VIP Chapter 237: Sweet Dream 2 (?)
He opened his eyes.
It was a sunny day.
The warm afternoon sun shone faintly on him. Will stood ten meters away from Treya’s training ground.
Although he had opened his eyes, and it started with him “waking up,” he knew…
This was a dream.
The atmosphere here was filled with a sense of “being inside a story…”
It was like the world imagined in your mind after finishing a book.
It wasn’t as clear as a movie.
It wasn’t as detailed as animation, where you could see every line on each person.
Nor was it like a novel, containing only cold, black-and-white text.
It was an unclear imagination, yet from the moment you began to imagine it, it became a reality that you “believed existed somewhere.”
But…
The original work also had little description of this place. It was only known that such a place existed, and that when Treya practiced her sword, her personal maid, Sarah, would always be by her side.
Most importantly, the sky here was clear, completely different from the royal palace in the original work, which only symbolized darkness.
Coincidentally, this was also the place where he and Treya interacted the most.
Therefore, following the same logic as when he dreamt of Liya before, it presented itself in the form of a story – something not written in the original work, but the clearest in his memory…
All of this made him realize it was a dream.
No… wait…
After waking up before, he hadn’t recalled the “dream that predicted something” related to Liya. Now, all of a sudden, he remembered it?
It seemed like a common occurrence was happening to him: dreams he couldn’t recall even when awake, but could remember clearly once he fell asleep and entered the dreamscape.
Although he would eventually forget this sunny “sweet dream” after waking up, since he had arrived here, there was no doubt that this dream, like Liya’s dream before, showed him scenes of “the jilted ones awakening through his hands.”
He remembered that this was a dream that, in the end… the people in the scene would speak to him.
It was also a terrifying dream that had completely scared him awake at the time.
If he chose not to “wake up” and continued watching here, he would undoubtedly fall into the same ending as Liya’s dream.
Sweating profusely…
Yelling as he…
Woke up on the bed.
But his current feelings were different from before.
He was Will, Will Systom, someone from outside the narrative layer of the story who knew about “future fate,” and the one who led them to this ending.
Therefore, even if they were to “blacken,” he had decided to respond to these feelings.
Whether it was Liya, who had already been taken away by her mother.
Or Treya, who was currently in the midst of royal infighting before his eyes.
Or even Iaar, who might appear before him in the future.
He could prevent them from being rejected “jilted ones”—
If he couldn’t do it, no one else could, right?
“Because I want to respond to you, I will watch this dream to the end.”
On the training ground, he could already hear Treya practicing her sword—
*clink*
The sound of cutting through the air.
Will’s position wasn’t ideal; he could only see her back and her scattered silver hair.
And—
“I already deeply understand my feelings.”
“I’ve understood my desires.”
“I’ve understood what I seek.”
“I’ve understood the person I want and the ending I desire.”
“Yes, it’s the only ‘color’ in my eyes…”
“The only him—”
With each swing of Treya’s sword, she spoke these words.
Will was a little surprised. Treya was usually very quiet when practicing her sword, fitting her slightly icy, naturally airheaded demeanor.
But…
The current Treya, swinging her sword and speaking these lines, was more like a Knight Princess who had completely understood her inner heart and had a clear purpose.
“Confessing like this… is a little embarrassing.”
Seen from behind, Will noticed her pointed ears were slightly red.
“But if he wants to hear it, I will tell him.”
With another sideways slash, Treya’s sword kicked up dust from the ground, drawing a semicircle with its blade.
She had also grown to be able to clearly express her thoughts.
This was indeed what he wanted…
But…
Will took a slow step forward.
He was anticipating.
He was anticipating Treya, the blackened princess, saying words like those shown in Liya’s dream.
Unexpectedly, seen from behind, the tip of her sword began to tremble.
“…What if he rejects me… What should I do?”
Her breathing was no longer firm like before; instead, it became weak, with a panting sound as Treya spoke.
Then, her sword dropped.
As if she couldn’t stand steady, Treya knelt on the ground, holding her head.
“Huh?!”
This was a development Will had not foreseen.
“Cannot…”
“This cannot happen.”
“If this happens… my world… my world will be only black, won’t it?”
“Without light…”
“Without color…”
“Without him…”
“World.”
“He won’t be like this!”
“He cannot be like this.”
“He shouldn’t be like this…”
Her back was to Will, and she trembled slightly, as if sobbing, yet also as if laughing.
Her emotions were very unstable.
Will seemed to understand.
This was a certain type of yandere, who depended on him too much and directly burdened him with heavy emotions…
Compared to Liya, who would directly tell him her feelings, Treya would instead show an unshakeable attachment to him, neurotically saying, “I can’t do without you,” and then dragging him down.
Hearing her words, Will felt as if he were standing in a swamp, being dragged deeper and deeper by her…
He walked forward, step by step.
Each step grew heavier.
But he couldn’t stop.
“Tre… Treya…”
She had “blackened,” but appeared even more “fragile,” “vulnerable,” and “in need of help.”
So…
That’s why he needed to approach Treya little by little!
“I won’t be like this…”
No longer a “bystander,” he now believed that in this story, there were things he could do…
Things only he could do…
“I’m here—”
He touched Treya’s shoulder.
Unlike the stories he usually dreamt of, where he would pass through her side, he easily touched her shoulder.
That’s right, just like this.
He was no longer a bystander.
He was going to influence this story…
The thing he feared – them becoming “jilted ones” – would never happen again—
However, what he saw was…
Treya, wearing an eyepatch over her left eye, slowly turned her head.
An eyepatch? Why was she wearing an eyepatch…
She was smiling.
Smiling very happily.
Smiling very beautifully.
But her smile was unlike the Treya Will remembered.
“Tre… Treya?”
“Te-ach-er Wil-l.”
Her previous crying and trembling seemed to have never happened.
“For digging a pit for you—”
“You really…”
A smile like one who had just fallen into a trap.
!!!!!
He opened his eyes.
He saw the familiar ceiling.
“Haaa… haaa… haaa…”
Lying on the small bed in the third-floor room of his capital cottage, he stretched his hand towards the air, but kept panting.
“What… what was that!?”
“Why, why, why did I have such a dream?”
“Treya, what on earth…”
Mid-sentence, looking at the sunlight streaming in from the side, Will realized a problem…
“Wait… Why… Why?”
Will sat up, looking at the palm he had just stretched towards the air.
This time, he hadn’t forgotten the dream.
