I, the villain, trained the loser into a dark boss

Such a doll must have been described in the original work, perhaps in some of Treya's memories... but his memory was indeed a bit blurry.

Even after writing "Mission System", there are still some plots and props that he has read or even compiled but forgotten.

"This is lesson three."

"Lesson 3?"

"That's right... what I want to teach you is... well, let's finish this lesson and then talk about what this lesson should teach you."

Will placed the middle two dolls in front of Thereya.

There are dolls of a little lion and a little flame dragon, both of which have some orange to yellow tones and look quite similar.

"Here, if you had to choose one of them, throw away one of them, which one would you choose?"

"Well... choose Little Sun."

She pointed at the little lion stuffed animal.

"Did you actually name each one?!"

"Don't they already have names?"

Treya tilted her head, looking quite confused.

Treya is really overly serious in some strange places.

"Then...where are these two?"

"Little sheep."

…

again and again.

Will picked up two dolls, asked Thereya to choose one of them, and then threw the other one on the ground. He said he threw it, but he actually just placed it gently on the floor, just not letting Thereya see it.

The choice at the beginning was easy, and Treya could quickly give the answer within three seconds.

but……

"Well... these... these two, Little Pudding and Little Douding... both like..."

The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes for Thereya to make a choice. From being able to answer at once to thinking over and over comparing the two dolls left and right.

And Will...

Then he played the villain from the depths of his soul——

"Huh huh huh..."

Will grabbed the yellow duckling's flippers, pulled it away from the table little by little, and then shook it in the air.

"If you don't choose, I will throw it away~"

"It's so pitiful. It will roll down and then hit the hard ground. Then it will cry..."

"Choose...choose the little pudding!"

Treya finally gave her choice.

In this way, the game of choosing one of the two dolls has reached the final round.

As Will expected, the worn-out bear doll successfully defeated everyone and stood in the finals.

"Okay, then, little Pudding and Daidai, who will be left behind in the end?"

He held the little duck's flipper with one hand and Will brought it to the table and shook it.

"If you can't choose, then you have to kill him."

Then, he brought the broken bear in front of him and held it by its throat - it looked too fragile, and Will didn't dare to touch such delicate parts as his limbs with stitch marks.

This is the only way to express a "this is my hostage" threat.

"What to do?"

His hand tightened around the bear's neck.

but……

In a way that Will didn't expect.

It was clear that they had reached the finals, but Treya was particularly decisive.

Even...

Decisiveness beyond the bounds of calmness.

Treya, who had been obediently treating it as a lesson, quickly stretched out her hand from across the table.

呲——

Will felt that Treya's nails seemed to have scratched the back of his hand, scratching it slightly.

And she grabbed her wrist, holding it tightly.

"Give Daeda...back to me."

Chapter 87 Don’t touch Dudu!

"Give Daeda... back to me."

——Trea, who had already done so, realized that she had tightened her grip on Will's wrist.

This series of actions was almost without thought, like a momentary reaction.

When she saw Will's fingers pinching the little bear's neck, she had already taken action.

Because it is dull.

Among the pile of dolls, it was white and shiny.

It's different for her...

Don't let anyone else touch it.

"Hiss...it hurts...a little bit."

Will shook his wrist, but did not break away from Treya's grasp.

"Te...Treya? What's wrong with you?"

——Cannot be touched by others.

——White, shining, belonging to her...

Treya raised her head and hugged Will, who was stunned. His eyes behind his glasses were a little innocent.

He is also...

The same shining color...

Thereya quickly took her hand back like a child who had done something wrong.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

Treya was stunned.

She looked at Will's smile and felt a little at a loss.

"Because...because you want to hurt Daidai."

"No, look, Daidu is very good."

Will helplessly let go of his hand, and then shook the dawdle in his hand.

You have to be careful not to shake it.

Although he was suddenly attacked by Treya, Will was still a little happy.

You need this intensity!

I need this speed!

I need this energy!

Will forcibly used deduction methods to put pressure on Thereya, asking her to choose the one she wanted the most...

Just to inspire her potential, wow kaka.

but……

Her reactions were quick and extreme.

Sure enough, it is an item mentioned in the original work? It's really different.

"Yeah. What happened..."

Treya held her forehead, as if she wanted to get out of this state just now, but...

Will took her hand off.

Then, he put the Daidai in his hand into her hand.

Although Treya said sorry, when she got Daidai, she still held it in her hand very preciously and hugged it tightly.

As if she was afraid of losing it again.

"Remember the feeling just now."

"The feeling just now?"

"The third lesson is... desire."

Will lowered his head and picked up the dolls one by one from under the table. Treya seemed relieved to see that they were safe and sound.

"Everyone has desires. After all, this is the nature of living things to achieve a certain goal."

"But... if you want to become dark, you have to understand what your... ultimate desire is."

"In the constant loss and constant choice..."

Will pointed at Treya.

"The remaining thing is what I want to teach you."

"So..."

Will wrapped his hands around Treya's palms, letting her hug Daidai tighter.

"Remember, the feeling at this moment."

Trea was trembling. She stared at the little bear in her hand. It had cloudy glass eyes due to its age, and she could vaguely see her own shadow.

The feeling at this moment?

The feeling of reaching out?

Speaking of this, it seemed that I had the same feeling when I used stockings yesterday...

"Try to read your own heart and find what you want, Treya."

Will smiled happily, but... the next second, he turned his wrist and his expression became a little painful.

Women with particularly strong basic attack panels are different!

She pinched her wrist casually, and it seemed to be blue, which was really painful.

If she didn't move, she couldn't feel it, but she turned her wrist and the pain mask was on her face.

But it seems that Will did have some self-inflicted elements in it. He just wanted to seduce Treya simply, and he played a little too much.

"Um... Teacher Will, I'm really sorry, it seems that I did use some force. It's the level of a small healing spell."

Will looked up, and Treya seemed to cover her right eye, leaving only her left eye, looking at Will's wrist.

"What is this?"

"The eyes of the elves can judge injuries and internal conditions. But because I am a half-elf, so... I only have one eye that can do it."

"And this?!"

In the original work, in fact, no other elves appeared until the end. It's as if the entire race setting was written for Treya, a "half-elf".

With such a convenient skill, Treya is, in a sense, more suitable for a priest who uses corresponding skills according to the blood loss situation behind the scenes than a swordsman who charges into battle.