Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 35.2
“So the rumor was true, huh?”
“Rumor? What rumor?”
“That you tried to seduce another alpha besides Lord Doberman but got rejected. …You know, there was that coming-of-age ceremony recently, right? That’s when Pacsius manifested as an alpha recently. Word is, you tried to lure him into bed after finding out.”
At the whispering voice, Cielo let out a small laugh.
Cielo let out a dry laugh at the hushed whispers. How predictable—the moment they found something to sink their teeth into, they pounced like starving dogs.
At least they’re not badmouthing Oscar.
The fact that his first thought was still of Oscar proved just how far gone he was.
“Kuh…”
As he quietly listened, Cielo clutched his abdomen. He’d been having pain near the pit of his stomach for days, and now his whole body was starting to feel numb.
His weak spot was supposed to be his heart—so why were all these other symptoms appearing out of nowhere?
‘…Why am I hurting all over these days?’
While he was quietly furrowing his face, suspecting stress, loud voices erupted from outside the clinic.
“Move him, quickly!”
With a loud crash, the door burst open, and a man drenched in blood was carried in.
“He was attacked by a monster! We need a healer!”
The knight who shouted robustly looked straight at Cielo as he entered.
As Cielo approached to assess the patient’s condition, he asked:
“You said he was attacked by a monster? Wait—did you bring him all the way from the border?”
“No. It appeared in the capital square. He couldn’t evade its attack…”
At those words, Cielo’s face gradually turned pale.
A monster had appeared in the capital.
That was also the beginning of the original story.
[He died.
My longtime friend, the child who was my solace.]
It was a piece of the original story he had buried deep in his memory.
That beginning had started with the death of someone Oscar held dear.
In the novel, Oscar had wept bitterly as he watched his friend, Brandon, die.
At that time, Oscar, who didn’t yet have the power to save someone, had knelt before “Cielo” and begged him to save Brandon.
But the original “Cielo” had refused.
‘I know how the original story is supposed to go…’
He knew Brandon was meant to die.
But he didn’t want to see Oscar cry in sorrow.
Taking a deep breath, Cielo held the man’s arm and asked:
“This man’s name—it’s Brandon, right?”
“Huh? No, it’s Lord Anderson.”
“…What?”
“Oh, um… Lord Anderson is the commander of the Third Order of Knights…”
The knight murmured as he explained the patient’s background.
But at some point, Cielo’s mind stopped registering any of it.
Noah Anderson.
He was the commander of the Third Knight Order and one of the main love interests in “All I Wanted Was to Be Loved.”
“Why is he—?”
From Cielo’s memory, the person who should have been brought in injured at this point wasn’t Noah Anderson, but Brandon, Oscar’s friend.
Oscar’s heartbreak at Brandon’s death had been the catalyst for the story’s beginning.
But now…
“Healer! He’s going to die at this rate. Please, hurry…!”
Nodding stiffly, Cielo pushed aside his confusion. Regardless of how the timeline had warped, saving this man came first.
Just as he reached for Noah’s arm—
Oscar suddenly burst in and grabbed Cielo’s wrist.
With a displeased expression, Oscar spoke sharply to him:
“Can you even handle the pain right now?”
“…Oscar?”
Before Cielo could react, Oscar yanked him backward, shoving him toward Ryan.
“Ugh!”
Even as a short cry escaped Cielo’s lips, Oscar didn’t bat an eye.
He sat beside the patient and, after a quick breath, completely healed the man—as if death itself had no right to claim him.
“O-Oh…!”
Everyone in the clinic stared at Oscar as if they’d witnessed a miracle.
The healing ability that had been weak due to lack of manifestation had become drastically more powerful after awakening as an alpha.
“You’re amazing, Pascius!”
“They say abilities become stronger after manifestation—it must be true!”
The room grew noisy, but Oscar simply looked down at his own hand in silence.
“This much, huh…”
Still wearing an expression of discomfort, Oscar slowly looked up at Cielo.
“I’ll handle critical patients from now on.”
“……”
“You should step away from the frontlines, Master.”
With those parting words, Oscar left the room with the knight, saying he’d go check on the other patients outside.
It wasn’t a gesture of consideration—it was a declaration.
Just like when Cielo had declared it was time to reevaluate their relationship,
Oscar was now doing the same.
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