Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 70.2
Typhon forbade the twins from meeting their mother. He grabbed them by the collars and shouted that they must never meet her, must never even be curious about her.
“I will never let anyone see her. Aire is mine. Only I will look at her. Only I will possess her!”
He had never seemed like a sane person to begin with, but the moment Aire was mentioned, he acted like a madman.
As if the whole world was conspiring to take Aire away from him. As if he had to protect her from everyone.
“If I ever hear you mention her name again…”
Typhon choked Sol and Pielago.
As though he would truly kill them. He couldn’t contain his emotions and even released a dense wave of pheromones.
“You’ll die.”
From that day on, Sol and Pielago erased all curiosity about their mother from their minds.
“…If she hasn’t shown up even when we’re going through all this, then she must not love us either.”
“…Yeah. I think so too.”
Children who grow up unloved tend to crave affection excessively. They cling to anyone they see—regardless of age or gender—yearning for even the slightest affection.
But…
“L-Lord Pielago, you mustn’t be here. Please return to your room.”
“This isn’t something you should be doing, milord. It’s our job.”
The servants of the estate kept their distance from the twins, who were to be heirs of the Esteban family.
“Esteban? So you’re the twins from the rumors. Hey, want to come visit our estate? I’ll treat you to something nice. In return… can you speak well of our family to the Duke?”
Some people approached them with ulterior motives. Not because of Sol and Pielago’s own talents or personalities, but because they needed Esteban.
In the end, there was no one in the world the twins could trust with all their hearts.
“Brother…”
“Yeah?”
“What if I’m just a useless person who can’t do anything?”
At Pielago’s question, Sol gently took his brother’s hand.
“If you’re useless, then I’m useless too.”
“…”
“If I were worthless, would you stop liking me?”
To that, Pielago shook his head fiercely.
“Even if you were dumb… or a bad person, I’d still stay by your side.”
“…”
“I’ll always be on your side, no matter what!”
Mumbling, Pielago finally burst into tears and threw his arms around Sol.
From the moment they were born, they had been denied by their parents, and the world only kept them close when it needed something from them.
On the day they fully realized that cold cruelty, Sol and Pielago understood:
That in this world, the only ones they could lean on were each other. Only they, who had felt the same things and lived the same experiences, could fully understand one another.
And strangely, accepting that reality brought them relief.
They didn’t have to trust anyone else.
They didn’t have to express their emotions to anyone else.
They just had to live how they wanted, and take care of each other—and that would be enough.
Even so, the still-young twins secretly yearned for Typhon’s attention.
So they began to act out. Causing trouble was the only way to reach Typhon’s ears, since no matter what they did within the estate, he never noticed.
They began provoking people outside. At gatherings of future noble heirs, they would slap the son of a marquis or deliberately bully weaker children.
And their method worked perfectly. Letters criticizing Sol and Pielago began flooding into the Doberman household.
“How dare those damned little brats…!”
Typhon had shown no reaction when other families gossiped about the twins, but the moment the Doberman dukedom got involved, he reacted furiously—completely unlike his usual self.
“What kind of disgraceful behavior have you been up to to receive a letter like this?!”
That night.
Sol and Pielago were beaten so severely it defied reason. The beating didn’t stop until Typhon’s personal attendant shouted, “At this rate, they’ll die!” and forcibly intervened.
“Ha… ha…”
“Aside from when we brought up our mother, I don’t think we’ve ever been beaten this badly…”
“He must really hate the Dobermans, huh?”
“…Yeah. Seems like it.”
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