The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 96 - Not Enough

“Young Master… you’ve been smiling so much since earlier… it’s kind of terrifying…”

The coronation ceremony had ended.

The event had transitioned into the free mingling portion of the banquet, but Treya had yet to return as she was escorting her “unwell-looking” sister Eugenie to rest.

“Huh? Was I?”

“You were!”

Eir nodded furiously.

Will adjusted his glasses and quickly reined in his overly gleeful expression.

Though he wasn’t sure what others thought…

He was quite pleased.

Especially when Treya had completed the Entark sword style on stage, and her sword shattered at the end—his heart had nearly leapt out of his chest in excitement.

Even better, he had witnessed Eugenie’s humiliating collapse, falling repeatedly to the ground in a pitiful display.

It was exhilarating!

There was nothing more satisfying than seeing the once-naive and deceived little princess finally exact her revenge!

[Task 90: Ensure Treya successfully completes the coronation ceremony and gains the demon’s favor.]

[Reward: Treya’s exclusive swordsmanship—Demon’s Black Blade.]

—Though he didn’t have the Task System notebook on hand, he couldn’t wait to go back and gleefully check it off.

With that thought, Will poured himself another glass of orange juice, grabbed some food, and found a quiet corner table to sit at.

Then…

Just as he sat down, a soft voice called out next to him—

“Will… sensei?”

Treya, holding a drink of her own, stood beside him.

Will noticed something different about her aura.

Whatever.

Anyone who could gain the recognition of the Demon’s Spirit Jar and master the Entark Demon Swordsmanship shouldn’t be the same as before. That would be the real failure!

Treya sat down across from him.

In her eyes, separated by the table, was the glowing, colorful figure of Will…

And…

Her own form, now dyed in black, sitting at the same table. Though they were so close, it felt as if they were worlds apart.

“You escorted Eugenie to rest?”

“Yes. She became unusually weak after suddenly losing her strength, so I had someone take her straight home.”

“Oh? You seem to understand the reason behind that quite well…”

“Yes, during the sword dance…”

For some reason…

Even though Treya was gradually understanding the demon’s manipulations and schemes…

When faced with the only colorful figure in her eyes, Will, she reverted to being the straightforward, unreserved, and honest half-elf princess.

But now, she could better grasp her emotions—so she knew this wasn’t a bad thing.

“Shh—”

Will reached across the round table and placed a finger on Treya’s lips.

“Things like that shouldn’t be discussed at the banquet. If you need help, tell me privately.”

“Alright.”

Treya’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Just a simple upward curve.

“So… Will-sensei, did I… do well—”

“You did great.”

Will immediately interrupted with praise.

Though it seemed like he had read her mind and preemptively responded, he had simply wanted to express his admiration.

“…Really?”

The tips of Treya’s pointed ears turned slightly red. She lightly touched her lips where Will’s finger had just been.

“To go from not knowing the sword style at all to flawlessly performing the Eleventh Form of the Entark sword dance is truly impressive. Both in terms of spectacle and changing perceptions…”

Treya rested her chin on her hand, watching Will across the table. He was still wearing the black suit from that day, but in her eyes, he practically glowed.

—He was genuinely watching her, so she should be happy.

“And although I don’t know exactly how you did it… making Eugenie tremble and slide off her chair, ending up flat on the ground, was incredibly satisfying! I’ve always hated how she treated you. She deserved it! Honestly, she should’ve been spanked too!”

Treya quietly listened to Will’s enthusiastic praise, nodding occasionally.

—He was genuinely invested in her revenge, so she should be happy.

Treya reached out, wanting to touch Will’s face the way he had touched her lips.

Yes.

She wanted to touch her own “color.”

Since he had praised her, since she had come this far, she should push her advantage further.

Everything else besides him could be erased…

She would seize him, eliminate those who got in her way, and remove anyone who hindered her ascent to the throne he envisioned for her…

The more Treya stared at Will, the more the darkness beneath her feet spread.

“Will…”

Just as her hand was about to touch Will’s cheek, he suddenly turned toward her, his eyes gleaming.

“And also… I saw that smile! It was so sweet, such excellent expression control. Compared to the stiff smile you used to give me, you’ve improved so much—”

Will!

Effortlessly deflecting Treya’s advance!

As Will turned, Treya’s finger poked his cheek.

The spreading darkness beneath her feet was instantly interrupted, and her pale blue eyes regained some clarity.

“…What? Sweet… smile?”

Treya was momentarily stunned by his comment.

Will had a reason for saying it.

From his distance, he hadn’t been able to hear Treya’s whispered words to Eugenie or see the full extent of her actions.

All he had seen was Treya’s final act of playing the “sweet little sister,” flashing a radiant smile.

For someone like Will, who had once been on the receiving end of Treya’s stiff, awkward smiles, seeing her genuinely smile was deeply moving.

It was like a beautiful dream erasing the memory of a nightmare, leaving a lasting impression.

“Hmm… why did you suddenly poke me?”

Will seemed to enjoy the sensation of being poked, even leaning into her fingertip. Embarrassed, Treya withdrew her hand.

“I… I saw something on your face and wanted to take it off.”

Treya had just told her first lie—one entirely of her own volition.

“I didn’t eat anything with leaves… Oh, anyway. You know, you rarely show much expression. Your smiles used to be so stiff. But this one was really great!”

“…Thank you.”

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Treya replied in an unusually soft voice.

“Learning to smile, cry, and get angry is also part of what you need to work on. Only by mastering ordinary emotions can you unleash more intense ones when needed.”

“Understood…”

“But it’s precisely because of that smile…”

Will rested his chin on his hand, finally pointing at Treya.

“You’re—still not dark enough!”

“Eh…?”

“Too sweet! It should’ve been more sinister! More wicked! More chaotic!”

“Uh…?”

“And for a loser like Eugenie, you should’ve pushed even further! Torment her until she wishes she were dead!”

“Actually, I…”

Treya started to interrupt, intending to explain that she planned to use the demon’s power as leverage to control Eugenie for now.

After all…

A living sister could still be useful to her.

But in the end, she didn’t say it.

Compared to Will, she might still be just a naive little princess.

He wasn’t wrong—there was still so much she needed to learn.

“Hmm… I hadn’t thought of that.”

“But explaining it to you might be difficult. Next time Eir has her lessons, you should join us!”

Eir, who was pouring tea nearby, nodded enthusiastically.

“Her Highness Treya is welcome to join the Blackening Workshop!”

Treya watched Will, who was smiling happily as he spoke, and raised her glass to hide her own smile—afraid he might comment again on how sweet it was.

“Alright, Will-sensei.”