—
Why?
Will knew the answer to this question all too well. In fact, it wasn’t just “knowing”—he had co here precisely because he understood.
—Because the person you love is .
—Because the person you need is .
—Because the one you want to possess is .
—Because the one who taught you to be this way is .
Up to this point...
Up to this point, it was nothing more than Will miscalculating that Treya had already possessed demonic power three years ago, causing Edward to die a year earlier than in the “story.”
Treya must have known the mont she saw him arrive. So why ask?
Will opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, he stepped into the swirling colors and fell.
He felt it—he was “falling” from the “sky,” plumting into a kaleidoscopic world that resembled a drug-induced hallucination.
Amidst the chaotic colors, Will could see Treya’s past through her perspective—
—
Red.
Treya stood in her room, staring at the red curtains.
When she first gained demonic power, she was utterly confused by it. Even obtaining it had been a series of coincidences.
The power was strange, as if a massive “structure” resided within her, spiraling downward layer by layer.
She could feel it—every ti she blinked, distorted images appeared on the red curtains before her.
And these images were especially vivid in her left eye.
She was scared, but she knew this was what Will had guided her toward. Gaining this power must have been the right choice.
And...
She could see it—the shadow of “Will” projected onto the curtain.
—
Orange.
Treya sat across from Will at their discussion table, where orange flowers adorned the surface—a color she had chosen herself.
He always spoke to her with such patience, carefully analyzing royal politics and family dynamics.
When he looked at her while speaking, the lenses of his glasses reflected faint orange hues from the flowers.
She recorded every word he said, even though she had already morized it all in her heart.
He never checked her notes, but doing so made her feel like the “perfect student” he appreciated.
The one who saved her—the one who brought color into her world—only needed to smile before her for everything to feel right.
—
Yellow.
Treya pulled out a box of yellowed pages from under her bed—romance novels she had collected over three years, all targeted at “young girls.”
Every male protagonist resembled him in so way.
The unique young master from a wealthy family. The intelligent and ambitious student. The scheming mastermind with glasses and a dark side.
If there was even a slight resemblance, she would carefully purchase the book and store it in her room.
She wanted to find traces of Will in everything around her. Only by living in such a world could she feel at ease.
—
Green.
Treya stood amidst lush greenery, watching Will beam with excitent over their soon-to-be-ford adventuring party.
This was what he had been looking forward to most.
She hadn’t told him, but after gaining full control of her demonic power—and thus her father’s true “health status”—she had already won far more than his calculations accounted for.
She didn’t need to delve into dungeon exploration or form an adventuring party anymore.
But if it made him happy, if it was sothing he loved...
Then she would love it too.
Because in her world, only Professor Will was colorful. And so, all her colors were tied to him.
—
Blue.
The day he disappeared, the sky was blue.
Every place she traveled northward in search of him had blue skies.
But those skies were aningless without seeing him beneath them.
And then...
She received a newspaper featuring him alongside another woman celebrating their adventuring victory.
On the black-and-white page, his figure stood out vividly. In Treya’s eyes, only his presence shone brightly on that paper.
Why?
Was he unhappy adventuring with her?
Was he not as dedicated to being “her color” as she had thought?
Did he have responsibilities beyond royal affairs?
Could it be that...
At the most critical monts, he wouldn’t be by her side?
“Professor Will didn’t leave because of so urgent matter...”
“He just went off with another woman to enjoy a happy ‘couple adventurer’ life...”
“No... He’s not that kind of person. Maybe... Maybe he has other ‘duties’ besides ...”
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Unwilling. Unacceptable. Unallowable.
“The color I see... must... must remain eternally colorful.”
—
Cyan.
She stood in the royal palace, staring at her reflection. Her eyes were no longer their usual pale blue; they had shifted toward violet—a hue that could only be described as “cyan.”
Listening to the intensifying rain outside, she felt suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere that hung heavy in every breath within the palace walls.
“For the royal family, struggles like this are common. Yes, Professor Will told so.”
She was scared.
Scared that he wasn’t by her side. Scared that he wouldn’t return to help her. Scared of the events unfolding exactly as he had predicted.
“Do you know?”
“You told yourself—terrible things would happen.”
“So you should appear now, just like before, to help ... right?”
“I still believe... you’ll return because of what’s happening in the capital.”
She prayed for it.
She hoped he would co back soon. Hoped he would stand before her again. Hoped he would once more be “Professor Will,” standing by her side as always.
“But... where are you?”
“You’ve disappeared...”
“Do you not want to see ?”
But she couldn’t run away.
She couldn’t escape the royal family’s power struggle. She couldn’t avoid the chaos that followed. She couldn’t shirk the task he had given her—to ascend the throne and rebuild Entark’s glory.
“It’s fine—I understand now. Professor Will, this is your test for . You yourself... must also be part of that test.”
“For example...”
“What thod can I use to make you willingly return to my side?”
“As long as you remain colorful in my eyes... you’ll definitely take the bait.”
—
Violet.
She stood before the dueling arena’s banners. The Entark family’s representative color was blue, but today’s banners bore a violet hue akin to that of demons.
Only after gaining this power could she fully comprehend its significance.
This violet originated from Entark’s earliest days—from the “Zero Demon Castle” and its demonic emperor.
But now...
She was the demon.
Because three years ago, she had “killed” the demon masquerading as herself.
The bloodshed on the field seed to make the violet banners glow even brighter—as if they were smiling sinisterly.
“Professor Will said this is dangerous...”
“So I shouldn’t get involved...”
“But... why haven’t you co back yet? Look—it’s exactly as you predicted. You showed this dark path.”
“Please appear...”
“Will...”
—
Black.
She sat alone in an empty room, staring at the black chess pieces on the board before her.
Following Will’s hints, she had laid out every clue ticulously.
After Edward’s body—corrupted by demonic influence—finally gave out, she would be the one to take his place on the throne.
Having overco imnse pressure, deceived everyone’s eyes, and secured victory with complete control over all critical information...
She realized sothing unsettling after achieving success—
The fear was gone. The anticipation was gone. The avoidance was gone too.
What remained was “emptiness.”
She began to understand why generations of Entark rulers followed the sa path.
Because at the end of that road lay nothing but blackness—the kind of murky blackness born from mixing all colors together in a chaotic swirl until no vibrancy remained.
“No... That’s not it...”
She rembered sothing then.
“Will...”
“He told ...”
“To reach this point, I must know what I truly desire—I must understand my ‘wants’...”
“Yes.”
“Thankfully, I still rember... at this point...”
“The color I want... is you.”
—
...
...
In an endless freefall, there ca a mont when Will felt himself return to an afternoon tea party in the royal palace—back under sunlight, back on solid ground.
But his body was covered in paint-like splashes of color—all over him, vibrant and chaotic.
“Professor Will,” Treya asked softly. “Why do you think I did all this?”
—It was still that sa question waiting for an answer.
Treya wasn’t sitting across from him anymore; she stood beside him now.
“You...”
Will began to speak but found himself at a loss for words.
He had lost.
It seed like he lost because of unknown information. But in truth, he lost because of his failure to anticipate how much his own actions had altered “fate.” He lost to Treya—the Treya who had grown into soone even he couldn’t imagine thanks to his teachings and guidance.
And he lost to...
Her unwavering love—a love so intense that even after gaining everything and ascending to beco Empress of Entark, even after knowing he hadn’t reached her...
She still loved him enough to want to possess him completely.
He had thought he could heal Treya and bring her back from darkness by being soone she needed to rely on for victory.
But she...
She rembered every hint he gave her. She overca every obstacle. She endured every pressure and completed every task flawlessly.
And so, she could control him now.
And so, she could own him now.
And so...
Here she stood—with eyes full of love—declaring her victory over him with unshakable certainty.
“...Heh.”
Will didn’t say anything else. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle.
He knew what awaited him next—especially under the influence of demonic control over his mind. He would beco Treya’s plaything entirely within her grasp.
He had lost.
No longer the “god” who thought himself above it all...
He had been brought crashing down from the heavens by Treya herself—back to earth where she reigned supre.
“Because you taught ,” Treya said softly. “That for ‘desire,’ one can abandon everything and move forward.”
Then Treya took his hand and wrapped an arm around his waist, gently pulling him up from his chair as if lifting him into her embrace.
“And so... I’ve reached this point.”
Treya rested her head against his chest; her silver hair brushed against his chin, tickling him slightly.
“I’m no longer weak, Will.”
She didn’t call him “Professor.”
“And so... I hope Will will always remain my ‘color.’”
“Don’t worry—it won’t hurt at all.”
“Soon... you won’t have to think about anything or anyone else but .”
Standing on tiptoe, she pressed herself closer against him and lifted his chin with one hand—
Leaving no room for escape—
She kissed him on the lips.
Her touch carried the coolness of a half-elf’s body temperature...
And the allure of a demon’s irresistible charm.
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