The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 259 - The Half-Elf Empress’s Nightmare for You (2)

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A dazzling white wedding dress.

A gown trimmed with gold.

A veil that perfectly complemented her silver hair.

A pale blue dress embroidered with rings of roses climbing up from the hem.

And...

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A black wedding dress, adorned with featherlike decorations that spread across the skirt like wings.

When Treya wore the black dress, she no longer resembled the elegant halfelf princess she once was. Instead, she looked like a grim reaper with black wings.

For some reason...

In the end, Will chose this one.

After going through one choice after another, eliminating options two at a time, this was the dress he picked.

He stared blankly at Treya, who stood calmly before him, even as he found his own decision somewhat unbelievable—this was simply the result of process of elimination, with no deeper meaning.

At first, he thought black would be entirely unsuitable for Treya. But after repeated comparisons, none of the other dresses seemed to fit her better.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and in white or other light colors, it blended in too much, failing to highlight either her hair or the sanctity of the wedding dress.

Instead...

The black dress was just right.

It felt like this choice had been etched into his heart from the very beginning.

The wedding dress was heavy, but Treya spun gracefully in the center of the room while wearing it.

She looked like the moon shining brightly in the dark night.

“Will. Now it’s your turn. Pick something and show me.”

Will nodded. He turned around to face a partitioned area prepared for them to change in privacy.

Since Treya had been trying on dresses during the first half of their session, he hadn’t entered it yet.

Standing before the partition, his hand on the doorknob, Will felt a twinge of fear.

This might be the first time in weeks that he would be out of Treya’s sight for so long. Ever since their engagement, even when he went to the bathroom, Treya would wait outside to see him as soon as he came out.

Why was he feeling afraid?

Was it because he would be out of Treya’s sight for a brief ten minutes?

He shouldn’t feel fear over something like this.

It was just a short separation from Treya—nothing would happen, nothing would go wrong.

Besides, everyone here had been handpicked by Treya from reliable tailors. He was in the safest place possible—the royal palace. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

And then...

The moment he stepped into the empty partition, he heard a voice behind him—

“Finally got a chance away from Treya. You’re the only one who can negotiate with her now, Will Hysterm!”

He tried to call out but was immediately struck hard from behind—a blow that knocked him unconscious.

He...

He had been attacked... in the royal palace... on Treya’s turf?

Who could it be?

Who had the power to do this on Treya’s territory?

Who would dare risk being discovered by Treya—risk acting within her domain—to kidnap him?

And why would someone think he was the one who could negotiate with Treya?

—These unanswered questions swirled in his mind as his consciousness gradually returned.

Slowly opening his eyes, his vision was still slightly blurred from dizziness. But he could see clearly enough.

Standing before him...

Was Treya’s fourth sister, Eugenie, smiling warmly—a picture of sunshine and gentleness.

No.

Will blinked several times.

No—it was Eugenie standing in the shadows, her red hair disheveled and her expression twisted with rage. She doused him with a bucket of water.

She no longer bore any trace of the elegance or pride of a Fourth Princess.

All that remained was someone driven to madness.

“You wretched man... Three years ago, you ruined my plans. You turned Treya into what she is now. You handed all of Entark to her...”

“Will Hysterm.”

“How long are you planning to sleep? You’re finally awake.”

Her words were spat through gritted teeth.

“What... what are you talking about?” Will asked weakly.

He tried to move his body—especially his arms—to adjust his glasses slipping down his nose.

But...

He couldn’t move.

His arms were tightly bound to the chair he was sitting on.

Yes, he had been... kidnapped by Eugenie, Treya’s sister.

“I... I did those things...?”

His head throbbed with pain, but even through the fog, he searched his mind and found nothing to match Eugenie’s accusations.

Wasn’t he just a pampered young master adored by Treya?

Wasn’t he just a husbandtobe who needed only to stay by the Empress’s side?

Wasn’t he just...

Clink.

He tilted his head as his glasses fell to the floor. The left lens hit first and shattered into two pieces upon impact.

“...Huh?”

It was only then that he realized what had just happened—

Eugenie had slapped him across the face—not like a princess but like a woman who had lost all composure.

The world before Will’s eyes turned gray and black.

Eugenie’s red hair stood out against the darkness like fresh blood spreading across a dungeon floor—carrying an aura far removed from the “peaceful and happy royal family.”

Breathing heavily, she spoke furiously:

“Don’t play dumb with me, Will Hysterm!”

“I know what you’re capable of—I saw it three years ago when you manipulated everyone!”

She sounded desperate—like someone grasping at straws.

Three years ago? Manipulated everyone?

Had he really done such things? No—did he even need to do such things?

In his “memory,” no such events existed.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never manipulated anyone... Let me go. If Treya can’t find me, she’ll be worried...”

Will hadn’t expected his words to act like a bomb dropped into boiling water. Eugenie’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.

“You... You can’t seriously think... you’ve become her little canary in a gilded cage?”

“Canary?”

Will straightened his head. Without his glasses, his vision was terribly blurry. Even so, he could see Eugenie scratching her red hair in disbelief.

“No way. No way this is real. You don’t remember anything? You really believe this? You’re not just putting on one of your fake smiles and lying to me?”

“Eugenie... What are you talking about?”

Eugenie stared at Will’s overly innocent expression—so pure and untainted by any trace of deception or pretense. It lacked all the calculated charm he had once mastered so well.

Her eyes widened further as realization dawned on her.

“I see now... I see... You’re not pretending—you’ve completely forgotten!”