VIP Chapter 539 Dream and Reality
This was a place that both Will and Treya remembered vividly, a place that constantly visited them in their dreams, especially Treya’s.
While it wasn’t the place where they first “met,” it could arguably be called the place where they first “got to know each other.”
However, it was slightly different this time.
The place was empty.
But it wasn’t the emptiness of “everything ending” that they usually encountered when dreaming of this place.
After the “Zero Demon City” became the “Zeroth Heaven,” Treya’s beautiful dreams always felt very “real.”
And this place now was more akin to the emptiness of “before everything began.”
If past dreams always depicted a banquet already in progress, inevitably leaving the place in a mess,
then this was the first time Will had ever seen the place “before anything had begun.”
The plates and food were all arranged as they would be upon entering the Banquet Hall, neatly placed in the food service area.
The wines and beverages were in full bottles.
The tablecloths were so clean they had no stains.
The ground was wiped so clean that one could see their own reflection by looking down.
It was a state of complete non-occupation.
This was the “prelude” to a banquet.
Stepping into this place, Will felt as if he had accidentally walked into a freshly cleaned banquet hall that had not yet opened.
“So, at this time… where would Treya be?”
Will didn’t even have to think.
He turned towards the direction of the balcony—he was probably the second “guest” in this world to be so familiar with this place.
Treya was indeed there.
Just like her attire today, she wore a light, white gauze dress.
However, as it seemed to be still early, the sky was filled with the bright setting sun.
Will then realized that the balcony they often frequented couldn’t actually see the “sunrise,” but rather the “sunset”—and it was only someone like him, not as familiar with the balcony’s direction, who would unintentionally promise to “watch the sunrise together.”
Treya must have known all along, but even so, she still remembered the “mission” of watching the sunrise together between them.
The setting sun shone through half of her gauze dress, revealing her translucent skin underneath.
Treya’s attire, in terms of color, was always quite simple, either black or white.
The royal family always liked to use simpler colors to create more complex patterns, showcasing their excellent craftsmanship.
However, this outfit didn’t seem like party attire; it looked more like her everyday wear.
“As expected…”
Will smiled with relief and reassurance, and waved back at her.
“Good afternoon… or, good dream?”
“You… you found me so quickly? I thought I would give Will a surprise.”
“You, you’re still a bit lacking in learning when it comes to surprising people.”
Will sighed and slowly walked to her side.
“This is… homework, Teacher Will.”
Treya smiled faintly and turned her head, the wind blowing her silver hair.
Will saw her silver hair, which was bathed in a faint layer of pinkish gold under the setting sun, styled by Treya herself.
There were no complex techniques, no magnificent hair accessories. The Empress, who should have been high and mighty, braided her hair like a girl next door, maintaining a casual, flowing appearance.
“Stop calling me ‘Teacher’… You should have realized. In the end, I never taught you Sword Skill, nor did I let you truly learn ‘blackening’—those things were brought to you by demons.”
“But, Teacher Will, you taught me what kind of… ” Her fingers intertwined shyly at her chest, “is true ‘happiness,’ wasn’t it?”
“…”
Will stared at her smile, a little lost.
She was still different from others; she didn’t express her smile so intensely.
But…
It was also different from her past self, who forcefully acted without understanding her own emotions. Her current emotions, expressed in a plain manner, were more like what a normal human should exhibit.
“If you put it that way, it’s not wrong… So, what is this homework?”
“Although ‘angel’ abilities also involve dream creation, sharing similarities with demons, it seems they cannot be handled entirely like demon abilities.”
Treya explained softly.
“So I wanted to try using the Zeroth Heaven’s ability outside of Zeroth Heaven to construct a beautiful dream… Is this place like a dream that’s indistinguishable from reality?”
“Mm.”
Will nodded.
“As a dream before the start of a banquet, it’s quite fitting. And… this sunset here also has a strong sense of dusk.”
As he spoke, he looked at the sun slowly descending between the two mountains.
Its color was just right, maintaining a beautiful, vibrant red.
The twilight’s light and shadow were also perfectly balanced.
“Full marks?”
“Full marks.”
“Teacher Will, you’re still so forgiving. I always felt like you gave me full marks no matter what I did.”
“That’s because… you always did what an excellent student was supposed to do.”
“Haha…”
Treya chuckled lightly.
“It’s just… I didn’t expect that after going through this banquet, which you couldn’t escape, so many times, you would still choose this place.”
“Because…”
Treya leaned closer to Will and touched his forehead with hers.
“You told me I should be more greedy. So I wondered, after already experiencing a banquet that passed through everything, what else is there that I haven’t experienced?”
Her ice-cold fingertips traced down Will’s arm, finally interlocking with his fingers.
Will heard the gentle clinking of her earrings against his, and felt the slightly warm temperature of her cheek.
—Could these things also be created through dreams?
“Perhaps that would be…”
“Before everything began, I had already met you, and could hold your hand, and walk into that banquet looking like the envy of everyone?”
The sunset, which had been fixed, began to “flow.”
“Completely altering the ‘memory’ of that night—but I understand that even so, you are still you, and I am still me… It sounds like a beautiful dream, doesn’t it?”
Will felt the Treya before him transform from a clear image to one suffused with an “ambiguous” glow.
“So, shall we go to a banquet where no one else will disturb us?”
“Mm—”
The moment the sun sank below the horizon, Will felt a slight “coldness” on his lips, a slightly chilling softness brought by Treya.
“?!”
Then, he opened his eyes.
This was his room.
Not the dream from just now.
“Good evening, Will… Teacher.”
In the moonlight, Treya, who was in front of him, slowly got up and, in a manner that suggested she was “secretly kissing him,” knelt halfway on his body, covered by the thin summer quilt.
“Treya, when did you get into the room?”
She was still wearing the same white gauze dress as in the dream, and her hairstyle was the same as in the dream—Will then realized why he had felt a sense of “discordance” in his dream.
Because this outfit, rather than appearing on a balcony outside a banquet hall, was more suited for appearing on his bed.
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And besides that…
Under the sheer white gauze, she was wearing black suspender stockings.
Illuminated by the clear moonlight, the stocking straps extending down her thigh were clearly visible.
Like waking up at the end of a beautiful dream…
Discovering that the dream had become reality, now appearing before your eyes.
“Iaar and Liya said this outfit suits me better, and that you would probably like it. How is it? This surprise this time…”
Treya, sitting on Will, had a slightly flushed face and revealed a shyness Will had rarely seen, speaking thus.
“Is it full marks?”
A dream is actually the beginning of a “deception.”
The intermingling of the illusion in the dream and the reality upon waking allowed Will to experience it firsthand.
She was now the kind of person who, not just in dreams but also in reality, would “greedily” obtain what she wanted—a domineering character.
“So, Teacher Will, now… can you tell me… what exactly do you like?”
