She commented calmly.

Behind her, the Demon’s Spirit Jar, which had absorbed light to become a dark void earlier, now lay still, like an ordinary ornament.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Eugenie—

“Tch… cough, cough…”

She coughed violently, her body lurching forward. But unwilling to show her weakness, she covered her mouth with one hand and clutched her chest with the other.

“…Treya… Treya… what did you do…”

Her body leaned forward, her coughing growing more intense.

She could feel it.

She looked up, her bloodshot eyes filled with terror as they fixed on Treya on stage. In her vision, Treya was shrouded in a black mist…

All the demonic power from the Spirit Jar—all of it—had been…

Taken by her!

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But how was that possible?!

How could this be?!

The demon would never bet everything on one person, let alone transfer all its power. It was too… too absurd!

“You… you… cough…”

She glanced at her hand, now streaked with blood. The loss of the demon’s power was taking a severe toll on her body.

—Of course! Her mother had deliberately hidden the correct method to gain the demon’s favor during the coronation ceremony. Nearly all of the demon’s power from this generation had been concentrated in her.

What had Treya done?!

The way she had taken the demon’s power was like stabbing Eugenie with a needle and draining all the blood from her body!

But…

As Treya’s elegant sword dance concluded, applause began to ripple through the audience, growing louder and louder…

The glory was entirely directed at the figure on stage. No one noticed what Eugenie was enduring below.

“No… I need to… leave…”

Eugenie gripped the armrest, trying to stand and exit the hall.

But…

Thud.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

“Damn it!”

Nearly every gaze turned toward her.

Thud.

She tried to get up again, only to fall once more.

“No… I can’t let this happen…”

Thud.

She propped herself up with her hands, trying to stand, but even her arms slipped, sending her crashing back to the ground.

“Princess Eugenie, what’s wrong?”

Eir, being the closest to her, naturally noticed.

Will, meanwhile, maintained a silent and serious expression as he watched the scene unfold…

But inside, he was absolutely delighted!

Treya had just delivered such a stunning sword dance, and now the “sole inheritor of Demon Swordsmanship” next to him was coughing up blood, collapsing, and falling over.

Without a doubt, Treya had achieved mastery!

As one of the masterminds behind this…

He just wanted to applaud. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!

“Young Master, should we…”

“Let’s just watch,” Will interrupted Eir, raising his hand. “After all, the noble Princess Eugenie surely wouldn’t want her embarrassing state to be saved by small fry like us… right?”

On the ground, Eugenie not only felt drained but even her thoughts were beginning to slow.

Her face flushed from her ears to her cheeks.

But her mind couldn’t calculate the damage this scene would do to her reputation.

“No…”

She dragged herself across the floor with her elbows, hoping to crawl out of the hall—yes, this humiliating method was all she could think of now.

And then…

She saw…

Treya’s high-heeled boots. Once silver-plated, they now seemed coated in black lacquer.

Looking up, she saw the black stockings torn by the shattered sword, revealing glimpses of her elven pale, cool skin.

“Sister…”

“Treya, thank goodness. Help me up…”

At this point, Eugenie’s mind was too muddled to continue scheming or calculating.

She still pretended to be the kind older sister, smiling as she tried to show Treya her sisterly affection.

But…

Treya crouched down.

Eugenie saw her eyes…

They were no longer the pure, light blue eyes she remembered. Those pale blue eyes now seemed devoid of light, staring at her with an unsettling intensity.

Her reflection in Treya’s eyes appeared murky and distorted.

Eugenie felt something was wrong. Cold sweat dripped down her back.

Run, run, run…

She tried to retract her outstretched hand, but Treya caught it.

“Sister, why are you so pathetic?”

Treya’s fingertips were icy cold, yet from her touch, Eugenie felt a faint black energy seep into her, alleviating her discomfort slightly.

Holding Eugenie’s hand, Treya helped her to her feet.

“T-Treya, you—”

But Eugenie couldn’t finish her sentence. It was as if her throat had been sealed, preventing her from speaking.

“Sister.”

Treya leaned close to her ear, deliberately positioning herself out of Will’s line of sight.

“Now, do you still have the ability to approach him? Hmm, I don’t think so.”

“Such a shame. But you probably can’t even think about that right now… because…”

“You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re a failure now, would you?”

“If you’re willing to follow my orders completely, I can help you keep it a secret…”

Her voice was as cold as ever, but now it carried a chilling menace that hadn’t been there before.

After speaking, Treya stepped back, her lips curling into an incredibly sweet smile.

It wasn’t stiff at all.

It was natural.

Her facial expression was surprisingly well-controlled, radiating pure sweetness.

She looked every bit like an obedient, adorable, and innocent little sister.

Eugenie stood up. She was no longer drained, no longer coughing blood, and her strength had returned.

But…

Her eyes widened in horror, her expression frozen in fear.

Treya… was terrifying.

She had to…

She had to escape…

If she fell into Treya’s hands…

She tried to step back, to distance herself from Treya, but found her feet unbearably heavy.

Looking down… Treya’s black shadow enveloped her feet.

It was as if it had anchored her in place.

“Sister Eugenie, this won’t do.”

Treya reached out, using two fingers to pull up the corners of Eugenie’s mouth. She applied just enough force to make Eugenie uncomfortable.

But Eugenie couldn’t even frown. She could only follow Treya’s guidance and force a smile.

“When facing your little sister who’s celebrating her 15th birthday today, you need to smile.”