Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 63.2
And for the first time, Eli felt free in this place.
“You’re really strong! Can you lift that too?”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
For the first time in his life, he was praised.
The people here accepted Eli just as he was.
They didn’t say his ability was insignificant.
They simply helped him use what he had to the best of his ability.
Whether Alpha or Omega—it didn’t matter.
This was a place where one could live and be acknowledged simply as a person.
That place was this small village.
It wasn’t luxurious like his days as a crown prince,
Nor did people exalt and revere him,
But everything about it was enough.
And Eli realized—
This was what he had always wanted.
***
After finishing his story, Eli bit his lip hard.
He didn’t say more, but the expression on his face was steeped in deep regret.
He opened and closed his lips several times, but in the end, couldn’t bring himself to apologize.
All he could do was lower his head.
“That’s not what you came here to say, is it?”
Eventually, Oscar, frustrated, raised an eyebrow and spoke.
But Eli still couldn’t open his mouth.
All he could do was clench his fists tightly.
“I… don’t know if I have the right to ask for your forgiveness.”
“What…?”
“I tried to stay out of your sight for the rest of my life.”
Even offering an apology felt like hypocrisy.
After all, Eli had used Cielo for his own happiness.
He had never once considered Cielo’s feelings.
And now, to say he was happy and comfortable, and then ask for forgiveness—it felt like self-serving deceit.
That’s why he couldn’t bring himself to say it easily.
“Do you know what the hardest thing in the world is?”
“…”
“Admitting one’s own mistakes. And lowering your head to someone below you. But Your Highness has just done both—the two hardest things of all.”
Even if everything he had just said were excuses for what he’d done, Cielo didn’t care.
Even if they were lies, it didn’t matter.
As long as Eli felt remorse and was genuinely sorry, that was enough.
Because if someone went this far to express it, they wouldn’t repeat the same behavior again.
“People say that humans live making countless mistakes. I myself have hurt Oscar in ways I can never undo… and I’m still trying to change.”
Saying so, Cielo extended his hand toward Eli.
The man who had been sitting far away slowly rose and walked toward him.
Leaning back against the bedframe, Cielo took Eli’s hand and said:
“Hardships will come again. There will be more crises.”
“…”
“So let’s do our best, together. Even if pain like the past returns, let’s not repeat the same mistakes. Let’s make better choices next time.”
Eli stared at Cielo in a daze as those gentle words came from someone who had always refused him.
Thump. Thump.
His heart began to race.
Before he realized it, Eli’s face had turned completely red, and he flinched, stepping back several paces from Cielo.
He was so startled that his pheromones lost control, spilling into the room.
“…N-No! This isn’t— I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! The pheromones just—!”
Flustered, Eli rushed to the window and flung it open, doing everything he could to prevent his pheromones from reaching Cielo—
“Pheromones? What pheromones?”
Cielo only blinked, as if he truly felt nothing.
“‘What pheromones,’ you say…”
Oscar trailed off as he walked toward Cielo.
He wondered if Cielo was just enduring it for Eli’s sake—but the look in Cielo’s eyes said otherwise.
He truly seemed to feel nothing at all.
“You can’t smell pheromones…?”
At Eli’s murmur, Oscar’s face turned stone-cold.
There was no way a dominant omega couldn’t detect an alpha’s pheromones.
Could it be that something had gone seriously wrong in his body after tumbling down the cliff and pushing himself so hard to get back?
Oscar swallowed hard and stepped up to Cielo.
“Can you smell my pheromones?”
“Your pheromones… since earlier…”
Before Cielo could finish, Oscar grabbed him by the shoulders.
And in that moment—he released his pheromones.
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