Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 72.2
“It’s not some ability. It’s what they call magic…!”
“Cielo!”
Sol, who had been listening to the conversation, called out Cielo’s name in a loud voice. Surprised, Cielo opened his eyes wide and quickly covered his mouth when he saw Sol’s angry face.
Cielo, who had been sitting casually under the tree, ran over and grabbed the hem of Sol’s clothes.
“I-I’m sorry… You told me not to say anything, but I… I just, it just slipped out…”
“It just slipped out?”
Could he really have said that without knowing anything?
Where did this child’s words and actions come from — how much was intentional, and how much was truly unknowing?
“…Go back to your room.”
Cielo nodded vigorously at Sol’s words and quickly ran into the mansion.
The gardener, who had been standing awkwardly in the middle, let out a small cough and turned away.
After that day, the Esteban estate never saw that gardener again.
***
The brothers were the kind of people who stood by each other even if the whole world turned its back on them.
But Cielo was not on Sol and Pielago’s side.
He pretended to be harmless, to be cute, to stop them—but that wasn’t the truth.
What he was actually doing was bringing society’s judgment down upon Pielago’s actions, as if to say he was in the wrong.
But Cielo’s actions didn’t stop there.
“I said no…!”
He tried to control Pielago’s behavior.
“I read it in a book. If you do this, it breaks the law…”
He acted high and mighty just because he read a few books, constantly looking down on his older brothers.
“If you do this… Father will get angry…”
It was as if he knew exactly who the two feared most.
“Sol, Pielago did it again…!”
He even tried to drive a wedge between Sol and Pielago.
“You bastard child…”
That was when the twins realized.
There was no way that thing shared their blood.
So they acted on impulse.
Cielo, looking pitifully at Pielago, disgusted them. So they pushed him down the stairs.
They hoped he would die.
They hated him for daring to try and come between them.
But somewhere in the back of their minds was the thought that maybe Cielo really was their little brother.
If he truly was, then they should have taught him that what he was doing was wrong.
But the rage that surged inside them, the emotions they couldn’t control, overwhelmed them.
It was nauseating.
They wanted to erase that existence from in front of their eyes.
But then—
“An omega?”
Typhon had said it himself:
No omega could ever be born in the Esteban family.
So when Sol and Pielago manifested as alphas, he had been pleased. “At least you’re doing something worthy of the Esteban name,” he had said with satisfaction.
But Cielo was an omega.
“And on top of that… a healing ability?”
Typhon had been right.
Cielo had come to deceive Sol and Pielago.
He was there to take everything they had, even the few things they still clung to.
He was there to steal everything that belonged to Esteban.
He had to be stopped.
He would be stopped, and they would show the difference between a bastard child and a true heir.
But as time passed, Cielo’s fame soared.
Unlike the twins, who were recessive, Cielo had dominant traits.
That alone was enough to get people talking.
And then, in the year Cielo turned fourteen—
Typhon, who always scolded them by comparing them to Cielo, said this:
“If we leave things as they are, Cielo will swallow the entire Esteban house.”
“…”
“This is your last chance. Now that I think about it, Sol, didn’t you dabble in magic a few years ago?”
Grinning, Typhon bared his teeth and handed Sol a thick book.
Unlike the books of magic Sol had read as a child, this one radiated a chilling, unpleasant aura.
“Do exactly as it says in there.”
“…”
“As for the material… Well, that child should do.”
“…”
“I believe in you.”
Typhon patted Sol and Pielago on the shoulders with a sinister smile.
And yet, that day—for the first time in their lives—they heard Typhon say the words “I believe in you.”
Their hearts swelled.
“…We can do it.”
The desire to be acknowledged.
It was for that alone that the twins picked up the knife.
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