The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 251 - The Demon Princess’s Sweet Dream for You (3)

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In Will’s room within the Entark royal palace.

The warm afternoon sunlight gently spilled across the red carpet, bringing a sense of warmth.

The open wardrobe was filled with a dazzling array of clothes for various occasions and in various colors, much like the breakfast spread that morning. Once again, Will felt the “royal standard” and “royal treatment.”

He stood alone before the wardrobe, remembering how each outfit seemed to accompany Treya to different events.

Now, he was alone. After all, it was Treya’s coronation ceremony, and she had more demands regarding her attire, as well as the venue and proceedings.

As the “temporarily added” fiancé who was merely there for “companionship,” he probably didn’t need to think too much about it.

So now was one of those rare times when Treya wasn’t by his side, and he had time to change clothes by himself—a rarity since entering the palace.

He thought for a moment and decided to wear the black suit Treya preferred, not wanting to surprise her.

Looking at himself in the mirror wearing the black suit.

It was this color and style of clothing he had worn when he first met Treya at a royal banquet. Amidst the clinking glasses and bustling adults, under the cool, dim moonlight, he had seen Treya for the first time.

And over the past three years at Entark’s First Academy, they had maintained a secret relationship—a time that belonged only to them, where he gazed at his “princess” and the “color” in his eyes.

The maid sent by Treya to assist him had finished tidying his outfit.

But...

He looked at the maid adjusting his collar.

Was it really just the two of them... during that time... was it really like that?

“Alright, don’t overthink it. What’s before me now... is such a wonderful ‘reality’...”

But Will didn’t obediently follow her adjustments.

Instead...

He tugged at his collar, deliberately revealing the bright red kiss mark Treya had left.

Without any shame, he displayed it openly, even adjusting his angle in the mirror to make the outfit look less tidy.

“Will... Mr. Will! Do you really... really have to show that? Won’t it... affect your image?”

“Treya did it on purpose earlier. Maybe it’s like a mark she left on me? So let’s show it off to everyone.”

In a way, this image resembled that of a playboy who relied on charming women for a living.

Well, this “living” was bestowed upon him by Treya, who was about to become Entark’s new Empress.

“I really don’t know if you spoil her more or if she spoils you more...”

But it wasn’t bad.

Will didn’t care about others’ opinions; he just wanted everyone to know they were as bright and loving as the sunlight streaming in.

“Mr. Will, you might also need to wear this brooch...”

As Will pondered this, the royal maid approached with an exquisite blue rose brooch missing a petal at four o’clock.

He had indeed been acknowledged by Treya as part of the “royal family,” or else such a symbol of royalty wouldn’t be pinned on his chest.

“I think she spoils me more?”

Will spread his arms wide, allowing her to pin the brooch—because in the royal family, these experienced maids always did it better than he could.

The maid’s hands seemed clumsy as she fumbled with the brooch on Will’s chest but didn’t manage to pin it properly.

This was unusual in Will’s experience.

“Hmm... are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Mr. Will is very perceptive. Treya... Her Majesty Treya dismissed all her previous servants about three days ago... It’s said she gave them a substantial severance package...”

“Oh?”

Will found Treya’s actions somewhat puzzling.

Treya was someone who valued her relationships with those around her. She wouldn’t just dismiss servants she’d employed for years without reason.

Even those around him—from coachmen to maids—had been replaced with unfamiliar faces.

“Did she say why?”

“She... she... I’m sorry, Mr. Will, I can’t say!”

Now, Will found both Treya and this maid strange.

She seemed genuinely afraid of Treya?

But...

Will pondered...

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That gentle, kind-hearted Treya didn’t seem like someone to fear, right?

She’s not scary at all, is she?

“Don’t be afraid. Treya isn’t that intimidating. She won’t do anything to you for speaking up. After all, she’s such a gentle princess—well... maybe I shouldn’t call her ‘princess’ anymore?”

Unexpectedly, what Will thought was comforting seemed to have the opposite effect.

As soon as he finished speaking, the maid’s hands trembled as she withdrew them from his chest.

Her gaze held not only fear but also something akin to looking at a monster.

“Mr. Will... are you serious?”

“What do you mean?”

This question left Will momentarily stunned.

“Her Majesty is... No, please pretend I said nothing today! Let’s leave it at that!”

Although entering the palace meant relying on his Hysterm family status and relationship with Treya to enjoy a life of luxury...

He wasn’t an idiot.

He sensed that at least in this maid’s eyes, Treya wasn’t the gentle figure he saw...

He glanced at the sunlight streaming through the window and squinted slightly.

He had “always” regarded Treya as the light shining into his heart—if his “memory” wasn’t wrong, then it couldn’t be wrong.

So was it because Treya had been through too much lately? Was she too tired? Did she have mental stress he hadn’t noticed, leading to this situation?

“Alright. I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything. But... could you tell me what you think of Her Majesty?”

Will smiled gently and lowered his head slightly to speak with her.

“This... this...”

She hesitated before finally saying:

“I... I just feel like only... only Mr. Will can see through Her Majesty’s thoughts and expressions... Everyone else...”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Because her eyes widened suddenly, and in Will’s view, they were obscured by a pair of hands.

At the same time, he felt something soft press against his back.

Then “someone” blew gently into his ear and asked:

“Will~ Guess who I am?”

“Treya. I wouldn’t mistake you.”

“Yes, it’s me.”

She smiled as she walked around to face him.

Standing in the sunlight he had been gazing at moments ago, she blocked out the light with her feet clad in black crystal shoes.

She wore an unusual black gown—something he’d only seen her wear at Edward’s funeral.

“I’m here to get you. Let’s head out now.”

“As for any meaningless chatter...”

“—Let’s stop it here.”