The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 257 - Interlude: Something’s Off About Him x2

But after being repeatedly turned away by the guards...

She got used to it.

Eir held the newspaper and opened the familiar door, stepping into the small yet cozy house.

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As the maid responsible for this house, she naturally had a key to the Hysterm family’s capital residence. However...

She looked at the dark room, removing her damp brown boots, which were soaked from the rain outside.

Carefully, she placed the newspaper on the shoe cabinet.

Her Young Master wasn’t here, and it felt like she didn’t belong here either.

Why had things turned out this way?

When she arrived and found the “shield” prepared for her by the shoe cabinet, she felt a bit of joy.

The first layer of joy...

Was knowing that her Young Master was safe—not only alive but also having enough energy to make her a shield. It seemed that Shuna, whom Pevran had described as “dangerous,” hadn’t harmed him.

The second layer of joy...

Was realizing that her Young Master hadn’t forgotten her. He had prepared a gift for her and placed it in the house with care.

But now, she couldn’t see Will. Her Young Master—whom she trusted so much—would surely not refuse her request to meet if he heard it.

“So... he wouldn’t abandon Eir, right?”

Eir reached out and gently turned on the lamp on the table. The warm light illuminated various trinkets she and her Young Master had arranged together, making the small house feel cozy again.

“Huff...”

Eir took the newspaper and placed it on the table, carefully separating the pages to avoid tearing them due to water damage.

Then she sat down in a chair, taking in the familiar scent of Will that lingered in the air—a scent that confirmed he had been here.

But it was fading.

Under the lamp’s light, she began to read the newspaper seriously.

She understood most of it—it announced Treya and her Young Master’s engagement and their wedding scheduled for a month later.

“Young Master, it seems you’ve achieved your goal.”

“You successfully helped Treya fulfill her wish and announced your longawaited engagement.”

“He did very well. As expected of Young Master.”

“Only Young Master could enter the royal family and become such an important person to Treya.”

...

Eir paused for a moment.

She clenched her fist and hit the table hard.

“But... something’s off! Something’s off, something’s off!”

“Even though he has the same face and appearance... but... but... but—”

“He’s not my Young Master!”

“What... happened?!”

Eir slammed her fist on the table again, startling herself.

“What... what’s wrong with me...”

It felt like...

All the dark and terrifying emotions she had suppressed since being left behind in Novice Town—since waiting for another letter from her Young Master—since following his trail but never finding him...

All those feelings burst out through a small crack.

She stared wideeyed at the newspaper again.

So...

So this unsettling feeling was because...

The person in this newspaper didn’t seem like her Young Master?

She felt an inner rejection of this person who looked like him.

Perhaps it was an instinctive sense as a “pet,” as “Young Master’s dog,” always by his side—a beastfolk’s intuition. Only someone who had observed his expressions for so long, smelled his scent for so long, felt his touch for so long could truly understand...

The real Young Master who had completed his “plan,” who had truly “won,” would never show such a “helpless” expression of dependence on someone else.

She knew him best.

Long ago, she had seen a fleeting look of panic on Will’s face when he checked her steam burn wounds...

He had tightly gripped her arm with that expression.

But he still said everything was fine, that there was no problem, that everything could be solved—he would find a way.

Then...

He let Eir rest while he scribbled calculations in his notebook for several pages before leaving the Hysterm house alone to post his question at the Adventurer’s Guild.

Eir even wondered if he hadn’t received an answer from the Guild, would her Young Master have stubbornly tried to test it himself?

“So, a Young Master who would do that wouldn’t be so easily manipulated...”

What had happened in between?

What was happening to him now?

...

...

...

When news reached a certain witches’ lair—

“Something’s off about him... Something’s off! There must be something wrong!”

Leah twirled her hair and rolled up her sleeves before slamming her hand on a copy of “The Entire Entark Edition” newspaper.

“I’m heading out right now. I’ve never liked that princess anyway... I’ll show her...”

Bang.

Before she could finish, Liss flicked a cherry pit at Leah’s forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

“First, you need to pay off your maxedout credit card before you go.”

“Second, calm down your restless witch blood.”

“Lastly, if he wants to play this game himself, isn’t it fun to watch him mess up?”

“But something’s off about him!”

Leah clutched her forehead, breathing heavily.

Her eyes were filled with hearts again—but this time, as she stared at the photo with jealousy.

“I said you’re not going anywhere.”

Liss’s fingertips glowed faintly as she aimed at Leah—a motherly yet violent spell ready to fire.

“He... he has a hickey on his collarbone from that woman!!!!”

Leah, a straightforward yandere, declared passionately.

“That’s what you’re concerned about?!”