VIP Chapter 75: Use Her!
In Treya’s garden, she was running her daily morning exercises around the garden.
After that night, she understood.
The suffocating feeling in her chest was called anger.
This was probably “anger.”
With the thought of surpassing Eugenie, Treya’s footsteps gradually quickened. Her morning runs, which usually slowed down, were actually getting faster today, completing ten laps five minutes faster than usual.
“Hoo.”
Treya, now standing still, was even emitting heat under the sunlight. She wiped away her sweat with a towel and then shook her long silver hair, sweat drops sparkling in the sun.
Standing with a refreshed demeanor, Treya rotated her arms.
Her momentum was very strong.
“Sarah, prepare my sword training for later. And bring me… thirty training dummies.”
This past week, whenever she closed her eyes, Treya was always transported back to that night.
She recalled Eugenie’s outstretched hand under the light, and Will’s whispers in her ear. She thought, if she could go back to that night, she would win back everything.
Not the thirty dummies arranged by Will, nor the ten arranged by Eugenie, but thirty random ones – she would cut them down for others to see!
The maid serving Treya was startled by her.
“Th-th-that, Your Highness, are you really alright?”
Treya was normally a difficult princess to serve. Her aura was too cold, and her commands were often simple. She didn’t chat with her personal maids about trivial matters, worries, or body shape like other princesses.
Now, the killing intent she occasionally emitted made Sarah feel that although the Royal Family paid well, she should resign soon and return to her village to herd cattle.
“What’s wrong?”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well and wouldn’t be practicing for a few days, and that the Fourth Princess didn’t need to come down?”
“I’m fine now.”
“Huh?”
Sarah didn’t quite understand Treya’s command for a moment.
Although Treya was usually cold, this…
Speaking in such a slightly petulant tone seemed to be a first?
Sarah had served Treya for over five years, and this was the first time she had seen Treya angry.
It made her wonder if she had done something wrong – after all, Treya wouldn’t be angry with her most beloved fourth sister, Eugenie, right?!
“Treya~ are you there? I heard you were doing your morning run, so we came to find you.”
Just as Sarah was in a difficult spot, Will suddenly popped his head out from the bushes.
As he appeared, two brown wolf ears emerged from the bushes, shaking off some leaves.
“Young Master. It’s not proper to take shortcuts through the garden bushes like that.”
Iaar patted the dust off her maid uniform, then scratched a grass blade from behind her beast ears, and also emerged.
“Um… Miss Treya, hello. I-I-I… I am the Young Master’s maid, Iaar.”
“This way, we can explore places in the palace that haven’t been visited. After all, this is a royal area, and we won’t get many chances to come here. Let’s go see more places we haven’t seen.”
Will truly thought this.
Because according to the original work…
Once the Dungeon adventure begins, there likely won’t be any more opportunities to visit this picturesque royal palace.
“Will, there’s no need to do this next time… I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”
Treya said affectionate words in a cold tone.
Will was slightly moved.
“Because outside the official palace roads, there might be traps set to deter assassins. At best, you’ll suffer minor injuries and be bedridden for three days. At worst, you’ll be decapitated.”
Treya revealed the horrifying legends within the palace in a chillingly calm voice.
“You should have told the coachman about this earlier!”
Will hesitated, not daring to move.
“But it’s okay. Next time… just take me around more.”
Looking at Will’s trusting eyes, Treya unconsciously averted her gaze.
“How are you? I heard you weren’t feeling well.”
“I’m fine. I just didn’t want to see Eugenie.”
“Ah… but she’s so smart. You’ll be suspected.”
“When I see her, I want to grip my sword and cut her down like I cut down the training dummies.”
Will frowned.
Although she seemed to be… developing in the direction he desired.
But…
It felt like a clumsy imitation of what he had told her before. She didn’t seem to truly understand the emotion, merely using words to explain feelings she hadn’t yet grasped.
In simple terms…
She still couldn’t think for herself!
“Isn’t that a good thing? Why don’t you want to see her?”
“…I can’t beat her.”
Treya’s voice became quieter as she said this.
See!
A yandere who can’t think for herself is instantly reduced to a naive airhead with just one blow!
“But, Will. I’ve already finished my basic morning training and am about to start sword practice. One day, I will truly cut down thirty training dummies.”
After speaking, Treya turned and looked at Will seriously.
“You’ve come at the perfect time.”
“Alright, how much training have you done?”
“Just the daily basic training: ten laps around the garden for my morning run, one hundred push-ups, and one hundred sit-ups. What should I do next?”
Will shuddered as he heard this.
Good heavens, it’s a good thing they broke off the engagement. Otherwise, he wouldn’t know who would be on top in bed.
“Aren’t you a bit too ambitious?!”
“What does ‘ambitious’ mean?”
“Uh… it means you don’t really need to do this much. You can completely rest.”
“This is just ordinary training volume. Sister Eugenie should be even more intense.”
Will thought to himself, your sister who got ahead with the favor of a Demon King is probably sleeping soundly while you wake up early, lounging around while you exercise, and strolling through the streets while you practice your sword.
Oh well, he knew Treya was diligent and serious, but he really didn’t expect her to be so mechanically repetitive.
Iaar tugged at Will’s sleeve, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered in his ear:
“Young Master, this training volume is five times mine. No, I only do physical training twice a week.”
Will sighed. Iaar was right to pull him aside this time.
Treya was indeed a bit peculiar.
She was like a character in a game that you use for daily quests to “level up a character.”
Every day, you mechanically level her up, ignoring her skills and talents entirely.
After playing for a year, you’d suddenly find a character with a sky-high level and superb stats, but whose damage output was baffling, sitting in your warehouse.
What’s not to fear is that she’ll look at her stats and tell you she doesn’t want to learn anymore.
“Hoo… Then let’s go to the training grounds.”
“No problem.”
Treya arrived at the training grounds.
Sarah had already prepared thirty training dummies for her, waiting for Will to arrange them.
“Hmm, thirty training dummies?”
“That’s right. I will definitely learn the Entak Sword Style you mentioned, the one that can truly cut down thirty training dummies.”
“Excellent! You have such spirit!”
Will first encouraged Treya like a mature teacher.
Then, he stroked his chin.
“However… we won’t rush today. Before I teach you the real sword style, let’s test your limits first.”
“Test my limits…?”
“Today, there’s only one training dummy. Use your wooden training sword, and you just need to defeat it.”
“Just one?”
Will smiled, grabbed Iaar by the shoulder, and pushed her in front of Treya.
“Use her.”
“Y-Y-Young Master?!”
