VIP Chapter 253: The Demon Princess Offers You Her Beautiful Dream (5) (3k)
Carver.
He was still wearing the white suit from his memory, with gold-rimmed glasses, making him stand out among a crowd of people in black suits.
Will was not surprised by his appearance here. After all, it was only natural for a “good father” to show up at his child’s important “engagement” occasion.
But…
[No, no, no.]
[This guy, his appearance can only mean trouble.]
For some reason, upon seeing Carver, Will reflexively stepped back, feeling an aversion and wanting to distance himself from this “father.”
But…
His brain continued to give him commands, making him smile and address the man like a “kind and amiable” elder—
“Father?”
[That’s not the right address… How could he make me say that?]
[But Carver in my memory is indeed like this…]
[What went wrong…]
Carver’s eyes widened in surprise at this, and even the wine glass in his hand trembled.
He showed a hint of disgust and muttered in a low voice:
“Hmm? What is this? A surprise from Your Majesty? Or… a gift? Or does she simply think that someone like her past self is easier to control?”
Carver sighed and shifted to a teasing tone, as if pleased with the current development:
“Never mind.”
“What is it?”
Will watched Carver’s smile, his fingers starting to tremble.
At the same time, the “unease” he’d felt since waking up that morning peaked for the first time.
This was because of the next sentence Carver spoke:
“Uh-huh. It seems you truly forgot my advice… You’ve played with fire, haven’t you?”
[Played with fire?]
“Hmm… Let me think, cleaning up a corpse for someone in the Royal Family… isn’t an easy task…”
[Cleaning up a corpse?]
Will opened his mouth, but seemed unable to refute his words.
The coronation and engagement ceremony venue, filled with white decorations and white flowers, began to be consumed by a spreading blackness from the edges towards the center in his eyes…
His “loving” father, dressed in a white suit, slowly became more and more hideous…
He felt a wave of dizziness, and his vision began to blur into double images…
It even made him momentarily unable to distinguish whether he was “about to fall asleep into a dream” or “about to wake up from a dream.”
He reached out a trembling hand, fumbling for something to hold onto nearby.
[Could it be…]
But…
This process did not continue.
A pair of hands, very reassuring hands, grasped Will’s shoulder, steadying him as he was about to fall.
They were icy cold, but Will could feel the strength from his fingertips, stopping his trembling.
A clear yet arrogant voice came from behind him—
“Mr. Carver, if I may be frank, you need to understand how to maintain a distance.”
Treya’s tone was sharp, fiercely cutting off Carver’s unfinished words.
Then, she stepped forward, placing herself between Carver and Will.
“Treya…”
Very strong, dependable.
This was a new “experience” for Will.
For the first time, someone stepped in front of a difficult situation he couldn’t handle and took it all upon themselves.
“As a father, no matter how ‘doting,’ you should keep your distance from your already married child.”
“You must gradually accept that… he will be happier by my side than under your control…”
“Happier.”
After saying this, Treya turned to look at Will.
Her usually calm, light blue eyes were filled with extreme anxiety and concern.
She sighed, muttering softly—
“I forgot about Carver, such an unstable factor. It seems I need to ‘reinforce’ things.”
“I… I don’t think I’ve fully woken up today, Treya, what were you saying…”
Will’s words were cut short as Treya leaned closer, just like she had “suddenly” done in the morning and at noon.
He looked at Treya’s expression, staring into her light blue eyes.
Although Treya in a black dress appeared in Will’s vision, his entire field of view became brighter, returning him to the familiar warm world.
“Yes, you need rest.”
She said softly, each word as gentle as a lullaby.
“…Is that so? I feel like I just became a little more awake…”
Treya, domineeringly, didn’t wait for his reply and pulled Will away from Carver and the entire banquet.
Watching their retreating backs, Carver raised his wine glass again.
“Ah, indeed, I forgot, in a sense…”
“It was I who told her Will’s location and gave her more information. Hmm…”
“Should I say I sold him out?”
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Will watched Treya walking ahead, and though she wore black high heels, he struggled to keep up with her pace.
The sound of heels striking the ground echoed in his ears.
She walked with purpose, her silver hair fluttering slightly with her movement.
She held Will’s hand, weaving through the crowd, paying no mind to the voices calling for her to stop behind them.
“…Wait, where are you going?”
“You’re not adapting well to this place. I think you should find a comfortable place to rest.”
“I… I think I’m fine…”
“You’re not.”
Her answer was simple, direct, yet unexpectedly difficult to understand.
Will suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in this attitude of Treya’s, but he quickly understood the reason for her actions.
She was very worried.
Her expression, actions, and tone conveyed this emotion.
She was possibly the only one who noticed his poor state and need for rest.
That was why she had insisted on taking him away from the venue so forcefully.
She…
She was probably just worried that he wasn’t adapting well to the occasion and wasn’t in good form, right?
Mm…
This was their “understanding”—having known each other for so many years, Will could understand her thoughts and intentions just by observing her gaze and words.
She really wanted him to rest.
Will nodded and picked up his pace to match hers.
…
Finally, they stopped in Treya’s room.
Treya’s room was filled with plush toys, piled high on her bed.
Treya ignored the stuffed animals and motioned to clear them all away.
“Treya, why… why did you suddenly bring me here?”
“It’s closer.”
She drew the curtains, blocking the afternoon sunlight outside.
Turning around, before the slow-witted Will could react, she gently pushed his shoulder, making him lie down straight on the bed.
Then…
Treya placed her left hand before her eyes.
However, in her “left eye,” she saw a scene she hadn’t expected.
“Whoosh—”
Will obediently spread himself out like a starfish and lay there.
Then, he closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh.
“…”
—He was no longer like before; now, he obeyed her.
Treya watched him, her hand frozen mid-air, hesitant to make the next move.
“Will, aren’t you going to ask… what I… what I intended to do by bringing you here so forcefully?”
Her tone suddenly softened. Will’s “obedient” action seemed to surprise her more than her initial concern.
“You must have seen that I was tired and sleepy, so you brought me here to rest—although I don’t know what’s going on today, I feel more fragile than usual.”
—He was no longer like before; now, he believed he was the one who needed protection.
“I…” Treya seemed to suddenly not know what to say and swallowed the word back. “Is that really what you think?”
“Mm, what’s wrong? Are my thoughts incorrect? After all, it’s you, Treya, you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
—He was no longer like before; now, he trusted her unconditionally.
She stood before Will and slowly lowered her hand.
“Will, up till now, what kind of person do you think I am?”
“Why the sudden question?”
“Just confirming.”
“Perhaps…”
Unbeknownst to Treya, Will raised his hand and, as she slowly lowered hers, grabbed her left hand, pulling her into his embrace and hugging her gently.
Treya’s pointed elf ears instantly turned bright red.
He began to piece together the Treya from his “memories.” In the silence, Treya listened to Will’s breathing beside her ear and knew he was “searching his memory.”
“It’s colorful.”
Treya knew he was thinking of the memory of “getting lost and helpless at the banquet, only to be found and saved by Treya.”
“It’s what illuminates my life…”
Treya knew he was thinking of the memory of “being misunderstood for his Hysterm Family ties, but being comforted by Treya.”
“Supreme color…”
Treya knew he was thinking of the perfectly beautiful memory she had meticulously designed for him.
Treya knew he was thinking of the heartwarming emotion she had painstakingly crafted for him.
As the sunlight outside moved a few centimeters towards Will’s eyes…
Will reached out and stroked Treya’s silver hair.
“Today, you stood up to my father and, disregarding everyone else, brought back the me who wasn’t in good shape. So I know…”
With an “affectionate” gesture, he spoke words filled with love:
“You are someone I can confidently like.”
—He was no longer like before; now…
—He was treating her…
—With the way one genuinely likes someone.
Treya breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Will contentedly, whispering intimately into his ear, her breath tickling it:
“It’s so… wonderful, I’ve confirmed it once again…”
“My choice was the correct one.”
“Sleep well.”
“My dear Will.”
“When you wake up, you will love me even more than you do now.”
Will’s mind suddenly felt heavy, and he grew drowsy…
“Huh? Love you more what…”
[Don’t fall asleep.]
[Don’t… sleep…]
[Away…]
[……]
[………………]
Author’s Note: Soft Will hehehe
