The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 247 - Her Answer

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That violet eye—a symbol of demonic power—stared back at Will, and in that instant, he realized—

This was not fate.

This was not what he had planned.

This was not what he had calculated.

In this confrontation, Will had completely “miscalculated.”

He stared into that eye, hearing the words he had once used to pressure Treya, words that had also convinced her to trust him...

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And slowly, he closed his own eyes.

There wasn’t even time to process why Treya stood here as the victor or to think about the purpose behind the trap she had set...

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“Professor Will?”

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“Professor Will, falling asleep during class isn’t very becoming of a good teacher.”

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“Professor Will, open your eyes. Look at me?”

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Will opened his eyes.

The dim room and the sound of rain were gone.

Instead...

He saw the clear blue sky that could only be found in the royal palace—a place etched deeply into his memories.

It was also the place where he had spent the most time with Treya.

He blinked repeatedly, trying to bring the blurry world before him into focus.

Sitting across from him was Treya, dressed in a black gown. Though he had subtly encouraged her to wear darker colors to facilitate her “darkening,” he had never seen her wear such an elegant black dress in this setting before.

And...

She was smiling.

Unlike the stiff smiles he had seen in reality, this one was natural. Her eyes curved slightly, her lips pressed together softly, and the corners of her mouth lifted just enough.

It wasn’t forced or unnatural.

Though she wore black, her smile radiated an unexpected warmth—like that of an ideal “wife.”

If only her left eye weren’t filled with that ominous “violet” hue...

Will couldn’t recall ever falling asleep during lessons with Treya, let alone being woken up by her.

So this wasn’t a “memory,” nor was it “reality.”

It was a space created by Treya’s demonic power—a mental ability similar to Lucifa’s.

It felt like a realm of consciousness. Perhaps even a “dream.”

For humans, dreams might very well be the easiest way to access such “conscious spaces.”

From the clarity of the background and Treya herself, Will could tell that this ability of hers far surpassed what Lucifa had demonstrated.

Why?

What was Treya trying to do...

By bringing him into this “mental world”? And what did the commotion outside signify?

But his thoughts were “forbidden.”

Even as he tried to avoid looking directly at Treya across the table, his head was forcibly turned toward her.

No escape for his gaze.

No room for his thoughts to wander.

“Professor Will? Are you still groggy? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Treya asked gently as she slid a piece of paper across the table toward him.

That piece of paper...

Will hadn’t forgotten it. During their lessons, he had meticulously drawn portraits of all the royal family members on such papers, explaining their “futures” and how to deal with them.

“This is my answer sheet, Professor Will,” Treya said softly.

Will lowered his head to look at it.

His eyes widened in shock.

Under the brilliant sunlight, the white paper seemed blindingly bright.

But what was written on it was even more horrifying.

On the portraits he had carefully drawn—on every face except Treya’s—were dense red X’s. The marks were so heavy they nearly tore through the paper.

The vivid red carried an overwhelming sense of bloodlust.

Before Will could fully process his shock, Treya reached out again and handed him another notebook.

It was one of her lesson notebooks—the ones she used to diligently take notes during his lectures.

The pages were filled with meticulous writing. What shocked Will even more was how “clear” everything appeared in this “dream world.” He could read every line, every recorded detail about each prince and princess.

It felt less like a dream and more like “reality.”

“The Fourth Prince and Seventh Princess, as you hinted, would implode due to Mr. Carver’s ‘anonymous’ report to my father.”

“The Seventh Prince and Eighth Prince would eventually clash in a ‘duel’ due to their long-standing grievances.”

“And Carver’s adventurer faction would exert pressure on both economic and political fronts.”

“Of course, my father would pass away soon, triggering a series of massive changes.”

Treya recited these points calmly, as if she repeated them to herself every night before bed.

She wasn’t wrong. She had memorized everything perfectly—perhaps even better than Will himself remembered it.

But...

No, no, no. Something wasn’t right.

According to what Will knew about “fate”...

Aside from the first point, weren’t these events supposed to happen in the “future”?

No, no, no!

Will began to understand.

He lacked information—or perhaps certain information had been “hidden” from him. Or maybe his unwavering trust in “fate” had led him to miscalculate everything.

“That anonymous letter became far more serious because it arrived at ‘this time,’ leading to his military power being stripped away quickly.”

“The Seventh Prince and Eighth Prince were more desperate at ‘this time.’ With just a little provocation, they were ready to fight to the death.”

“As for Mr. Carver, who might have thrived in the ‘future,’ at ‘this time,’ he could only accept certain compromises.”

One event...

One event that Will had believed immutable in “fate” had occurred prematurely, throwing everything into chaos.

Treya’s slender fingers traced over each portrait on Will’s drawings as she mentioned them one by one.

“Because... Emperor Edward... he’s dying... No, he’s already dead.”

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That was it.

The point Will had missed entirely.

He had always assumed this event would happen at least a year later. Only then would the fragmented “military power” become irreconcilable. Only then would the Seventh and Eighth Princes drag more people into their “duel.” Only then would Carver have an entire year to grow his influence...

But...

“Thank you, Professor Will. Three years ago, I gained demonic power—not as a gift from a demon.”

“But by seizing it...”

“From the one previously ‘most favored by demons.’”

“And so, after losing that power, that person left the banquet early. Their health deteriorated rapidly. Their body weakened so much faster than expected.”

Treya smiled brightly as she spoke.

“And so I—the one who knew exactly when he would die...”

She didn’t finish her sentence aloud, but Will completed it in his mind—

She used that knowledge to watch as the Fourth Prince and Seventh Princess tore each other apart.

She avoided the conflict between the Seventh and Eighth Princes, perhaps even using her demonic power to escalate their mutual destruction.

She leveraged this timing to intimidate Carver into submission.

She stood now before Will, looking up at him as if seeking his approval—like a student presenting their work for grading.

This dream-like afternoon lesson was Treya’s way of showing him her “answer sheet.”

And yet... this wasn’t all there was to it.

As his “star pupil,” Treya undoubtedly had more prepared...

“Professor Will,” she asked softly. “Why do you think I did all this?”

She stood up then, and for a moment, Will saw the sunlight around her fracture like a prism—splitting into vibrant rainbow colors.