Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 37.2
“P-Pascius…! Pascius attacked Lord Anderson…!”
At those words, Cielo’s face turned stiff.
“Oscar!”
Calling his name urgently, Cielo rushed out of the clinic.
He ran as fast as he could, holding back the breath that was rising to his throat.
It wasn’t far from the clinic, just down a hallway.
The moment he turned the corner, Cielo stopped in his tracks.
“You filthy bastard! How dare you! How dare you!”
Oscar was straddling Noah, screaming like an animal, mercilessly pounding his face to a pulp.
Even that didn’t seem to satisfy his rage. He grabbed Noah’s flailing arm and snapped it.
“Aaaaargh!”
“I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you…”
Noah’s agonizing screams echoed through the corridor. But Oscar just kept repeating the same words and continued hitting him.
“S-Someone stop him! He’s going to kill him!”
At the horrified voice, Cielo slowly approached Oscar.
“Oscar.”
At that short call, Oscar froze. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at Cielo, holding his breath.
What would he say?
Would he get angry for attacking the commander of the Imperial Knights? Or scold him for his behavior?
Dozens of eyes turned toward Cielo.
But he didn’t care. He simply approached Oscar and took hold of his tightly clenched fist.
“You’re bleeding.”
“…”
“…That must hurt.”
There was no scolding. No anger.
He only looked at Oscar’s pain.
At Cielo’s quiet voice, the fury in Oscar’s eyes began to settle.
“Why…”
Why wasn’t he asking anything?
While Oscar blankly looked up at him, Cielo gently pulled on his arm.
“Let’s go. Let’s take care of your wounds first.”
With just those words, Oscar, who had stood unmoving like a stone, finally got up.
The silence that followed lingered in the space they had left behind.
Back in the room, Cielo looked over Oscar’s hand.
The skin on the back was scraped from friction and impact, but thankfully the bones were unharmed.
“If you’re ever going to hit someone again, wrap your hand with cloth. It’ll help prevent injuries.”
“…”
“And if you really have to hit someone hard to deal with… attacking them in a dark alley isn’t a bad idea.
As long as you don’t make a sound, it’ll be hard to tell who did it. Also, um…”
What else was there?
Cielo dug through memories from when he lived as Lee Eunwoo.
Back then, he’d lived a bit rough and knew more than most about fighting and getting hurt.
“…Why aren’t you asking me anything?”
Oscar looked down at the bandage being wrapped around his hand as he asked.
He had expected Cielo to scold him the moment he saw him.
To ask what he was doing, or how he could beat someone like that.
But from beginning to end, Cielo had taken only Oscar’s side.
“Is it because you don’t care about me anymore? Is that why you’re not asking?”
The words slipped out, driven by emotion Oscar didn’t mean to show.
Cielo didn’t flinch. As he calmly organized the things laid out on the table, he answered.
“That’s not it.”
“…”
“I didn’t ask because I believe you had a reason for acting that way.”
Oscar’s eyes widened at his words.
He had been sure he’d be scolded.
The Cielo he knew hated violence and disorder.
Even people who had known Oscar for years were quick to criticize him after seeing how he’d changed.
But Cielo alone never blamed him.
“And who said that? That I don’t care anymore.”
“…”
“Even if you don’t want me to, I’ll keep caring about you for the rest of my life.
Because we were once teacher and student. That connection alone is enough for me.”
Yes. Even if Oscar no longer wanted that relationship.
“And what if it’s not teacher and student anymore, but just person to person?
Would you still care about me for the rest of your life?”
Cielo’s eyes widened at his question.
He knew exactly what Oscar was really asking.
“…Of course.”
Because Cielo loved Oscar that much.
“I don’t understand.”
“…”
“Why are you being so kind to me… when you have no intention of accepting my feelings?
If I tell you I love you, you’re just going to say no.”
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