Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 25.2
“Oh, Oscar.”
“Yes?”
“I heard it’s cold today. Please bring a blanket to the gnome. On your way, tell Amila I’d like something warm for dinner tonight. If you see Hanao, ask him to clean the bathroom.”
Oscar, listening carefully to each of Cielo’s instructions, nodded, thinking it was just like any other errand.
In truth, Cielo had been assigning these errands to Oscar as part of a plan.
‘I have to make sure he sees them somehow.’
Since Oscar hardly wandered around the imperial palace, Cielo had taken special measures. Under the pretense of errands, he had arranged for Oscar to meet and connect with others.
At first, Oscar would return like the wind after carrying out the errands, awkward and reserved.
But recently, as he had become more familiar with them, his returns grew more delayed. He even seemed to be getting along well with them.
“Then, I’ll be going now.”
As Oscar left the room, Cielo watched his back with satisfaction and wrapped the shawl hanging over the chair around his shoulders.
It was a cold day, yes, but that wasn’t the only reason.
He felt chilly all over, and a warm heat was rising deep from his stomach — a clear sign that his heat cycle was approaching.
“…It’s about the time for a magic subjugation. I wonder if Ryan will be around this time.”
Muttering to himself, Cielo slowly stepped out of the room.
It seemed the rumor that Ryan was officially half-affiliated with the imperial knights was true — he would occasionally participate in missions exclusively assigned to the knights.
These missions always coincided with Cielo’s heat cycle, so not once had they spent that period together.
‘I wonder how it’ll go this time.’
When Cielo arrived at the clinic, he peeked inside.
He had come too early, and the only person there was Ryan.
“Oh, you’re here today,” Cielo said, looking at the red hair.
“When have I ever not been?”
As soon as he spotted Cielo, Ryan stood up and walked over. He stumbled a bit as if exhausted from staying up all night, then buried his face into Cielo’s shoulder and rubbed against him.
At the puppy-like gesture, Cielo laughed and extended his arms.
He hugged Ryan’s large frame tightly, patted his back, and even went on tiptoes to stroke his head.
“You’re never around during my heat cycle.”
“Hearing you say that… I guess it’s coming soon.”
When Ryan hugged Cielo’s waist and took a deep breath—
Thump.
With a strange sensation, Cielo’s heart started to ache, tightening in his chest.
He frowned and clutched his chest. Seeing that, Ryan’s smooth brow furrowed.
“You… smell.”
“…Saying it like that makes it sound like my body stinks.”
Cielo’s reply made Ryan chuckle.
Still resting his face on Cielo’s shoulder, Ryan turned and quietly watched the pheromones begin to waft through the air.
“Looks like it’s about to start. Want to go wait in your room? I’ll just take my medicine and come.”
“Medicine…?”
“A suppressant.”
Ryan pulled out a medicine case he had stashed away and gave it a shake.
It was a new drug he had developed after tireless research, all so he could spend the heat cycle with Cielo.
“That medicine — it’s safe, right?”
“Probably?”
“…I-It’s okay if I go through it alone. I’m kind of used to the pain at the start of the cycle.”
At the worried words, Ryan reached out and ruffled Cielo’s hair.
Grinning with teeth showing, he met Cielo’s eyes and said,
“This puppy is sturdy, so don’t worry and go wait in your room. I’ll contact the betas we talked about and come right after.”
Cielo hesitated a moment about refusing again, but then nodded and began to walk away.
Ryan said he’d be fine, and Cielo thought it would be better to trust him.
As he opened the clinic door to leave—
Two men with the same face stood before him.
“Well, look who it is. Our little brother who became a widow before the wedding ceremony even happened.”
Thump.
This time, Cielo’s heart raced.
It wasn’t the same as earlier. His body reacted on its own, just from hearing that voice.
The moment Cielo raised his head, he saw a face he hadn’t seen once in the past three years — his twin brother.
Neatly trimmed hair, sharp eyes. His lips were twisted into a petty sneer, and the gaze that landed on Cielo was cold and biting.
“B-Brother…”
Swallowing dryly, Cielo instinctively took a small step back.
For some reason, an unpleasant feeling was rising from deep inside his stomach.
It was different from how he had felt facing Eli.
Yes, this was…
Fear.
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