Epel wonders why Neige, a source of such stress for Vil, exists in a world that exists to make him happy, and Ortho guesses that Vil’s determination and pursuit of beauty hinges heavily on the existence of his rival, Neige.
Rook says, “So the presence of someone he feels the need to beat is what motivates Vil to strive as hard as he does” and Ortho follows with, “Neige LeBlanche is too much a part of who Vil is to completely remove from the picture.”
Instead, the dream redefines Neige as someone who cannot possibly be a rival to Vil, so that Vil might easily win the Best Actor award that Neige did in reality.
Rook, however, says that “Vil would despise such a scenario more than anyone else,” as happiness without having to experience setbacks or jealousy comes at the cost of what he holds most dear: his spirit of tenacity.
After being announced as the winner of the best actor award Vil is awoken from his dream by Rook reminding him of his past roles as villains, his founding of the Film Research Club, his performance at the VDC and his role as Housewarden of Pomefiore.
The dream-Neige convinces Vil to stay asleep by tempting him with his best-actor award, saying, “You won’t have to do any rigorous training or follow any tedious skincare routines to maintain your beauty. You won’t have to ever feel upset or frustrated.”
In the deeper level of the dream world the characters discover what seems to be an alternate timeline to the VDC where Vil succeeded in poisoning Neige before he had the chance to perform. Vil dreams of winning the VDC, but Epel reminds him that they actually lost to Neige.
Rook reminds Vil of how he cried out that he could never forgive himself and of what happened on the Island of Woe, successfully awaking Vil.
The dream is swallowed into an abyss, taking Vil with it, who discovers himself in his overblotted form blaming Neige for how his hard work is never rewarded.
Vil confronts himself, saying, “My overblot was no one’s fault but my own,” but the dream-overblot insists, “You utterly loathe him and you know it! You hate that charming, beautiful, universally beloved boy, don’t you?!”
Vil reflects, “I’m so steeped in envy and resentment, there isn’t a trace of beauty to be found,” but says that he will not turn away from it any longer, and will instead accept the “nauseatingly ugly” part of himself.
The dream-overblot turns into a wrinkled old woman who says he is better of crushed beneath a boulder, together with her. Vil responds, “Then I’ll crawl my way higher from there…together with my ugly desires!,” voluntarily adopting his overblot form and defeating himself in the abyss.
Vil’s best-actor award dream resets but now Vil is awake, telling the dream-Neige that he is “nowhere near as charming, endearing…or loathsome as the real Neige.”
Vil curses the apple juice that he had been sharing with the characters populating his dream so that “Whoever tastes the cursed apple will have their blood run cold, and they will never wake again!” resulting in is possibly our first on-screen death.
Vil declares, “I shall be the one to decide who, at this exact moment, is the fairest in the land.”