The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 258 - The Half-Elf Empress’s Nightmare for You (1)

He hadn’t had any strange “dreams” last night. It had been like this for a week now.

After all, what could compare to the happiness of his current life? What could rival the beauty of reality?

As long as he forgot about those dreams and focused on this life, everything would be fine!

“Treya doesn’t seem to have much to do today?”

“Your days are getting more chaotic. It’s the weekend—even I take breaks on weekends.”

Will’s vision was slightly blurry—a common issue for someone nearsighted. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table but found the spot empty.

As he wondered where they might be, he suddenly felt Treya press against his back. Her cool halfelf skin touched him, and her pale hand brushed past his ear.

Then...

She reached over and placed his glasses on his nose, gently hooking the arms over his ears with her fingers.

“You must’ve forgotten. Last night, you were sleeping on that side of the bed. But... hmm, things got a bit intense yesterday, so... you ended up here this morning.”

Treya leaned against his back, playfully ruffling his soft brown hair with her small hand, leaving it a mess.

But Will didn’t mind; he let her do as she pleased.

“True, I forgot...”

Will picked up the magnetic earring Treya had left on the bedside table—the one she always wore and that he had gifted her.

“But this is your fault!”

He turned and playfully pinned Treya down on the bed—though he knew full well she allowed it. Otherwise, there was no way he could overpower her.

Then, he brought the earring close to her right ear.

“Mmph!”

Even though it was just putting on an earring, her pointed halfelf ears were incredibly sensitive. The moment Will’s hand approached, Treya tightly shut her eyes and bit her lip.

No matter how commanding the Empress might be...

When it came to sensitive spots, she was soft all over!

“...Just putting on an earring?”

She cautiously opened her eyes, touching the round earring on her right ear as she slowly sat up.

She seemed almost surprised that Will had obediently stopped at just putting on the earring.

“Every morning after you wake up, the first thing you do is put it on—just like how I put on my glasses. I’m just following your routine.”

But...

Come to think of it...

Why had he only given her one earring when he gifted it to her?

Why had he chosen such a pure black crystal earring for a halfelf known for their purity?

What occasion had prompted him to give this gift?

Why couldn’t he find any explanation for such a “strange” act in his “memory”?

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Had he been dealing with some mental issue over the past two weeks without realizing it?

Something felt... off.

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Or perhaps...

Was it Treya who was off?

Will looked at Treya in front of him. She had her back turned to him, straightening into a graceful curve as she fastened her bra behind her back.

“By the way, Will, you don’t have anything planned today, right? Come with me somewhere?”

She spoke while fastening her bra, puffing out her chest slightly as she tilted her head toward him.

Will understood what she meant.

She clearly wanted him to accompany her somewhere—though their nights were spent together in Treya’s room, during the day she was often busy with affairs as the newly crowned ruler of a nation.

“What is it?”

“A secret. Just follow me.”

“Where are we going? Let’s head out.”

“As expected... you trust me unconditionally.”

“Hmm?”

For some reason, Treya often asked questions that seemed to stem from a lack of “security,” doubting his “trust”—though to Will, there was no room for doubt in such matters.

“Of course. You’re Treya—why wouldn’t I trust you?”

After saying this, Will moved closer to her and ran his hand through her hair, letting his fingers slide through her smooth silver locks as if in playful retaliation for her earlier teasing.

“Oh, speaking of which, I have something for you. It arrived just yesterday.”

“What is it...?”

Will watched as Treya walked to her vanity and retrieved something from her jewelry box...

It was a white crystal earring almost identical to the black one she wore. They were the same shape, equally translucent and magnetic.

They looked like...

A perfect “pair.”

Treya reached out and placed it on Will—on the same side as hers.

She gently touched his earlobe.

“Hmm, perfect. Let’s go.”

Walking along the royal pathways, Will couldn’t help but marvel at how pristine and radiant everything in the royal grounds was.

The servants along the streets seemed to discuss only the freshness of green leaves, the fragrance of flowers, and the brilliance of sunlight. They talked about Entark’s bright future and their own beautiful lives after each cycle of day and night.

It was as if...

“The Empress seems completely different since ascending the throne.”

“Her rule is ironfisted—no mercy for nobles. She hasn’t even spared her remaining siblings.”

“I wonder if the Fourth Princess has any plans. She used to be Treya’s older sister.”

“She wants to bring in a new generation of adventurers. Didn’t you see how she pampers that Hysterm family young master?”

“Isn’t it the other way around? She pampers him because she wants adventurers at the table.”

“Shh! They’re walking this way.”

—Such words would never leave their lips.

Like an electric current, these murmurs vanished from Will’s mind the moment Treya’s hand intertwined with his fingers.

“We’re here,” Treya said, leading him into one of the royal reception halls.

“What is this...”

The hall was four meters high. Normally it housed a table large enough to seat over a dozen people, but now that table had been moved aside. All that remained was a dustfree empty space and...

Four rows of “clothing racks.”

Two rows held women’s wedding dresses; one row held men’s wedding suits.

The suits were neatly categorized by color and style—collars, hems, pant legs—all meticulously arranged.

The wedding dresses were even more dazzling. It seemed every dress in the nation suitable for Treya had been brought here, filling each rack to capacity.

“It’s for our wedding—we need to choose what we’ll wear three weeks from now. These are all for trying on.”

“Since it’s my wedding, I want it to be something everyone remembers—the grandest wedding ever.”

Standing beside the racks were over twenty toptier tailors equipped with measuring tools and sewing kits, ready to meet their every need.

Will had never witnessed a royal wedding before and couldn’t have imagined such extravagance.

Even as a young master from one of Entark’s most prominent families, standing here made him feel slightly out of place.

Sensing his unease as if by instinct, Treya turned around and placed her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him toward one of the suit racks.

“I want to play a game, Will.”

Treya reached over his shoulder and lightly picked up the sleeve of an elegant black suit from the rack.

“Someone once told me that when there are too many choices, it becomes hard to tell what you truly want.”

Will found this statement oddly familiar—as if he’d heard something similar before.

Treya suddenly lowered her voice and whispered huskily into his ear:

“Only through constant loss and constant choice can you discover what your true desires are.”

He had heard this before—so familiar that he could almost repeat it word for word himself.

A headache struck him.

[Of course—it’s because you said it yourself.]

The light around him flickered. The sunny day outside turned into an overcast sky in an instant, as if rain would fall any second.

He blinked rapidly. In one of those blinks...

The sky cleared again.

Bright sunlight poured in warmly through the windows—as if the cloudy sky moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

“Treya... That phrase sounds familiar. Someone impressive must’ve told you that?”

“Yes. A very good teacher—someone I deeply admire and love.”

“...Who is it?”

In Will’s “memory,” there was no such person around Treya.

Treya looked into Will’s deep blue eyes; their similar eye colors reflected each other’s image.

“It’s someone I no longer need to call ‘teacher.’ Because now I’ve grown enough to let him rest peacefully in the colorful dream I’ve created—without needing to abandon anything anymore.”

Her words were full of “implications,” as if meant for Will but not quite. Before he could fully grasp their meaning, Treya reached past him and pulled out a suit from the rack.

It was black—but even an amateur could tell its style was outdated.

“We’ll keep choosing like this—always two at a time—until we find the perfect one. Everything else gets discarded.”

She tossed the suit into an empty bin nearby.

Though not technically a trash can, throwing such expensive trial outfits into a bin still felt wasteful enough to call “extravagant.”

“Why did you throw that one away?”

“It looked like something your father would wear—disgusting.”

“...?”

Will thought about it for a moment. For some reason, recalling his father now gave him an inexplicable sense of unease—almost like disgust.

—As if Treya’s feelings had rubbed off on him.