Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 69.2
“……”
“I didn’t heal him. I was too offended.”
Oscar threw the words out bluntly, as if saying Pielago should understand that much, and turned away to head into the estate.
“Cielo!”
At that moment, Ryan came rushing out from inside.
“What the hell happened that you couldn’t even send a word?!”
As Ryan raised his voice, Oscar glared at him sharply.
“Please prepare a room first.”
“……”
“With Master in this state, surely you’re not thinking of interrogating us first?”
At Oscar’s words, Ryan clenched his teeth.
He looked like he wanted to demand why Pielago was standing behind them or what that lightning strike he’d heard near the Esteban estate had been about.
But in the end, even he seemed to understand that Cielo’s condition came first. Fixing Pielago with a long stare, Ryan finally turned his back and said,
“……Follow me.”
***
Sol was imprisoned in the underground dungeon of the Doberman mansion.
Not only had he committed an offense against Cielo, but he had yet to come to his senses—so Ryan had locked him up in the cold to cool his head.
“Brother…!”
Sol’s face was a wreck, as if someone had beaten him to a pulp. Covered in bruises and swollen all over, it was difficult to even recognize what he originally looked like.
Staggering up to the iron bars, Pielago gently caressed Sol’s cheek and murmured,
“You’re safe…”
“……Yeah.”
“You’re really alive…”
Seeing Pielago lower his head like he was about to cry, Sol gave a slow nod.
“……He let me live. Cielo did.”
That day still played in his mind.
He had thought Cielo would surely kill him. But instead, Cielo spared his life.
“Please… let him live.”
He had been sure he would die.
Sol had truly tried to kill Cielo. Had Ryan not arrived when he did, Sol would have driven the blade into his heart.
And yet, Cielo had spared him.
“Why didn’t he kill me…? Ah, of course. Maybe… maybe he was afraid of being condemned for killing his brother?”
“Do you think I care about such rumors at this point?”
“……”
“I just think… you and I still have things to talk about. That’s why I’m postponing it for now.”
As if to say: killing you can wait.
Cielo had turned his back on Sol and wandered around the estate. Watching that back, Sol felt something deeply off.
Cielo had once feared this estate more than anything else. It was the place where he had become a sacrificial tool for summoning a demon, where he’d come to understand he might die.
But now, Cielo was calmly standing his ground, facing that impending death.
He had every reason to rage, to curse, to despise Sol—and yet, he let him live, and talked of having a conversation.
“I wanted to break him.”
“……”
“But he wouldn’t break.”
Sol leaned his forehead against the bars and muttered.
If every moment of his life had been made miserable.
If he came to realize that no one in the world loved him.
If he understood that death was the only place left to turn.
Then surely, he would break.
“……But he didn’t.”
“……”
“Just like you said, in the end, the ones who broke were us.”
Pielago whispered, pushing his hand through the bars.
In the deep, deep underground dungeon of the Doberman mansion, the only sound for a long time was the quiet sobbing of two broken brothers.
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