Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 72.1
Magic.
It was a power from long ago, used during a time when people were not born with any innate abilities.
A strange force that defied the natural flow and laws of the world. However, as this mysterious power spread across the world, incidents of monsters appearing in various regions began to increase exponentially.
The leaders of each nation concluded that magic was the cause of these monster outbreaks, and from then on, magic was banned at the national level—a forbidden art, even to this day.
“I—I didn’t know. I mean… C-Cielo was reading it, so…”
“Cielo? That lowborn brat…! Didn’t I tell you not to go near that bastard child?!”
Lies. He couldn’t believe it.
Typhon grabbed Sol’s shoulders as he stood there in shock.
“Don’t ever let anyone know that you can use magic.”
“…”
“Forget everything you’ve studied up until now.”
Typhon, who was usually only ever angry, spoke in a serious tone. His expression made it clear that this was something that absolutely must not get out.
“Why did Cielo… tell me about it then…”
“He’s a bastard. He must know that you and Pielago were born with what he wasn’t. Do you think he could stand it, seeing what he can never have?”
“…”
“Remember this well. If you leave him alone, that boy will steal everything you have.”
Typhon’s words stabbed into Sol like a knife.
Under normal circumstances, he would’ve dismissed it as another lie—but that day, the words struck his chest far too deeply.
If he’d just looked a little more into it, he would have known those were lies.
But Typhon’s uncharacteristically shaken reaction… and the idea that Cielo, whom he trusted, had betrayed him—it was all too much. Sol stopped thinking altogether.
The next day.
Typhon burned every magic book in the study. He even secretly killed the servant who knew Sol could use magic, making sure not a sound or whisper escaped.
It was an extreme reaction, completely unlike Typhon. As if it were truly unthinkable for anyone to know about the use of magic.
And Cielo seemed deeply saddened.
“Big brother looked so happy…”
Cielo said he was sad because he could no longer spend time with Sol.
But to Sol—who had been swayed by Typhon’s words—it sounded like, “The tool I would’ve used to drag you into ruin is gone.”
“…It was never meant for me in the first place. If I were truly an Esteban, I should’ve been born with greater abilities.”
“B-But being born with something… that’s just luck… isn’t it?”
“…”
“I already think you’re really amazing, big brother…”
Cielo, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke, looked so lovable. But Sol, already wounded, could no longer take his words at face value.
And so, for nearly a month, Sol avoided Cielo.
At the end of that time, he came to a conclusion.
“…It must’ve been a misunderstanding.”
Cielo was only eight years old.
There was no way a child who had just turned eight could intentionally push him into ruin in such a cruel way.
Having organized his thoughts, Sol went looking for Cielo again.
Since Cielo always pouted and said Sol passed by without noticing him, today Sol planned to hold his hand and maybe even eat together.
While searching for Cielo, Sol found him in the garden, chattering away.
“Pielago is scary. He always gets mad at me, you know? Ah! But I really like Sol. He’s super nice… and really mature.”
The gardener listening had a dull, uninterested expression, clearly not wanting to hear what Cielo was saying.
“That gardener doesn’t seem to be listening to a word you’re saying…”
From a distance, Sol crossed his arms and looked between Cielo and the gardener.
Even though the gardener showed no signs of responding, Cielo kept talking.
The reason was obvious.
Everyone in the mansion treated Cielo like he didn’t exist.
Pielago must have gone off somewhere and wasn’t playing with him, so Cielo had come to the gardener, the only one who might still respond to him.
“Ah! And Sol is really amazing too! He made water and fire appear out of thin air…!”
“Hm? Since when did young master Esteban have such powers? That doesn’t match what I know…”
For the first time, the gardener, who had looked bored for so long, turned to Cielo and asked.
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