Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 71.2
Just as Pielago had said, Cielo was a person of a completely different nature from the twins.
He was a timid boy who casually said things that would make him seem weak.
And yet, despite that, his curiosity far surpassed that of Sol and Pielago. He stayed cooped up in the library all day.
“Look at this, big brother. There’s something called magic.”
Cielo, flashing a bright smile that showed his teeth, held out a book to Sol and Pielago.
The book—one the twins hadn’t even known existed in the library—contained records about “magic,” a power that had disappeared long ago.
“It says that no matter how far away someone is, you could still tell if they were alive or dead? You’d cast something called a spell each time to do that?”
“That’s so inefficient. Aren’t there people who have abilities that just tell you that sort of thing?”
“Right? It’s totally outdated.”
Though they dismissed it as old-fashioned, Sol found himself deeply intrigued by this thing called magic.
Even if one wasn’t born with an innate ability, with enough intelligence and understanding, they could wield great power like Typhon.
It was a field of study that was incredibly alluring and tempting.
“…This is an amazing discovery.”
Murmuring to himself, Sol ruffled Cielo’s hair roughly.
For the twins, who had no power to fight monsters, magic was like a gift.
From that day on, Sol began locking himself away in the library with Cielo.
Pielago, uninterested in magic, complained and asked to play, but Sol chose to focus more on studying magic.
Two months passed like that.
“Look at this!”
Sol had finally managed to use magic for the first time.
He could conjure water from thin air and summon gusts of wind.
“If I keep honing this power, I’ll definitely…”
He’d be able to defeat that damned Doberman—or mutt, whatever he was.
“I’m really grateful to you, Cielo.”
“Huh?”
“If it weren’t for you, I never would’ve even known magic existed in the world.”
Sol gave a soft smile, and Cielo returned it with a bright one.
However, Typhon did not look kindly on the twins spending time with Cielo.
Cielo should have been punished for staying with Ire, yet there he was laughing and playing with the brothers.
So Typhon began saying things to the twins directly—things that he’d normally only share among adults.
“That boy is not your younger brother.”
“What do you mean, not our brother…?”
“He’s illegitimate.”
At those words, Pielago tilted his head, not knowing what “illegitimate” meant.
But Sol understood Typhon perfectly.
Another lie…
There was no way Cielo was illegitimate.
His sky-blue hair and clear blue eyes were a perfect match for Typhon’s—and theirs.
He must have done something to upset Father again.
Sol didn’t believe a word Typhon said.
He had said similar things before whenever Sol and Pielago failed to meet his expectations.
“Just ignore what Father says. Cielo is definitely our brother.”
“Okay, got it.”
Pielago accepted Sol’s words without question.
Even if Cielo thought differently or was emotionally fragile, he was definitely their little brother.
If he wasn’t, why would he go out of his way to share something so helpful with them, without asking for anything in return?
And so, a year passed.
Not a long time, but not a short one either.
During that time, the bond between the three slowly deepened.
Of course, there were plenty of times Pielago got mad because of Cielo’s words.
Whenever Pielago tried to do something, Cielo would come running, grab him around the waist, and say, “You’re not supposed to do that… okay?” trying to stop him.
Still, it was fine.
They thought, this is what it’s like to have a sibling.
Then one day—
That long streak of peace was shattered.
It was the day Typhon returned to the mansion after being away for a long time.
Cielo had fallen asleep, tired from playing.
Sol, as usual, was studying a magic book.
It was a spell that left a trace of a soul on an object to detect whether someone was alive or dead.
It was the very same spell Cielo had first shown him.
Sol had always failed at casting it—until now.
Just as he succeeded for the first time, Typhon walked in from the inner part of the mansion and looked at Sol with a horrified expression.
“You, what have you just done?”
“F-Father. This is called magic…”
“How dare an Esteban child use forbidden sorcery!”
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