Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 47.1
There is no such thing as a villain with a just cause.
Cielo had always believed that wholeheartedly.
That was why, up until now, even when rumors spread about things he hadn’t done, he didn’t pay them much mind.
But if what Oscar said was true…
‘Then the Cielo in the novel must have ended up just the way they wanted him to.’
The Cielo in the book “All I Wanted Was to Be Loved” was thoroughly isolated according to the twins’ wishes. Even Oscar, his disciple, couldn’t distinguish what was true and what was false.
“Master.”
Oscar, who had been silent for a long time, softly called out to Cielo.
When Cielo slowly raised his head, Oscar gently shifted his body so that Cielo, leaning against his back, wouldn’t fall. He turned fully toward him and looked straight into his face before speaking.
“…It really saddens me that I’m not good with words and can’t properly express what I’m thinking right now.”
Encircling Cielo with his long legs as if to keep him within his own space, Oscar looked him directly in the eye.
“I really like you, Master.”
“……”
“Thanks to you, I felt for the first time that I actually wanted to live in this world. I’m grateful.”
There was a time when Oscar was simply waiting to die.
No matter how much he struggled against the circumstances he was trapped in, he always came out broken. There was nothing he could gain.
As more time passed, Oscar’s eyes had fixated solely on the dark swamp slowly consuming him. He endlessly waited for the moment it would swallow him whole and lead him to death.
But life changed.
Cielo had been the one to make Oscar look up to the sky instead of the ground.
This wasn’t the warmth the world had given him.
It was Cielo, and Cielo alone, who gave him the love he never even hoped for and showed him only the beautiful parts of the world.
And yet the very same Cielo who saved Oscar was still holding his breath deep underwater.
Hiding his wounds, pretending to be fine, helping those weaker than himself.
So now, Oscar wanted to be the one to reach out to him.
“I want to stay by your side.”
“……”
“I won’t ask for anything. Just… Please let me be by your side until the day I die.”
He wanted to stay beside this person who always put others first, never knowing how to comfort his own pain.
Cielo, who had been staring blankly, finally came to his senses and let out a strained chuckle.
“…What are you saying? Until the day you die? If you cling to me like that all the time, when are you planning to find your own happiness?”
“I already found it.”
He wanted to protect this beautiful person, who endured everything threatening with that small body of his.
Even if his feelings were never returned, it didn’t matter.
Just as Cielo had given Oscar the chance to dream of happiness, Oscar wanted to be someone Cielo could lean on too.
“My life has no meaning without you, Master.”
As if sensing Cielo’s wandering gaze and inner conflict, Oscar continued.
“I’m not asking for your permission. Whether you allow it or not, I’m staying.”
Speaking with playful defiance, Oscar pressed a kiss to Cielo’s cheek, full of affection.
When Cielo looked up at him, he instinctively held his breath.
The Oscar who was speaking now didn’t have the obsessive gleam in his eyes he usually carried, nor the desperation of trying to outmatch Ryan.
His violet eyes were more radiant than ever, as if all his choices had already been made.
Just like that moment in the novel when Oscar had found a reason to live—when he spoke about wanting to cherish life.
Oscar was no longer speaking from childish stubbornness. He was facing Cielo with complete sincerity and genuine desire, just as Cielo had once told him to.
Unable to choose the words to reject him, Cielo let out a sheepish laugh and muttered,
“…You’re so stubborn.”
“I am. I must’ve gotten it from you, Master.”
“……”
“You’re not alone.”
Oscar let out a quiet chuckle and opened his arms to Cielo, whispering the same words Cielo had once said to him long ago.
Watching him quietly, Cielo pressed his lips together as if he were about to burst into tears.