Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 5.2
But Cielo ignored it and turned to Oscar.
“Oscar, same goes for you. From now on, sit on a chair and eat your meals.”
“W-what? But… I haven’t done anything yet to earn your approval…”
At that moment, a voice flashed through Cielo’s mind.
“I don’t want to eat next to some useless beast-like brat.”
It was definitely something Cielo had once said to Oscar.
What a piece of trash.
The curse rose in his throat, and his jaw clenched.
Grinding his teeth, Cielo casually sat down and replied:
“You’ve successfully treated me. This is your reward.”
“M-me? I healed you?”
“Yes. As you can see, I seem fine now, don’t I?”
Oscar’s face visibly brightened. He got up from his kneeling position and approached Cielo, eyes sparkling.
“Did I really… really help you, Master?”
How many times had he been told he was worthless? Cielo bit down on the soft flesh inside his mouth and nodded.
It didn’t feel good.
How could he rebuild Oscar’s broken self-esteem? What kind of answer would make him happy right now?
Choosing his words carefully, Cielo replied, pretending to be indifferent:
“I don’t keep anyone as my disciple if they’re of no use to me.”
* * *
The next day.
When Cielo got up, he stretched big and wide, completely healed.
Yesterday’s pain had definitely been caused by using his powers—after a night’s rest, the pain was gone.
‘…Still in this body.’
He’d briefly wondered if he’d return to Lee Eunwoo’s body after sleeping, but that didn’t happen.
“Master, two knights have come to see you.”
“Knights?”
“Yes. They said it’s about the disciplinary order you received yesterday.”
At Oscar’s words, Cielo gave a short sigh and stood, pulling on his long coat.
When he opened the door, two knights politely greeted him.
“We were ordered to escort Lord Esteban to the Western Tower.”
“Until the Crown Prince lifts the order, you are to report to the Western Tower instead of the clinic.”
Their stiff expressions betrayed a hint of worry, as if wondering what havoc Cielo might wreak this time.
“Is that so.”
Cielo nodded, stroking his chin.
“The order only said to report to the Western Tower. What exactly am I supposed to do there?”
“…We’ll explain as we accompany you.”
According to them, the Western Tower housed noble prisoners, not in the underground dungeons, but above ground, where they could see others living freely and regret their crimes in envy.
“Other knights will handle the guard duty. Since you’re a healer, Lord Esteban, your main task will be tending to those who’ve returned from torture.”
“…Torture?”
“Yes. The Crown Prince said it’s up to you whether you heal them or not, but advised you to consider who would suffer more if important figures were to die.”
Cielo’s face twisted with displeasure. He didn’t know what kind of person the Crown Prince was, but it was obvious they didn’t get along.
‘Come to think of it… someone did say I got hit by the Crown Prince.’
Apparently, Cielo had been punished for injuring the Crown Prince’s face.
‘So they don’t get along, huh?’
It wasn’t in the novel, so there was no way to know for sure.
Just as he was pouting and muttering to himself, the knights brought Cielo and Oscar to the Western Tower.
Creeeaak—
The rusty iron door groaned as it opened, and years’ worth of dust blew into Cielo’s face.
Cielo used his long robe to shield Oscar from the dust, coughed, and waved his hand to clear the air.
“…There’s so much dust. Doesn’t anyone clean this place?”
Oscar might end up with respiratory issues if he stayed here.
While Cielo voiced his concern to the guarding knight, Oscar—standing behind him—lit up with hope.
Eyes sparkling with anticipation, as if thinking, ‘Maybe I can finally be of help now.’
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