The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 252 - The Demon Princess’s Sweet Dream for You (4)

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The coronation ceremony was a lengthy affair, starting at ten in the morning as Treya had chosen. It began at the capital’s main gate, with her riding in a deep blue and gold-trimmed carriage, the colors representing Entark. The procession traveled down the city’s most bustling main street, continuing straight along the road to the royal palace, and finally arriving at the hall where coronation ceremonies were traditionally held—a venue frequently used by the royal family for such events.

As the person “soon to be announced as engaged,” Will also enjoyed the honor of riding in such a carriage.

On either side of the road, Entark’s national flags—deep blue and gold—fluttered in the wind, symbolizing a bright future.

Citizens lined the streets to welcome their new Empress, reaching out to greet her.

The ceremonial band accompanying the carriage played a mix of solemn and joyful music.

In the clear sky above, fireworks were released as the carriage advanced.

Will sat calmly inside, taking in the “coronation ceremony” scenery.

He wasn’t usually someone swayed by his surroundings, but now he was completely moved by this atmosphere!

Everything was thriving and full of hope, welcoming a future that promised to be more beautiful, more radiant, more colorful—!

Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it like that?

Wasn’t there nothing wrong?

But why...

In this “peaceful” and “beautiful” process, did Will feel a hint of unease? There seemed to be no reason for it...

Pondering this, Will turned to look at Treya beside him.

She was turned toward the window, waving to the cheering crowd outside with a gloved hand.

“Hello.”

She maintained a “smile” for those outside—dignified and composed. Though it was just a simple carriage parade, she exuded the image of an Empress capable of great responsibility.

But...

Will noticed her black dress and the glimpse of her half-elf pale stockings just above her knees.

She wore black.

A color that clashed with everything around them.

The crowd outside couldn’t see her full attire from their vantage point, only Will could see it clearly from inside the carriage.

Why was she wearing such a black gown for her coronation? It looked more suited for a funeral.

“Treya, why are you wearing...”

Before he could finish, Treya leaned closer to Will, her pale blue eyes meeting his.

Pale blue eyes...

Yes, Treya’s eyes were indeed that color—the clear hue unique to half-elves. He had seen them countless times.

Caught off guard by Treya’s sudden proximity, Will blinked at her.

Wait...

Wasn’t her left eye violet?

No, it had turned back to pale blue. Was it just his imagination...?

Will thought, feeling slightly dizzy as he rubbed his forehead.

What had he been about to say to her?

Oh!

Right!

It was...

To compliment her! Her outfit was truly fitting! For such an important occasion, she needed to wear something this beautiful!

Treya looked stunning in anything!

Though he didn’t voice his thoughts, Treya seemed to understand him perfectly and smiled contentedly.

Then she gently placed her hand over Will’s left hand.

In the cramped carriage, Treya’s exposed shoulder brushed against Will’s cheek.

But before Will could finish his thoughts, Treya took his hand and placed it on her stockinged leg.

“Treya?”

“You seemed a bit sleepy just now. Does this... wake you up a little?”

As she did this...

She gently pulled up the curtain, ensuring no one could see their overly intimate actions inside the carriage—

Her head rested on Will’s shoulder as if she were tired from all the waving and wanted to lean on him for support.

“Yeah, I suddenly felt drowsy. It was like I saw something strange. Are you... tired too?”

“No.”

From her tone, Will knew she was putting on a brave face.

“It’s okay. Once we finish this street, we’ll head back to the palace. After we reach the coronation hall, you won’t have to deal with this anymore.”

“Alright.”

Will looked outside.

How strange—after feeling slightly drowsy earlier, the world outside seemed even brighter and more beautiful.

This “coronation ceremony” surely represented the wonderful future Treya promised.

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The final stop for the coronation ceremony was stunning!

Compared to previous coronation decorations, today’s hall was adorned in white. It looked more like a venue prepared for an “engagement ceremony.”

Colorful flowers surrounded the center of the hall, and sunlight streamed through stained glass windows to illuminate Treya.

Will stood beside Treya as she recited each oath required of a successor.

Then...

“The next step—and the final step of my coronation—Your Holiness, please bring down that topmost urn.”

As she spoke these words, Treya’s tone carried a hint of joy.

Joy as if she had waited for this moment for a long time.

...Huh?

Will had never heard of such a step in a coronation before.

But...

Everyone seemed “very happy,” “smiling,” “relaxed,” eagerly awaiting this event.

Looking around, every face bore an expression of “joy”!

Even the Pope trembled with “excitement” as he retrieved the urn from its high perch!

Will watched as Treya accepted the strange black urn with delight.

He must have misunderstood coronations; this had to be an incredibly important part!

“I hope to bring new ideas and concepts during my reign. For now... perhaps it’s ‘destroying all useless old things.’”

“For example, we all know that Entark’s ‘Divine Urn’ doesn’t actually represent any ‘goddess’!”

Slash—

Treya drew a sword from her waist.

It looked familiar to Will but wasn’t in his “memory”—a sword with an entirely black blade and bandage-wrapped hilt.

She swung it down, shattering the already battered urn into pieces!

Crash—

Fragments scattered across the floor; some shards even brushed against Treya’s gown without tearing it.

Will watched this scene in bewilderment.

Isn’t something off? Is she really the Treya you know?

Is she truly the perfect Treya you believe her to be?

In your memory... is she really like this?

But no one opposed Treya’s actions.

Sparse applause filled the hall; however, Will noticed that Treya’s “loving” siblings weren’t clapping.

“And now, I have one more important announcement...”

Before Will could recover from his shock, Treya took his hand and led him from backstage to center stage.

Then, in front of everyone present, Treya effortlessly lifted him into a bridal carry.

Yes.

The former “princess” was now carrying her fiancé like a princess in front of everyone.

This move drew excessive attention; Will felt flashes from cameras below as Entark’s newspapers captured this major news event.

“I formally announce my engagement to Will Hysterm—”

He looked up at Treya’s profile from below.

Under sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, her black earrings seemed to shimmer with colorful halos.

“As for our wedding date... let’s tentatively set it for one month from now.”

“I hope everyone here sincerely wishes us happiness.”

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She smiled warmly.

After saying these words, she gently set Will down but kept one hand clasped with his in both of hers.

In Will’s eyes—the Treya who usually only acted coyly toward him in private—now appeared as if she were “asserting sovereignty,” “showing off,” or even “retaliating against someone.”

Under bright camera flashes—in quiet surroundings—in pristine halls—she leaned in without giving Will time to speak or respond. Lowering her head gently—as if sharing their usual private kisses...

With pure love—she kissed him deeply.

...

Like a dream.

Like a beautiful dream come true.

Like a beautiful dream made real.

He was engaged to his perfect princess after years of romance.

They would be blessed by all of Entark.

He had finally achieved his long-desired love.

But...

Will stood in the hall where Entark’s royal family always held post-event “tea time” instead of immediately dispersing after important banquets or ceremonies.

Holding a glass of red wine at the edge of the venue—he watched Treya surrounded by wealthy merchants and dignitaries from neighboring countries—all offering “courtesy” blessings.

Don’t you feel something is out of place? Something isn’t right?

Do you truly feel “happy” and “joyful”?

“What... what is going on...”

Think again?

“I feel... I feel so happy...”

Is this really a beautiful dream?

“So happy...”

Do you really...

“I feel so... so in love with her...”

Love her?

“I do...”

Will set down his full glass of wine and poured himself some orange juice instead—drinking it all in one go.

“Is it... is it because I drank alcohol? No... ever since waking from that dream this morning... something hasn’t felt right.”

He wasn’t a child; drinking orange juice here seemed odd.

But he felt thirsty—especially after taking deep breaths to calm his chaotic thoughts earlier on.

“Oh my—if it isn’t today’s most talked-about prince?”

Then...

He heard his “father’s” voice coming from nearby.