Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 58.2
As Oscar’s face suddenly drew near, Cielo’s body pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and Oscar’s expression softened with amusement.
After locking eyes with him in silence for a long moment, Oscar placed a gentle kiss on Cielo’s cheek and stepped back.
“I shouldn’t interrupt your meal, so I’ll step out for a bit.”
Cielo watched Oscar’s retreating figure in silence and swallowed dryly.
“…To think I’d feel this way toward a disciple six years younger than me.”
It was absurd.
Cielo ran his hands through his hair.
He was sure he had only ever felt this way toward Ryan.
But now, even when he thought of Oscar, there was that same heavy feeling around his chest.
“…T-That’s impossible!”
It had to be a misunderstanding.
He was convinced of it.
***
‘Why hasn’t there been any movement?’
Resting his chin in his hand, Cielo gazed out the window.
Recently, the frequency of monster appearances has dropped significantly.
Not only that, but the incidents of Cielo clutching his chest in pain had also decreased.
That was because the twin who used Cielo as a sacrificial plaything had stopped moving.
Tap, tap, tap.
As Cielo rhythmically tapped the table, his eyes narrowed.
The Pielago he remembered was a simple man who couldn’t control his temper well.
Sol had been the one to restrain him.
Which meant that now, with Sol gone, there was no one to stop Pielago’s actions.
He had expected Pielago to act more violently and recklessly, but…
‘This silence is even more terrifying…’
It would’ve been easier if the threat was visible.
“Maybe it would be better if I made the first move.”
But he had no idea where to start or what to do.
Neither the real “Cielo” nor himself had ever been the type to take action against injustice as they were the kind who kept everything bottled up inside.
Letting out a sigh of confusion, Cielo shook his head.
If brooding over it wouldn’t lead to answers, then he needed to do what he could right now.
‘Monsters… and sacrifices.’
That book in “Cielo’s” memories, the one Sol had awakened—he had searched everywhere before burning down the villa, but there was no trace of it.
Which meant the book could be…
‘It might be at the ducal estate.’
If it was possible to make living humans into sacrifices, then there must be a way to undo the curse.
The twins had used monsters to speak to the sacrifices as if it were nothing.
While he was at it, he intended to talk properly.
He would declare that “Cielo” was not an illegitimate child, and demand they stop tormenting him.
He didn’t expect them to listen easily.
But at the very least, he could show them he wouldn’t stay silent anymore.
‘Assuming they’re even willing to have a conversation in the first place…’
Aside from that, there was one more thing he wanted to know from Typhon:
What had happened to the real Cielo’s mother—who hadn’t been seen since that day?
Was she still alive?
If not, where had she been buried?
“I’ll go, then.”
Once his mind was made up, it was best to move quickly.
Who knew what Pielago might be doing in the meantime?
“Master, where are you going?”
As Cielo walked through the hall with a coat on, Oscar approached from the distance and asked.
Behind him stood so many people it was hard to count them with one hand. Among them was Noah, the one who had vowed to serve Oscar as his elder brother.
“I have some business. I’m thinking of visiting the estate.”
“You mean the Esteban Mansion?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll go too.”
At Oscar’s words, Cielo’s eyes widened.
“Weren’t you spending time with your friends?”
At Cielo’s question, Oscar turned to look back at them.
The group stood upright and greeted him all at once.
“Greetings, Lord Esteban! I’m Amilla!”
“Hello! I’m Hanaoh!”
As he listened to each name, Cielo’s eyes widened.
He had definitely seen these names before.
In the original story, these were the people Oscar had met while avoiding “Cielo’s” gaze—they were ties from the original work.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
After the others finished greeting, Oscar spoke to a tall man standing nearby.
The man took a step forward with a hint of annoyance and gave a respectful bow.
“…It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Matthew Greymancy, Captain of the First Order of Knights.”
At the name, Cielo’s lips parted in shock.
Matthew Greymancy. Captain of the First Order of Knights.
One of the main leads in the original story and a major force who aided Oscar.
While Cielo stood there stunned, eyes wide, Matthew continued.
“I serve Lord Pascius as my elder brother.”
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