Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 15.2
“I-I have to go… If I go, they won’t get mad.”
The moment Cielo heard those words, a deep unease began to crawl up from the pit of his stomach. Could it be… had Oscar been abused even by his own family?
“If anything scary happens, hide behind me.”
“…”
“I’ll protect you.”
Truthfully, Cielo wanted to send him back to his room, but Oscar refused to listen.
In the end, as they kept walking with Cielo carefully watching Oscar’s expression, a red-haired man waving in the distance came into view.
“…Ryan?”
“You’re here?”
“What are you doing here?”
Cielo widened his eyes in surprise, and Ryan grinned, showing his teeth.
“I figured you’d come.”
“Sorry?”
“I heard that the kid’s parents were here. And I wanted to see your face again. It’s been two days since we last saw each other.”
This coming from someone who used to go months without seeing him.
“You’re going to meet the Pascius couple, right? Want to go together? I can act as your escort, while I’m at it.”
“Escort?”
“You might need me. The Pascius couple… well, they’re known for being problematic.”
Was he saying there were a lot of rumors about them?
Usually, memories would start returning to him at moments like this. But maybe because this was Oscar’s situation, not his own, no memory or even hallucination surfaced no matter how long he waited.
‘So they’re not telling me anything.’
That must mean the real “Cielo” didn’t know either.
As he knocked lightly and opened the door, Ryan followed him inside.
“Oh my! It’s been a while, Lord Esteban!”
The two people sitting—Oscar’s parents, Matthew and Ailee—stood up abruptly, their faces wearing cheerful expressions.
But Oscar, despite being their son, didn’t welcome them. He simply hid behind Cielo and clutched his collar tightly.
“Haha. Oscar, this kid. You’ve stayed by your master’s side too long, now you won’t even greet your parents?”
As soon as the words were spoken, Cielo’s brows furrowed.
The tone of voice sounded kind, but the meaning was excessively authoritative
As Oscar’s body trembled slightly, Cielo cut in before Oscar could answer.
“You’re not here just to exchange greetings, are you? So what brings you all the way here?”
“Ah, right. Of course. How rude of us, standing in front of such a busy person…”
“…”
“Well… to be honest, we’ve started a new business. A trade company, and, well… we’re short on help and the startup capital is enormous.”
Even though they were asked to get to the point, they didn’t even spare a glance at Oscar. They simply kept going on about their own troubles.
As Cielo quietly listened to their words, he narrowed his eyes and asked again.
“And?”
“Haha… well, you see, after sending our only son off to the royal palace, we’ve found ourselves terribly short-staffed. Oscar used to help around the house quite a lot. Isn’t that right, Oscar?”
At those words, Oscar, still hidden behind Cielo, slowly stepped forward and answered in a voice so small it seemed he might vanish at any moment.
“…Yes.”
That voice was nearly identical to the one Cielo had heard when he first possessed this world. A voice that held no personal opinion and always answered with obedience.
“Speak up, boy.”
“…”
“Oscar Pascius!”
Ailey snapped, raising her voice as she glared at Oscar.
Cielo immediately reached out and pulled Oscar back behind him. Embarrassed, Ailee laughed awkwardly and covered her mouth.
“Oh ho ho, excuse me. It seems Oscar’s forgotten all his manners while he’s been away from home.”
A surge of anger rose inside Cielo, but he couldn’t lash out.
Like it or not, these people were Oscar’s parents. There had to be some kind of bond he didn’t know about.
He knew this kind of yelling wasn’t the right way to educate someone, but… just because they were family, Cielo couldn’t outright stop them yet.
Let’s observe a little longer. If they cross the line, then he’ll throw them out.
Just as he was thinking that, Ailee took out a wooden whistle, carved from a tree branch.
“Wait, not that—!”
The moment Oscar, who had been hiding behind Cielo, urgently reached out his hand, Ailee blew the whistle with force.
Fweee!
As the whistle echoed throughout the room—
“Aah… aaah… I-I’m sorry. I did something wrong. Please don’t hit me. I’ll do whatever you say. I’m sorry…”
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