Chapter 79: Treya Slips
Actually, at the Adventurer’s Guild in a secluded location three days ago.
“Uh… my deduction is… that heirs to Demonic Sword Arts can be male or female…”
“They can be tall or short…”
“They can be fat or thin…”
“They can be ugly or beautiful…”
“They can be strong or weak…”
“But when they use Demonic Sword Arts…”
“They all wear clothes that are close to black!”
“And I heard that Entak has had some Royal Family members deliberately acquiring and establishing special black rose cultivation estates for two hundred years.”
“The Capital’s largest dye factory and stocking factory also happen to be the family businesses of Anna, the mother of Eugenie, a promising heir to Demonic Sword Arts.”
“Hmm… that makes some sense. I haven’t seen a Demon, but in the Dungeon, there are indeed some magical beasts whose vision and senses are different. They don’t react to some colors, but are particularly sensitive to others. Perhaps the Demon he’s looking for is of that type.”
“Uh…”
“Hmm…”
Shuna scratched the back of her head and, with a blank expression, read the following words aloud:
“Therefore… to gain the Demon’s favor… to learn true Demonic Sword Arts… start by changing into black stockings…”
“…He… wants to wear black stockings? And is he sacrificing himself for research to this extent?”
Shuna paused with her pen, finding it hard to reply.
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This was Will’s conclusion.
He looked at Treya with full confidence… at the black stockings she held in her hand.
These weren’t just any ordinary black stockings!
To preserve variables as much as possible, Will had sneaked out himself, wearing sunglasses and a hood, and deliberately pitched his voice low to carefully select and purchase these black stockings from a stocking store belonging to Eugenie’s family business.
Thinking about it, ever since he met Eugenie, she insisted on dressing in black stockings, and even the dress she wore to the banquet was black.
It’s highly possible that, from a very early time, they had already grasped the Demon’s inclinations?
And…
Perhaps even the heir to Demonic Sword Arts herself didn’t know why the Demon chose her; maybe she just liked wearing black stockings.
Of course…
This wasn’t just a conclusion drawn from the data.
In the Original Work, Treya…
The reason she later gained the Demon’s favor was also because at some point in the future, when she picked up the Demon’s Spirit Vessel, she was wearing a black dress that represented mourning, something she had never worn before.
When reading the Original Work, Will hadn’t paid attention, but now it seemed like it was destined from the start.
However…
Uh…
This act of taking out stockings from his pocket and asking someone to change into them…
Will crossed his arms, seeming to realize it a bit late.
No matter how he looked at it, it was quite perverted!
No wonder Iaar and Treya had looked at him like that just now.
Treya had temporarily left the training ground to change into the black stockings Will had solemnly handed her.
Meanwhile…
Will looked at Iaar, her expression complicated.
“Hmm…”
Then, she lifted her skirt and looked down at her socks.
They were white.
To highlight the sweet attributes of a maid, the uniform maid outfits of the Hysterm Family all had white socks.
She thought about the dress Will had given her at the time, and the stockings that came with it…
They were also black!
“Young Master, you… you like… black ones?”
Iaar looked up with a wronged expression, her Beast Ears drooping, and asked.
“Ahem, please don’t misunderstand.”
“Huh?”
“This is truly just for scientific research… and self-improvement.”
“Oh?”
“Of course, for myself…”
Will blushed uncharacteristically, using repeated coughs to hide the fact that his strange preferences were about to be exposed.
“White… skin-toned… black… all are acceptable… The color of the socks isn’t important, what’s important is whether the jade feet wearing them have a slender and beautiful appearance, whether they have soft little feet, and whether they have just the right amount of plumpness…”
“Okay!”
For the first time, Iaar’s Notebook recorded something other than “Blackening Teachings.”
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On the other side, in her room…
“What a strange person…”
Treya looked at herself in the mirror, now wearing black stockings.
Indeed…
She was very different from her past self.
These stockings made her legs look exceptionally long, and compared to her bare legs before, these thin stockings seemed to subtly reveal her skin tone underneath.
Was it… a bit mature?
This was an outfit the former Treya could never have imagined.
Because black was a color that rarely appeared in her sight. This color always represented something negative, pessimistic, or ominous.
She moved her toes, and in the mirror, the stockings could slightly reveal the color of her toes.
But…
As he said, did she really have to say goodbye to her former ignorant self?
Because of this…
If she did this…
Would she be able to get closer to him, who had controlled the entire situation that night, wearing a black suit, and emerged step by step from the bathing darkness?
She stared at her toes, and slowly looked up.
Like this…
From her toes to her thighs, all wrapped in black…
Standing in the unlit room…
Hoping to get closer and closer and closer and closer to him…
Her own self.
It was also very good.
Treya looked up from her toes in the mirror to her entire body.
When she saw her own smile in the mirror, she startled herself and covered her mouth.
Just now…
What was that?
It wasn’t like Treya at all.
Trembling, Treya covered her mouth, but only felt her own lips curling upwards uncontrollably.
What was happening to her?
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“You’re a bit slow, Treya, what’s wrong?”
“Young Master, don’t ask if a girl is slow when putting on black stockings. What if she encountered some unspeakable trouble!”
“Ah? But it’s just putting on stockings, there shouldn’t be any trouble.”
“It’s a bit… a bit unaccustomed. I’ve worn boots before without stockings.”
Treya’s movements as she walked over were indeed a little awkward.
Only she knew.
Because this was her first time trying to wear thin black stockings with boots that had iron made soles.
They were very slippery!
Extremely slippery!
Her feet felt like she was walking on ice inside her shoes, and her movements were completely unadapted compared to before.
Will also lacked experience, as he had never truly worn black stockings with such boots.
He naturally didn’t know that such boots were designed to increase friction by considering the factor of sweaty soles for bare feet.
And he probably didn’t know that wearing black stockings with these boots would be incredibly intense.
But!
Will was satisfied with the styling.
The black parts were just right, revealing the Absolute Territory between the Armor and the stockings. The only drawback was that the silver armor still looked too righteous, not evil enough.
“Alright, Treya, try the basic Sword Skill you just learned.”
“Mm…”
Treya was a little nervous.
She picked up her sword.
In her mind, she recalled the most ordinary and basic Sword Skill she had just learned.
“Take a step forward, then turn around, and then…”
Just as Treya was about to swing her sword, her foot slipped…
“Wait! Treya—”
“Young Master—”
She stumbled and staggered forward, trying to balance but her feet were indeed slippery, and she rushed straight towards Will.
Her softest part pressed against Will’s face.
And slammed into him.
“Teacher Will!!!”
