The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Yandere × Yandere × Yandere 2

Unlike Leah, who had immediately lashed out, Treya didn’t reach for her weapon at all—even as frost-laced wind and a fire-charged staff were both pointed at her.

Instead, she placed the black sword on the table and spread her hands, signaling she was unarmed.

“Unlike you, Leah, I don’t need to lie.”

“Then what did you do?” Leah’s voice was sharp, though she glanced at Eir as if expecting the maid to answer instead.

“Eir only saw… what the newspapers showed. A Will that wasn’t himself. Oh, and kiss marks—”

Mid-sentence, Leah’s temper flared again.

“Even though Eir saw it all… Young Master in your hands was suffering. He wasn’t… the same person Eir knew for over a decade.”

Eir’s tail flicked irritably, her fingers pressing against the table—freezing the surface, along with Treya’s sword, in a thin layer of ice.

Treya’s expression remained unreadable.

“I made him forget his pain. Gave him a beautiful dream—a new life, far better than reality.”

For the first time, a faint smile—barely a 15-degree tilt of her lips—touched her face.

“A… dream?”

Leah’s grip on her staff tightened.

Her years of experience—especially as a teacher—had exposed her to all kinds of magic. And Treya’s words clicked into place.

“You’re talking about demon magic—memory manipulation and forced dreaming?!”

A fireball crackled at the tip of her staff.

Treya didn’t bother denying it.

“Mm. The witch is well-informed. Though, from forbidden royal texts…”

Her gaze locked onto Leah’s crimson eyes—a challenge.

“‘Brainwashing’ might be more accurate.”

“YOU—!”

Leah’s “accidentally released” fireball shot forward—

—only for Treya to tilt her head just enough to let it sail past and explode against the wall.

The painting there had been left by the previous owners. None of them particularly cared for it.

(Which is why Leah fired, Eir didn’t block, and Treya didn’t dodge further.)

“Why the outrage? I only did what you did—just gently.”

Treya leaned back, every inch the composed diplomat—the skill that had won her negotiations with Carver, the ruthlessness that had secured her the throne.

But beneath that icy calm was something worse—detached, untouchable arrogance.

“I made him forget all of you—even Shuna. He only needed me. It would’ve been better if you all vanished from his memory entirely.”

“You hate us that much?!”

“Unforgivable.”

Leah’s staff glowed again.

Eir’s teeth clenched.

“I also made him forget he was the overlooked Hysterm heir. Gave him the life he should have had.”

“If he had just accepted it, I could’ve given him everything—power, love, a future in color.”

“Wouldn’t that have been perfect?”

Her tone was that of an empress delivering a verdict.

Eir stood, trembling.

“That’s why… why the Young Master Eir found was so broken. You knew—he hates living in lies!”

The air grew colder. Even Treya’s half-finished water froze over.

(For a moment, Treya remembered—Eir crashing the wedding, fury in her eyes.)

Then she closed her eyes—and smiled.

“In that dream, he was my beloved. He didn’t need to do anything—just stay by my side forever.”

“He held my hand in the palace gardens.”

“He accepted my ring. Helped me pick a wedding dress.”

“He fell asleep before me, breathing softly in the moonlight.”

Her fingers brushed the sword Will had given her.

In that moment, the empress’s mask cracked—just a little.

She looked up—at Eir’s furious glare, at Leah’s burning eyes.

“You’re right, Leah. Maybe we’re not so different.”

“I used to believe my father loved me. That my sisters cared. That the world was kind.”

“Then he showed me the truth—that survival means taking what you want, no matter the cost.”

“From that day on, he was the only color in my world.”

She spread her hands—as if gesturing to all of Entark.

“Everything I’ve done—claiming the Demon Castle, outmaneuvering his father, slaughtering my siblings—was for him.”

The fading sunlight cast half her face in shadow, her pointed ears catching the last golden streaks.

“My desires, my world, my love—all for him.”

“He will be my consort. The happiest man in the empire.”

“And my caged songbird.”

This wasn’t a threat.

It was a promise.

And in this empire—no one could stop her.

“……”

“……”

Silence.

Then—

“I won’t let you. I’ll take him first.” Leah lowered her staff. “But… fine. Cheers to your delusions.”

“…Eir won’t forgive you. But your power is useful.” The ice receded—slightly. “Eir will just steal him again.”

The air grew heavier.

Leah’s heart-pupiled eyes gleamed.

Treya’s violet left eye pulsed.

Eir sat unnervingly still.

Their confessions hadn’t lessened their obsessions—

—if anything, they’d deepened.

Now, two pairs of eyes turned to Eir—waiting.

But she just sat there, staring at Will’s empty chair.

Then—

“About Shuna.” Treya tapped the table. “As the maid keeps saying, she did escape my dungeon—somehow breaking through Will’s locked memories.”

“Yes. She took Young Master from Hysterm Manor. A week and a half ago.”

Eir’s tone was clipped, precise—like a detective recounting a crime.

“Eir only caught her scent. Never saw her. It might’ve been a decoy. Within half an hour… she’d kidnapped him.”

“……”

The details were maddeningly vague.

“If she forced him, they wouldn’t have made it to Novis Town by now.”

“And if he willingly went… he’d have gone back to the Hysterms.” Leah smirked. “After all, the ones he wanted to escape were you two.”

“Unless…”

“There was someone else he wanted to avoid?”

The clues were thin.

But Eir’s slip of the tongue—

That one word change—

Might be the key.