The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 260 - The Half-Elf Empress’s Nightmare for You (3)

“You don’t remember? Don’t you remember what you did for her three years ago at the royal banquet!?”

“......”

At that banquet, you helped her thwart Eugenie’s plot to trip her up.

“You don’t remember? At the coronation ceremony, you outright rejected my invitation and stood by her side?”

“......”

Back then, you had Treya wear black stockings to gain the favor of the demon during the coronation.

“You... you’ve completely forgotten, haven’t you? The things you taught her bit by bit, the strategies you hinted at, how to pull everyone into her schemes?”

“......”

Every weekend afternoon, sitting at the table in the royal garden, you subtly hinted at future events—the conflicts her siblings would face.

Right... right... I’m not her canary. I should be... I should be her teacher...

Like a colorful painting suddenly cracking into black and white fragments; like a dream so beautifully crafted being haunted by eerie black ghosts;

The “reality” before him seemed to fracture.

It was like that moment in a long, blissful dream when you suddenly realize it’s all just a dream.

Will wasn’t entirely without memory.

But...

Recalling these fragments made his head throb even more.

Eugenie, waiting for Will to confirm her accusations, grew darker—not just in demeanor but in despair.

“Damn it... It seems that lunatic has finally... finally gone so far as to target even the person she loves most.”

Eugenie slumped into a chair behind her as if all the energy had drained from her body.

“Heh. Even with the person she trusts most—her teacher—she could still do something so cruel. No wonder... no wonder she’s like this. Nothing she does outside surprises me anymore.”

“No wonder... no wonder she used us siblings and discarded us when we were no longer useful. She probably never intended to count us as her people in the first place. That’s why she’s sending us to the northern borders.”

“Hah... hah... And she’s planning... planning to let the Hysterm family directly represent adventurers in the political system...”

“And barely a month after Father’s death, she’s preparing the grandest wedding this nation has ever seen with you.”

“She wants to completely overturn Entark’s centuriesold foundations and family ties.”

Eugenie ranted about Treya in a tirade, seemingly pushed to her limits, holding her head in her hands.

“I thought... I thought there might still be a sliver of vulnerability in her.”

She looked up, her bloodshot eyes filled with veins so thick they seemed ready to tear through her eyeballs, staring at Will.

“At least with you—the person she loves most, trusts most, and depends on most in this life—I thought she wouldn’t do anything to you.”

“I was wrong. She didn’t do anything excessive to you.”

To Will, Eugenie’s words sounded not only hysterical but also erratic.

After her outburst, she suddenly leaned forward and spoke to Will more calmly:

“But... maybe for her, keeping a little canary by her side is an easier way to control someone as complex and calculating as you.”

This is a dream. Wake up already.

“Or maybe... this is how she thinks she’s protecting you.”

No matter how beautiful the dream, it’s still false; no matter how passionate the love, it’s still absurd; no matter how thrilling the excitement, it’s still hollow.

Will endured the pain in his face and head, raising his gaze with one eye open and the other closed.

Something...

Something felt strange.

He couldn’t quite describe it.

But he had definitely “experienced” this feeling before.

Sometimes, when dreaming, people become aware that everything around them is just a dream. Their subconscious then tries to wake them up.

In those moments, consciousness hovers between sleep and wakefulness...

You see everything in the dream continuing as if scripted, but you also see yourself lying on your bed at home. Two overlapping scenes flash before your eyes.

In the intervals between blinks and open eyes, your world alternates between waking reality and dreamlike illusion.

That was exactly what Will was experiencing now—

“If that’s the case, why not burn it all down? If I kill this useless little canary, will she fall into despair and madness? I’m almost curious...”

Eugenie and the entire room alternated between being warm and gentle...

And turning into a hellish dungeon filled with instruments of torture seemingly meant for him.

Eugenie raised a knife in her hand.

But before she could bring it down—

Like a blooming red rose—matching the color of her hair—it blossomed in her palm.

Her hand holding the knife was severed at the wrist by a black sword.

“It hurts... it hurts so much... Treya, how could you be here so quickly—”

The door to the room had opened at some point.

Light...

Poured in.

Will forced his eyes open despite his pain.

Treya stepped inside as if bringing the light with her. She walked toward Will, still wearing the black wedding dress he had chosen for her—she hadn’t even had time to change before rushing over.

In her hand was a beautiful paintbrush with a black handle.

In her hand was that ugly black sword.

“I’ll handle this personally.”

She raised her right hand, gesturing for those behind her to stop before stepping up to Eugenie.

“Because your dear brother—whom you thought wouldn’t betray you—has already confessed everything.”

Her black high heels crushed the rose that had just bloomed on the floor.

Her heel stomped down on Eugenie’s severed hand, smashing it completely.

“You... don’t come any closer! What are you trying to do? Don’t forget—I’m still your beloved elder sister!”

“Hmm? Do you not realize who you’ve targeted? While I don’t care much for Entark’s ancestral traditions, like Edward, I cannot tolerate betrayal from allies more than anything else—not even rotten siblings or children.”

She painted a beautiful red stroke on the canvas before her. The red spread across it like a flowing river.

Her sword severed Eugenie’s right arm at the shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound, pooling on the floor and flowing out the door.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Dear sister, I was wrong!”

“I’ve wanted to deal with you since three years ago. If not for... Will thinking you might still be useful back then.”

She sprinkled blue droplets onto the canvas—like raindrops from a storm that would leave behind a rainbow.

She picked up a bucket and poured its contents over Eugenie’s red hair. The dirty water flowed down Eugenie’s severed arm and hand.

“You... you’re insane! You’ve completely lost it—you’re nothing but—”

“You’re too noisy.”

Her paintbrush flicked upward on the paper, leaving petals scattered across its surface.

The black sword flashed in the darkness, slicing off half of Eugenie’s tongue midsentence.

“But what I cannot accept is...”

The painting began filling with more flowers—red ones blooming along the crimson riverbanks.

More and more limbs were severed by Treya’s black sword, scattering across the floor.

“You tried to ‘wake him up.’”

Blueandwhite striped candies rolled across the floor.

Eugenie’s eyeballs fell out of their sockets, rolling in different directions.

“This is the world I painstakingly created for him—a world where my tired, weary Will can live without sorrow in a beautiful dream.”

“You remnants of an old world...”

“You who harbored ill intentions from the start...”

“Should disappear from his dream entirely—”

The painting finally took shape—a beautiful scene of red rivers bordered by blooming flowers under blue raindrops.

Eugenie—Treya’s sister who had once tried to harm her three years ago but was later brought under Treya’s control—

Lay dead in some hidden chamber of the royal palace in such a gruesome manner.

Perhaps the only solace was that she had been personally executed by the reigning Empress herself—a dubious honor.

Treya put away her paintbrush. Her black wedding dress and stockings were stained with countless colors of paint.

She wiped some paint from her lips and even licked her thumb slightly.

So terrifying, so terrifying, so terrifying...

Her descent into darkness looked like this.

This isn’t a beautiful dream!

There are no lovely watercolor paintings; no sunny afternoons; no kindhearted Empress.

There is only... only...

A demon who forcibly controls my memories, my mind, and everything else.

“Will—my dear Will... Are you alright? I’m sorry—I didn’t notice one of these tailors was from Eugenie’s family...”

She approached him, her previously frenzied tone instantly softening.

Will raised his head. He was indeed in pain.

But more than pain, he felt an instinctive fear of Eugenie before him.

Unlike with Leah last time, his mind kept telling him...

This is a beautiful dream; this is your perfect Empress; this is the beginning of your happy life—

But his body wanted to flee—to escape this bloodsoaked place filled with resistance...

Treya’s cool fingers touched his face, wiping away water droplets and traces of the slap he’d received earlier.

She embraced him—just like always.

She rested her head on his shoulder—just like always.

“It’s alright now. I won’t let you face such danger again.” freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

“After all, from the very beginning, everything I’ve done has been to ensure you never have to worry about anything again—to keep you from ever having to face this world’s darkness.”

She picked up his fallen glasses and gently placed them back on his nose—just as she had done that morning.

“Let’s leave now. You...”

“Need a good rest.”

Through his glasses—

On one intact lens, light shone on Treya’s face. She smiled radiantly like an angel.

Through the shattered lens on the other side, half of her face was shrouded in shadow—her tense expression brimming with unrelenting fury, resembling a demon.

This dream...

Had to end.