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

This is exactly what Entak's first form looks like.

and……

The intensity with which she slashed at someone, her anger, seemed to be looking for a target to vent...

What's even more terrifying is...

She felt that the power of the Demon Sword Dao given to her by the demon in her body was losing little by little.

She clenched her fists and tensed up.

The devil's power is limited, and when it is given to others...

What you have on yourself will...

Slowly disappeared.

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"What...what should I do?"

After watching the video that the devil called "the possible future," Treya seemed to be a changed person.

She stood up straight in front of the demon and put her sword back.

"Or, what do you want me to do?"

The demon turned before her.

He turned his head again and looked back at her in a strange state.

But at this time, Treya didn't feel strange at all and was extremely calm.

"This is your heart. Ah, it's all black. Your world seems to be very different, so I customized a destination—the destination where you can gain my power as long as you reach it."

"end?"

Treya raised her head.

Before, it was a shot of boundless darkness, as if something was glowing.

The black water under my feet seemed to come from that direction.

"Just follow me and walk over there. You will naturally get the power recognized by the Entak family as a demon to ascend to the supreme throne -"

She asked Treya to put down her sword.

He held her back.

Pull her forward.

"Since you said this is my heart..."

Thereya threw away her hand in disgust and ignored her inexplicable closeness.

"Why is it black here?"

"Yeah...why is it black?"

The devil turned in a circle.

Although it looked like her head and body were turning in different directions - Treya hoped it was her imagination.

"It's better to answer first, Color..."

She clicked in the air, and Treya's cute doll appeared out of thin air.

"Color, what is it?"

Treya followed her forward.

"Colorful... colorful things..."

She had already realized it that night when she saw the light on the bear's neck...

"The goal I am willing to pursue..."

"My dream I want to realize..."

"Things I don't want to let go of..."

"I think I can get something..."

"and……"

"My desire."

The demon nodded with satisfaction.

Where her white feet passed, a small inlet opened.

Inside is the red-haired Eugenie.

"The half-elf princess, when she was at her purest, once admired her sister and wanted to have a figure as powerful as hers."

"Now...do you still want it?"

Treya walked by and disturbed the inlet when she stepped on it with her boots.

Then it turned black.

The devil stretched out his hand again and drew a corner of blue sky in the air.

There is my old father.

"The half-elf princess used to rely on her father when she was most favored and didn't want to leave his protection and easy love."

"Now...do you still want it?"

Treya's silver sword cut through that corner of the sky, cutting it into even more pieces.

Then it turned black.

The demon jumped slightly, and a piece of grass was left where it landed.

"The half-elf princess, when she loved fantasy the most, she once felt that she could own the whole world."

"Now...you..."

Treya stepped on the ground so hard that the grass was destroyed by her steps.

Then it turned black.

…

Each piece of colorful memory was finally put into darkness by Treya without any reservation.

then……

She was getting closer and closer to the light.

"Then...the end is here."

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"Entak...the third form: Destroy..."

"Entak...Fifth Form·Continue..."

"Entak...Seventh Form·Zhe..."

Eugenie distinguished Treya's moves with her naked eyes...

She no longer had the same funny kindergarten sword posture as before - I don’t know who taught it. Didn’t Treya learn the kindergarten sword posture in two days? !

But...

What Eugenie has mastered...

She got it from the devil when she was fifteen years old...

Demon Sword said.

It's still... completely correct, without any mistakes, the Entak Demonic Sword Way.

Meanwhile, her power is fading.

It drained out of her body very quickly, and with every sword strike Treya struck on the stage, she drained more and more.

It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken.

She glared hard at Will next to her.

It's this guy again! It must have been him!

Will tilted his head and glanced at Eugenie.

He had nothing to do with the devil, and he couldn't understand the sword style. He was happily eating the watermelon served by his little maid with a toothpick nearby.

"Tsk."

Eugenie stared at the stage.

"But... if you want to completely take away the power from me, unless the devil completely gives up and I only choose you... it's impossible!"

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Triya looked at the colors at the end.

It was a painting.

In the middle of the picture was Will.

But...

It was Will who had been lying in front of the guillotine before. His figure was frozen at the moment when the knife fell and he looked up at the sky.

In the darkness, all the colors were erased by her, leaving only this painting.

"The half-elf princess..."

"You should understand."

"You are in this position, have this identity, and are born in this family. What will he who trusts you experience?"

"I know."

The devil finally stopped.

"So, since you have finally reached the end... you should understand..."

"What is black...——"

Triya held the silver sword tightly.

But she focused on the painting.

She had never been able to read her own heart, but this time... she seemed to understand.

"I understand. Just like he told me while sitting in my room..."

"I can't have everything."

"Black is..."

"Can be discarded..."

"Can be ignored..."

"Can be destroyed..."

"...completely unimportant things..."

"In other words...they..."

"Can be 'sacrificed' by me."

"And I just need to hold on tightly..."

"The only color in front of me..."

Trea reached out, and her longest middle finger gently touched the painting.

From her fingertips, what flowed into her body was "memory", the swordsmanship summed up by more than a dozen generations of Entak people - no, it was the swordsmanship firmly controlled by the devil.

Without the need for verbal communication and exchange, she instantly understood what Will meant by "how to learn the way of the magic sword".

She would teach herself -