Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 62.2
Everything that came out of his mouth afterward was about how others perceived him.
That people might say he lacked the qualities to become emperor.
That since the eldest son of the Doberman family had manifested as a dominant type, the nobility’s attention would turn toward him.
Even though Eli had manifested as a recessive or an Alpha, he hadn’t heard a single word of congratulations.
“With that so-called power of yours, go train your body, hone a skill, do something! You should at least know how to kill a monster if you don’t want to be an embarrassment!”
At the emperor’s words, Eli raised his sword.
Thanks to his ability, he had been born with great strength—enough to easily overpower the weak.
But even that had its limits.
He could never defeat those who wielded their swords with real skill.
“I told you, you can’t just overpower people with brute force, especially not here. Being strong is a good thing, sure—but if you let your blade slide like that, your center collapses. Then swipe—you’re dead.”
The one who taught Eli swordsmanship wasn’t the commander of the imperial knights, nor a retired knight.
It was the eldest son of the Doberman family, Ryan Almatart Doberman—a genius unrivaled in the art of the sword.
Eli had been compared to him his entire life.
‘Someone like you…’
No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how much he tried, Eli—who was mediocre at best—could never surpass Ryan.
But the emperor kept pushing him forward, all the same.
“You can do it. You just have to. So do it! Make the impossible possible!”
The day the emperor shouted those words,
Eli suppressed the fury that surged within him and left the audience chamber.
Those outside who had overheard the shouting subtly avoided meeting his eyes.
Some even twitched the corners of their lips in a mocking grin.
That was when he met Cielo for the first time.
“There’s a reason why something is called impossible—it’s because it is.”
It had been a quiet murmur.
Not a mocking voice, not a sarcastic or scornful look.
Just a quiet critique of an emperor spouting ridiculous expectations.
“Do you… think that way, too?”
When Eli asked, the gaze that held the color of the sky softly tinted the ashen world around them.
“Yes.”
Leaving only that short reply, Cielo walked into the audience chamber with an indifferent expression.
Thump.
It was a feeling Eli had never experienced before.
Even though everyone else saw him through the lens of judgment, Cielo alone did not.
Genuine indifference.
An honest reaction to what he had said.
That alone was enough to pique Eli’s interest, and from that day on, he developed a deep curiosity about Cielo.
But those feelings were soon tainted with betrayal.
“…A dominant omega?”
He even heard Cielo was now a royal healer, treated with utmost care in the imperial palace.
That meant Cielo was someone who had never known despair or inferiority the way Eli had.
“Why…?”
Because Cielo had understood his feelings, Eli thought he must have been in a similar position.
That he had found someone with the same wounds, someone with whom he could share conversations and comfort.
But he was wrong.
“Again, I’m the only one…”
From that point on, Eli started to spiral.
Still, he didn’t express anger toward Cielo or treat him poorly.
He didn’t act high and mighty just because Cielo was a dominant omega or a healer.
But something in his chest remained unsettled.
Unable to control it, that vague unease began to show itself as anger.
He started using his power to crush the ones who pointed fingers and whispered behind his back.
He thought, ‘If I act like this, maybe the emperor will finally listen to me.’
But that was Eli’s delusion.
“Do you know what people are saying about you? That you’re the disaster of the Empire—the disaster!”
“…”
“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening…!”
The emperor tried desperately to rebuild Eli’s shattered reputation.
And the one who was sacrificed in the process—was none other than Cielo.
They placed Cielo beside him, saying he had a poor reputation and bad behavior.
If Cielo could be shown obediently staying under control, they thought, it would prove Eli was capable of taming even a dominant omega healer from the royal household.
“Disgusting…”
He hated all of it. Every last bit.
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