Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 68.1
“It was an essential part… you say?”
“Your failure to remain pure.”
At Typhon’s words, Cielo’s face twisted.
But Typhon didn’t care in the slightest, continuing on as if he hadn’t noticed.
“Do you have any idea… any idea how long I’ve spent preparing? How carefully I had all sorts of Alphas rub their pheromones onto you, so that the demons would see you as someone desired by many? All to spark their greed? And yet, because of one fleeting moment of pleasure, you’ve rendered the entire plan worthless!”
Wobbling, Typhon rose from the bed and came over to grab Cielo’s shoulder, shouting in his face.
But perhaps realizing there was nothing he could do now, he soon spoke again with a tone of resignation.
“The body meant to be offered has been defiled… which means we’ll need to prepare a new sacrifice.”
“……”
“It’s a shame he isn’t an Omega, but… that Pielago boy has still managed to preserve his purity. So then…”
Staggering to his feet, Typhon picked up the cane he had tossed aside.
When he struck the floor with it—crack!—a burst of flame erupted, and the ropes binding Pielago disintegrated into ash.
Watching silently, Typhon then threw a dagger down at Pielago’s feet.
“Kill the former sacrifice with your own hand.”
“……”
“If the one once chosen as a sacrifice is killed by your hand, the contract will naturally pass to you. You will become the new offering.”
The way Typhon spoke so kindly made him seem utterly insane. How could anyone speak so casually about killing their own child?
The shock must have paralyzed Pielago as well, for even though the ropes were gone, he remained limp on the floor, unmoving.
“Cielo’s not an… not an illegitimate child… he’s not a bastard…”
“What does it matter now that he’s not illegitimate? Pull yourself together, Pielago. You must avenge your brother, the one Cielo killed.”
At Typhon’s words, Pielago slowly turned his eyes toward Cielo.
“My brother…”
Blank and lifeless, Pielago finally spoke, his cracked voice barely audible. His dulled blue eyes stared straight at Cielo.
“Did you… really kill him?”
The mansion had burned, and not a trace of Sol remained. No matter how kind or gentle someone might be, if they were nearly killed, they wouldn’t spare their attacker.
Typhon curled his lips into a faint smile and stepped back several paces.
All he had to do now was watch. Everything would play out on its own. At the right moment, he would simply seize what he wanted.
“You really… really killed Sol… my brother… you…”
Cielo slowly rose to his feet at Pielago’s question. His stomach still ached from the blow, but not so much that he couldn’t move.
Approaching Pielago, he spoke in a low voice, just enough for him to hear.
“He’s alive.”
“L-lies…”
At Pielago’s response, Cielo slipped a hand into his coat. He took out the dagger he had kept and placed it into Pielago’s hand.
“He told me to give this to you, if you didn’t believe me.”
“T-this is…”
“Sol is alive.”
He didn’t know how this could possibly prove that Sol was still alive.
But Sol had said it, clearly.
“Pielago won’t believe you even if you tell him I’m alive. So… take this. It’ll help, even if just a little.”
Apparently, his words were true.
“He’s alive… my brother’s still alive…”
Lying motionless, Pielago now slowly raised his body.
He stared at the dagger in his hand for a long time. Then, holding it close to his chest, he lifted his head and locked eyes with Cielo.
“I didn’t know… I didn’t know anything…”
“……”
“I didn’t know you were really my brother… didn’t know anything…”
Pielago murmured, then bit his lip and bowed his head. The emotion on his face was unmistakable—guilt.
“We have… a lot to talk about.”
“……”
“So please, will you help me?”
Would Pielago take his hand?
Even if he had lived deceived by Typhon, he was still, after all, an Esteban.
So this was a gamble.
A gamble on whether a brother bound by blood would listen to him—if only just this once.
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