The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 255 - The Demon Princess’s Sweet Dream for You (8)

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“What is it, Will?”

Treya’s pointed elf ears twitched slightly.

“I remember falling asleep in the afternoon with my clothes on. Why were they gone by nighttime?”

“Mm...”

Treya hummed softly, nuzzling against his chest as if deliberately avoiding the question.

“So you planned this all along, including sleeping beside me?”

“Because... we’re already engaged~”

Treya’s voice sounded soft and a bit tired, likely from lack of sleep. Even to Will’s ears, it was a rare tone for her.

“Alright, I’ll get up then.”

Just as he tried to rise, Treya hugged him from behind.

Treya pressed her face against his neck and spoke in a slightly spoiled tone:

“It’s the first day. I don’t have any work yet. Why not stay in bed with me a little longer?”

“Will~”

“Alright, alright. Who would’ve thought their Empress could be so tender in bed?”

“Mm... Only you will ever know.”

She smiled and shifted her body slightly, wrapping her arms around Will’s and nuzzling her head against him.

Will looked around Treya’s room, still filled with the faint scent of her sweat.

He recalled reading somewhere that halfelves’ sweat smelled sweet. But because they rarely sweat due to their elven blood from cold regions, few people ever got to smell it.

Except after they had done everything—

Feeling the gentle morning sunlight streaming in, Will wondered...

Would every morning from now on be as sweet as this one?

The first rays of afternoon sunlight shone on Princess Treya’s training ground—now Empress Treya’s training ground.

As expected, when they said “stay in bed,” they ended up lying there until lunchtime. If it weren’t for Will’s growling stomach, Treya might not have let him go.

Even though it was supposed to be “rest,” and even though she was now “Empress” with more “affairs of state” to handle, Treya still picked up her sword and began practicing in the training ground.

Will sat nearby, watching her practice.

“In my memory, she often practiced like this.”

The warm afternoon sun bathed Treya as she swung her sword. She practiced the “Entark Sword Style” from the first form to the last.

Her silver hair fluttered in the sunlight as she moved, her sword tip and quick footwork dancing with her shadow.

It was a beautiful sight.

From their first meeting three years ago, Will had watched Treya practice like this—from being very unskilled at first to gradually mastering the entire sword style.

Now, Treya wasn’t practicing for any coronation ceremony; she was simply showing off her skills to him alone.

The warm sunlight cast a soft filter over everything Will saw, making it all seem even sweeter.

Sensing Will’s gaze, Treya paused midswing and turned toward him.

She swung her sword in his direction...

Facing him directly with a confident stance.

Seeing Treya showing off even while practicing made Will smile without realizing it.

In the future...

Would every afternoon be spent leisurely basking in such sunlight?

After dinner at the royal palace, Treya and Will lit a lamp and sat down together.

Treya sat beside him, raising her hand to remove the silver and gold hairpins and ornaments from her head.

In the dim, intimate light, her silver hair seemed to be edged with gold.

After removing the symbols of “royalty” and “Empress,” she turned and smiled softly—now looking more like she had last night.

“Phew... There wasn’t much to do today. Should we...”

Treya leaned against Will’s shoulder and slowly picked up a newspaper from the table.

“...What’s this?”

The newspaper was dated today—covering yesterday’s news...

Yesterday’s news...

Today had been so “peaceful,” as if every day would be like this from now on. Will almost thought yesterday’s events had happened long ago.

Yesterday’s news...

Of course, it was about the “coronation” and “engagement.”

But as a newspaper, which of these two would capture more interest on the streets was obvious.

“It arrived this morning. We just forgot to read it.”

Treya smiled contentedly at the newspaper’s content.

Her smile seemed triumphant, as if she had finally achieved something. To Will, it even carried a hint of mischief.

What was on the front page?

Will took the newspaper and unfolded it—though he didn’t really need to unfold it. The front page headline showed a photo he remembered well.

He was being carried princessstyle by Treya under the flash of cameras and in front of everyone...

“What do you think about being seen by everyone in the country being carried by me?” Treya teased, poking his cheek.

“I...”

Will hesitated.

He thought he should have countless “complex” thoughts...

Whether about his own identity,

His relationship with Treya,

Political implications,

Future developments...

There had to be something beyond just this event, right?

But there wasn’t.

Why would he think about these things?

How could he possibly think about these things?

In his “memory,” he was never someone who thought about such things, right?

Right, right, right.

From his life’s memories, what he thought about...

Will squinted at the photo of himself being carried in the warm firelight, his fingers tracing Treya’s beautiful face in the picture.

—Was only loving her.

—Without a doubt.

“I’m very happy. Being publicly claimed by you in such an important event is an honor few can boast.”

He turned and kissed Treya’s forehead.

“Then let me answer your earlier question, Will—”

“Let’s continue tonight. Don’t stop.”

She began unbuttoning her dress.

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“Especially that beautiful dream.”

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In the future...

Would every night be spent like this in Treya’s room?