Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 5.1
“Master, the bathwater is ready!”
At Oscar’s voice, Cielo slowly lifted his body.
However, a wave of dizziness distorted his vision, and he had to stop and clutch his head, frowning.
“Master…”
Oscar looked at Cielo with a face full of concern. It was the first time he’d seen Cielo in this much pain since they met.
Oscar, who had been biting his lips, hesitantly reached out his hand. It was a silent offer, to lean on him even if it was too much to bear.
“Are you… worried about me?”
“Th-that is… I’m sorry. I overstepped…”
“Overstepped?”
To Oscar, Cielo was clearly a terrible person. He hit others, spoke harshly, and probably didn’t show a hint of kindness.
And yet, Oscar was worried about him.
‘Why… would anyone be so kind?’
Without realizing it, Cielo reached out toward Oscar. Surprised, Oscar tightly shut his eyes, but Cielo’s slender fingers simply ruffled his hair lightly.
“I’ll feel better after some rest. Thank you for worrying about me.”
Speaking like someone making a guess, Cielo staggered toward the bathroom.
With each step, he shed pieces of clothing like a snake shedding its skin. When he finally entered the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror.
Sky-blue hair flowing down to his waist. Blue eyes hidden beneath long lashes—so mysterious, they could belong to a spirit.
Not only that, his small face was delicately and perfectly shaped, with no single feature out of place.
They said Alphas and Omegas had outstanding appearances. It wasn’t a lie. No, it went beyond “outstanding”—this was a face that could seduce anyone, a hundred out of a hundred, if he tried.
Cielo stepped closer to the mirror and touched his face.
But unlike his beautiful appearance, the expression on his face looked either angry or depressed. The corners of his mouth drooped, and his sharply upturned eyes made him look sensitive.
‘He’s so young…’
Why had a child, not yet an adult, made life so difficult for those around him with so much discontent? Was it just his innate personality, or had his environment twisted him?
“…There’s no such thing as a villain without a reason.”
It was just that the author had written Cielo to be awful, so he acted in terrible ways.
Shaking his head as if to dismiss the thought, Cielo dipped into the warm water. As warmth returned to his cold body, the nausea slowly faded.
Cielo sat like that for a long time before sensing someone moving around in the room.
It wasn’t Oscar.
When he roughly wiped off the water and stepped out, a maid was setting food on the table.
The smell was appetizing, but Cielo’s face didn’t brighten. In fact, it gradually stiffened, then twisted completely.
It wasn’t the lavish food on the table that was the problem.
The problem was the plate of food, looking like dog food, placed on the floor under the table—with Oscar kneeling in front of it. He had no utensils and looked like he was about to eat with his nose to the plate.
“…What is this supposed to be?”
As Cielo’s face contorted, both Oscar and the maid flinched.
“I-I’m sorry, Lord Esteban. Is there something wrong with the food?”
The maid spoke in a trembling voice.
Cielo, who had been pressing his forehead from the dizziness, stepped forward, picked up the plate from the floor, and handed it to the maid.
“From now on, Oscar’s meals will be set on the table too. Give him proper utensils. And serve him the same food as mine.”
“…Pardon?”
The maid’s eyes widened. Her expression seemed to say, Is this man about to die or something?
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