VIP Chapter 216 Treya’s Heart
One afternoon during those three years.
Teacher Will, using the excuse of “fulfilling his fiancé’s duties,” came to the royal family’s backyard and sat across from her at a table.
He took a list he had drawn of the power distribution of the various princesses and princes of the Entak Royal Family and placed it on the table, then pointed deliberately at the Fourth Prince’s position.
“Yes. The former Entak Family truly had nothing. To this day, the empire they established was acquired from surrounding territories through an extremely strong military and their own formidable combat capabilities.”
“Now, you should know that this power originated from the ‘Demon Pot’ obtained by the earliest Entak Family.”
“Therefore, for the Entak, who fundamentally rose to power through military might…”
“The army is its heart.”
However, Treya noticed something peculiar on the diagram illustrating the royal family. Her own small avatar had clearly been marked with a few extra touches.
Her eyes had been colored in, and although her hair was a shade close to white, Will’s drawing depicted her hair color with silver-gray crayons.
“So, as long as it can maintain control over a powerful army, the royal family can continue to enjoy the benefits of wielding such power.”
“A question, Teacher Will, do you believe he has a higher chance of winning this battle?”
“Perhaps. Originally, Eugenie, as a faction friendly to the Dungeon, could have had the best of both worlds by controlling Dungeon resources and the powerful Adventurers from the Dungeon…”
“But she no longer dares to do so after I grew stronger.”
“Mm. But there are other reasons too. In any case, Fourth Prince, you don’t need to worry about it. Let’s continue…”
Will paused as he spoke, and then he put a question mark next to the Fourth Prince.
“If one day, he no longer controlled power like he does now…”
“What would happen?”
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“What would happen?”
Pondering this question, Treya lowered her head to look at the royal faction map Will had drawn for her.
On this map, her own small avatar’s beautiful blue eyes were still present.
“Hmm… Where would you hide?”
“If you don’t come back soon, in this royal family, I will be…”
*Knock knock knock.*
At that moment, a knock came from outside the door.
So, Treya very carefully placed the drawing, without folding it at all, into the pages of the open novel beside her.
She was wearing her home pajamas. Although her hair was not styled, her beautiful silver hair shone in the sunlight. She stopped Maid Kate, who was about to open the door, and walked to the door herself, opening it.
“Tre… Treya! What do you think you’re doing—”
Eugenie pushed her shoulders and barged in.
“Sister Eugenie, are you here to take care of me? Thank you.”
“You… you… don’t make that face anymore!”
“What are you talking about? Sister, I’ve always had this expression, I haven’t changed, have I?”
Hearing this, Eugenie felt as if she had been doused with cold water.
She looked at Treya.
Treya, as the rumors suggested, indeed appeared to be “not in good condition.”
For the first time in a while, she hadn’t bothered with her silver hair. A lock of it even obscured her blue eyes, making her look even more spiritless.
“You… are you really hiding in your room, depressed because that scoundrel Will didn’t come back to help you?!”
“Yes… I’ve been waiting for him to come back. You tell me, why… why did he disappear at the most important moment? And the photo he left behind was with another woman?”
Treya’s voice grew softer, and her voice sounded a little hoarse.
Eugenie looked at her with disbelief.
Was this truly the Treya who, for the past three years, had threatened her with all the “Demon Power” in her hands?
While her appearance remained somewhat cold, there was an added fragility about her, as if she were unloved.
And…
The sharpness that was like broken glass that would inevitably cut one’s finger, instilling fear.
“But he’ll come back when he sees the Wanted Poster, won’t he? After all, he’s the one who cares about me the most.”
“If he doesn’t show up, then we’ll just have him searched for all over the country.”
“We’ll find him eventually. We’ll bring him to the Royal Palace.”
“We definitely will…”
Eugenie felt that her state was very wrong.
But what was even stranger was…
As a sister who had watched her grow up, she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong with Treya now.
She just felt…
That the black threads on the silver princess seemed to have deepened.
Eugenie placed her hands on Treya’s shoulders, gestured to the servants nearby with her eyes to leave, and then said to her:
“Listen, Treya, this is the most crucial time. I… I can’t use Demon Power anymore, so it all depends on you.”
“What makes you in such a hurry? Let me guess, was the trial of the Fourth Prince finally concluded?”
“Not only did it involve embezzlement and treason for profit, but details of past infighting were also revealed.”
“Emperor Edward is very… very angry. But because my seventh sister concealed some information, she was also put on trial – you should know, she didn’t choose to come forward and impeach him; rather, the information was about to be made public, and she had to step forward.”
Treya remained silent, merely listening to Eugenie speak.
Her light blue eyes were fixed on Eugenie’s mouth.
“This means that someone else will need to manage his portion of the army. My brother and I… and you will surely get a share – but now is the opportunity, and who gets more will depend on our performance in the next few days. There will be… there will be more people wanting to feast on this cake!”
“Are you saying that the Fifth Princess and the Sixth Prince, who are not skilled in military matters, will also be involved?”
“So, Treya… my brother and I are counting on you. Without Demon Power, and with our mother being a later arrival, we are nothing! You… you can’t be depressed any longer!”
“…”
Treya didn’t speak, only nodded.
“I understand. But… with such a complicated situation… how will Will handle it…”
Eugenie released her hands, looking at Treya in surprise, and took two steps back.
“Stop thinking about him. He might not appear again before all this is over.”
“I understand,” Treya nodded. “Perhaps, I should talk to Carver. What role will the merchant who best represents the Dungeon play?”
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But the latter half of what Will had intended to say that day was left unsaid—
“One day later—perhaps a year from now—Emperor Edward, who symbolized the strongest of the Entak, would also pass away due to illness.”
“Then…”
“What would happen?”
