VIP Chapter 93: The Demon’s Appreciation
“Entak… First Form… Rise…”
Beside Will, Eugenie sat below, watching the scene on stage and breaking out in a sweat.
Others might not be able to tell…
After a brief pause, Treya slowly broke free from the seemingly deceptive basic sword style she was demonstrating!
She spun around, as if her very shadow was rotating with her.
Her sword, lightly flicked upwards, left behind an afterimage.
This was the exact appearance of Entak’s First Form.
Moreover…
The force with which she swung towards someone, her rage, seemed to be seeking a target for release…
Even more terrifyingly…
She felt the power of Demonic Sword Arts from the demon within her slowly draining away.
She clenched her fist, her body tensing.
The demon’s power was finite; when it was distributed to others…
What she possessed would…
Slowly disappear.
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“What… should I do?”
After Treya had finished watching the recording the demon called “a possible future,” she seemed to have transformed into a different person.
She stood tall before the demon, her sword sheathed.
“Or rather, what do you want me to do?”
The demon turned around in front of her.
Then it twisted its head back, looking at her unnaturally.
But Treya didn’t find it strange at all now; she was unusually calm.
“This is your heart. Ahh, a heart full of darkness. Your world seems very different, so I’ve custom-made an endpoint—an endpoint that, upon reaching, will grant you my power.”
“An endpoint?”
Treya raised her head.
Before, it was an endless dark view, as if something was glowing.
The black water at her feet seemed to originate from there.
“Follow me, just walk towards there. You will naturally receive the power of a demon acknowledged by the Entak Family, power sufficient to ascend to the highest throne—”
She made Treya sheathe her sword.
Then she took her hand and pulled her forward.
“Since you say this is my heart…”
Treya, with a hint of disgust, shook off her hand, disregarding the demon’s inexplicable closeness.
“Why is it black here?”
“Yes… why is it black?”
The demon spun around.
Although it looked as if its head and body rotated in different directions—Treya hoped it was her imagination.
“Perhaps we should first answer, what is… color…”
It tapped in the air, and Treya’s cute doll appeared out of nowhere.
“What is… colored things?”
Treya followed it forward.
“Color… colored things…”
She had already understood this that evening when she saw the light on the little bear’s neck…
“The goal I am willing to pursue…”
“The dream I want to achieve…”
“The thing I’m unwilling to let go of…”
“The thing I believe I can obtain…”
“And…”
“My desires.”
The demon nodded in satisfaction.
Where its fair feet passed, a small pool of water opened.
Inside it was Eugenie with red hair.
“The Half-elf Princess, in her purest moments, once admired her older sister, wanting to possess a back as powerful as hers.”
“Now… do you still want it?”
Treya walked past, her boots stirring the pool of water.
It then turned black.
The demon extended its hand again, drawing a corner of blue sky in the air.
There was her father, old and frail.
“The Half-elf Princess, in her most beloved moments, once relied on her father, not wanting to leave his protection and easy love.”
“Now… do you still want it?”
Treya’s silver sword slashed through that corner of the sky, shattering it further.
It then turned black.
The demon hopped lightly, leaving a patch of grass where it landed.
“The Half-elf Princess, in her most imaginative moments, once believed she could possess the entire world.”
“Now… do you—”
Treya stomped ferociously on the ground, the grass beneath her feet being destroyed.
It then turned black.
…
One by one, the colorful memories were all absorbed into the darkness by Treya without reservation.
And so…
She grew closer and closer to the light.
“Then… we’ve reached the endpoint.”
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“Entak… Third Form… Destroy…”
“Entak… Fifth Form… Receive…”
“Entak… Seventh Form… Break…”
Eugenie was distinguishing Treya’s moves with her naked eyes…
She was no longer performing the comical, kindergarten-like sword styles from before—who knows who taught her, but Treya had learned kindergarten sword styles in two days, hadn’t she?!
Instead, it was…
The Demonic Sword Arts that Eugenie possessed…
That she had obtained from the demon at the age of fifteen…
And… the completely correct Entak Demonic Sword Arts, without any mistakes, as if passed down by Qi Qun San Liu Si Jiu (Seven) Shan Wu Ling Meng.
At the same time, her power was vanishing.
It was flowing out of her body rapidly, and with every sword strike Treya made on stage, the more severely she lost it.
This is bad, this is bad, this is bad.
She glared fiercely at Will beside her.
It had to be him again! He must have done this!
Will tilted his head and glanced at Eugenie.
He had no connection to the demon, couldn’t understand the sword styles, and was happily eating watermelon served by his little maid with a toothpick beside her.
“Tsk.”
Eugenie stared at the stage.
“But… to completely steal my power, unless the demon completely abandons me and chooses only you… it’s impossible!”
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Treya looked at the colorful endpoint.
It was a painting.
In the center of the picture was Will.
But…
It was Will lying before the guillotine, his figure frozen at the moment the blade fell and he looked up at the sky.
In the pitch blackness, all the color had been erased by her, leaving only this painting.
“Half-elf Princess…”
“You should understand.”
“Given your position, your identity, your birth into this family, what will the person who trusts you experience.”
“I know.”
The demon finally stopped.
“Then, since you have finally reached the endpoint… you should understand…”
“What is… black—”
Treya tightly gripped her silver sword.
But she focused on the painting.
She had never been able to understand her own heart, but this time… she seemed to understand.
“I understand. Just like he told me while sitting in my room…”
“I cannot have it all.”
“What is black…”
“Is something that can be discarded…”
“Can be ignored…”
“Can be destroyed…”
“…completely unimportant things.”
“In other words… they…”
“Can be ‘sacrificed’ by me.”
“And I only need to tightly grasp…”
“The only color… before me.”
Treya reached out, her longest middle finger gently touching the painting.
From her fingertip, “memories” poured into her body, the sword style summarized by generations of Entak—no, the sword style firmly controlled by the demon.
Without the need for words or communication, she instantly understood what Will meant by “how to learn Demonic Sword Arts.”
She would teach herself—
It would send herself—
He would watch herself—
Directly into the heart.
