Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 3.1
As Oscar fell asleep again, Cielo turned his attention back to the letter.
‘If the coming-of-age ceremony is in eight months, that means I’m only nineteen right now…’
In the Astha Empire, the setting of “All I Wanted Was To Be Loved” a person is recognized as an adult at the age of nineteen. And Oscar was about five years younger than Cielo.
‘Then… Oscar is fourteen now?’
That means there were still about five years left before the main story began?
Tilting his head, Cielo looked at Oscar. The child, breathing softly in his sleep, looked—at most—ten years old.
He was extremely small and thin. Even his height made him seem younger.
‘They probably didn’t feed him properly either.’
That must be why he was still so small, even at fourteen.
‘Well, he wasn’t very tall in the novel either.’
In the original story, the adult Oscar was said to be just slightly shorter than Cielo, meaning he never grew past 170 cm.
…If the real “Cielo” were here right now, Cielo would’ve at least flicked him on the forehead.
Fortunately, Eunwoo was now inside Cielo’s body.
Clicking his lips in frustration, Cielo resumed rummaging through the drawers. But he couldn’t find anything noteworthy.
Then it happened.
Just as Cielo slumped weakly into a chair, someone banged loudly on the door.
“Pascius! Pascius!”
“Can you be quiet…!”
Startled, Cielo quickly ran toward the door.
When he opened it, a servant was standing there, panting heavily.
“Pasciu—gasp! I-I, Lord Esteban! I-I have urgent news…!”
“Please keep your voice down. Oscar is sleeping.”
“…L-Lord?”
The servant asked again. Froze mid-panic.
Turning around in concern to check if Oscar had woken up, Cielo saw, regrettably, that Oscar was already awake and looking at him.
“…He’s already awake, huh.”
With a sigh, Cielo’s voice dropped. The servant’s face turned pale. He seemed to forget the urgency of his message and bowed deeply, shouting:
“I’m terribly sorry!”
Did… did he think I was scolding him?
“I wasn’t trying to blame you. Please, stand up.”
Cielo spoke calmly, but the servant didn’t move.
In the original story, Cielo would often say “stand up” in situations like this—only to slap the person once they actually did, calling them disrespectful.
‘Hmm… what do I do now.’
Making someone kneel in front of Oscar was the one thing Cielo must never do.
After all, people say children mirror the adults around them.
And since Oscar had likely only seen the worst of people so far, Cielo wanted to teach him only the good from now on.
“I said stand up. Don’t kneel so easily.”
He said gently, but still, the servant didn’t budge.
Eventually, Cielo leaned down and whispered in the servant’s ear:
“If you don’t get up, I’ll break your legs.”
“…Hiiieek!”
The servant jumped to his feet at once.
Hopefully Oscar hadn’t heard that?
Just as Cielo turned his head with that thought, he found Oscar standing right beside him. He bit his tongue.
…He had shown his worst self barely five seconds after resolving to become a good adult.
* * *
The reason the servant came looking for Oscar was none other than the healing power he possessed.
“Lord Doberman has returned with serious injuries. We need a healer right away!”
‘Doberman?’
The name sounded strangely familiar.
As he racked his brain trying to recall where he had heard it, Cielo suddenly remembered—it had been mentioned in the letter about the coming-of-age ceremony.
‘If he only appeared in a letter and I don’t recall him in the novel, he probably wasn’t an important character…’
Since Cielo didn’t respond right away, the servant, watching him nervously, quickly added:
“I-if Lord Esteban does not wish to heal Lord Doberman himself, then at least let Pascius—”
“Oscar already used a lot of his power healing me today.”
Even now, Oscar was nodding off while standing, so it was clear that healing required a lot of energy.
But Cielo couldn’t simply say, “I’ll take care of it” either.
Even though he had possessed this body, he wasn’t sure if he could use Cielo’s powers properly.
‘Still, I can’t say that neither of us will go help when someone’s hurt…’
In the novel, it was written that the power could be used simply by “sincerely wishing for it.”
‘I’m not confident, but…’
Even so, he couldn’t send the exhausted Oscar.
“…I’ll go.”
He’d at least try.
If things went wrong, he’d think up some excuse.
Just as Cielo moved to follow the servant, a tiny hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.
It was Oscar.
“…Oscar?”
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