VIP Chapter 78: Treya, Put on the Black Stockings!
While waiting in the dining hall, Treya was studying “Introductory Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.”
While eating, Treya was studying “Introductory Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.”
During her afternoon nap after finishing her meal, Treya was studying “Introductory Swordsmanship for Five-Year-Olds.”
She repeatedly went through the thin book, which seemed to have less than thirty pages, from the first page to the last, and then back again.
She looked at the book from the front.
Then she flipped it over and looked at it again.
She looked at the book upright, and then sideways.
This intense and almost bizarre concentration, paired with her expressionless poker face, had a wonderfully comical effect.
“Young Master, is Princess Treya really like this?” Iaar asked Will in a low voice, finding something amiss.
“Oh? Iaar, what kind of person do you think she is?”
“So stubborn! And I feel like here…” Iaar pointed to her head, “is something missing?”
Will could only agree. Treya was always incredibly persistent about certain things.
If she was going to do something, she would do it with utmost seriousness. However, a teacher would never dislike a diligent student.
“Treya, I think you could… you could probably stop reading it so many times. After all, it’s swordsmanship that even a five-year-old can learn. For you, a quick glance at the movements and an afternoon of practice should be more than enough.”
“The path of the sword requires enlightenment. Moreover, it was given to me by Teacher Will, so there must be a deeper meaning.”
As she spoke, Treya closed the book in her hand and closed her eyes.
“I’ve been practicing the sword for so many years; I’m sure I can gain some insight from this.”
She sounded so serious! Will felt a little embarrassed. If he had known Treya would be this diligent, he should have at least found a book for ten-year-olds.
“Young Master, there’s definitely something strange about Miss Treya… but Iaar can’t pinpoint it.”
“That’s what a true master is, Iaar.”
“Huh?”
“Everything has its own way. Even five-year-old swordsmanship, just by looking at the book, one can comprehend different profound principles…”
“No, it’s no use if there’s no practical combat.”
Will was interrupted by Treya before he could finish.
“At least let me finish speaking before you refute me.”
Treya solemnly closed the children’s illustration book, “Five-Year-Old Swordsmanship,” and turned to Will.
“So, Teacher Will. It’s almost time for our lunch break to end, can we begin our afternoon practice now?”
“Absolutely.”
“Alright, I’ll go prepare then.”
“Wait a moment.”
Will stroked his chin, appraising Treya.
“If I remember correctly, at your Crowning Festival, according to royal etiquette, you’re supposed to have a sword dance ceremony, right?”
“Indeed, it’s called the Crowning Sword Dance. However, royal etiquette…”
“Good. Then, after a while, practice your sword with the clothes you’ll be wearing that day. There are some things you need to get accustomed to from now on.”
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The preparations for royal etiquette are always thorough. The attire designed for Treya’s Crowning Sword Dance was already ready.
There were no specific clothing requirements, but the royal family had dedicated designers who would create an outfit considering both practicality and aesthetics for sword dancing.
“Teacher Will, I’ve changed.”
“Wow!”
Will and Iaar turned towards Treya simultaneously, with Iaar exclaiming first.
Treya wore a silver light armor on her upper body, and for aesthetic reasons suitable for a ceremonial sword dance, a semi-long, light blue skirt that didn’t drag on the floor was chosen, matching Treya’s eye color.
The front, where the light armor chest plate would normally be, was replaced with a thin, white, sheer skirt top. Her well-developed bust was further accentuated by the light armor.
The silver knee-high boots were also a highlight, extending above her knees and revealing the muscles at her thighs. Iaar marveled at the beauty of a half-elf princess, understanding better as a woman the excellent appearance needed to pull off such an outfit.
“Hmm… as expected, it’s a rather traditional, flawless white knight princess’s attire.”
Despite this outfit, which would make many men scream, Will calmly stroked his chin and commented.
“Is… is something wrong with this?”
“Hmm…”
Light armor, silver!
Skirt, light blue!
Sheer fabric, white!
Boots, silver!
Everything was shimmering, pure, bright white.
It perfectly matched Treya’s previous stereotype of a pure little princess.
“Is this outfit also designed by Eugenie?”
“It’s the same designer. But I don’t think it’s my sis… Eugenie’s idea. Hmm… it’s possible, though?”
Treya, about to say “sister,” stopped herself mid-syllable.
Will, hearing this, shook his head fiercely.
“Young Master, what’s wrong with this outfit?”
“This won’t do, it’s absolutely not going to work. You can’t truly master the Demonic Sword Arts during the Crowning Festival dressed like this.”
“I can change!” Treya quickly responded.
“Can I change it however I want?”
“However you wish.” Treya’s eyes were resolute.
“Even if it means overcoming some difficulties, can you do that?”
“No problem.” Treya nodded.
“Even if it means a significant stylistic difference from your usual look, and might even make your father uncomfortable?”
“I am a completely new me.” Treya patted her soft, firm chest.
“Good! That’s the determination I want to see!” After saying this, Will reached into his pocket and rummaged through it. After searching, he finally… pulled out a… long… sheer black stocking for women.
The other two present fell silent.
“Should be a good fit?”
“…”
Will, holding the black stocking, walked up to Treya. Then… he held the stocking’s ankle part with one hand and the thigh part with the other. He stretched it out to gauge the length. Of course, Will did this because he was still a virgin. He hadn’t realized that stockings have excellent elasticity; although they didn’t look long in his hands, they could be stretched considerably when pulled up. At the same time… because the stockings were thin, as Will pulled them, the gleam of the silver boots even showed through. Just seeing this was enough to imagine what they would look like on legs.
“To show off these stockings, I’d have to switch to shorter boots. Even high heels would be nice.” He was satisfied and retracted his hand, letting the stocking spring back. He rubbed the stocking in his hand like a precious item.
“Be careful not to damage it.” Will extended his hand, offering it to Treya.
“There are other things that need to be changed, but let’s start with this!”
The two maintained their silence, watching him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Young Master, saying that with a blank expression and making those gestures, you really are a Hysterm family pervert, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Teacher Will, I will do as you say. I will fulfill all your requests! After all… after all, we are considered Fiancé and Fiancee. It’s alright, please tell me if you have any other requests!” Treya snatched the stockings, her face blushing for the first time in a while. However, her eyes were filled with the determination to make a valiant sacrifice with the stockings.
