Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 8.2
Standing before them, Ryan looked between the two as if he couldn’t understand what was happening.
“So, you’re saying Pascius is injured and you want him treated?”
“Yes. It would be best if you could check his whole body. Thoroughly.”
At Cielo’s response, Ryan’s eyes widened.
He had only asked without expecting a real answer, but when Cielo replied, he looked genuinely surprised.
“…Alright. I’ll talk to someone meticulous.”
Saying that, Ryan took Oscar over to a woman and left him in her care.
She was said to be the most precise and competent person in the clinic.
After leaving Oscar with her, Ryan returned to stand in front of Cielo.
Thinking he had something to say, Cielo looked up and the man swallowed dryly before calling out his name.
“Cielo.”
“Yes?”
The moment he answered reflexively, Ryan’s expression turned touched.
‘What’s with him?’
That thought only lingered briefly, Cielo soon sensed something strange.
Of all the people he’d met, no one had ever called “Cielo” that familiarly.
‘…Does he know me?’
Searching through the original novel’s details in his memory, one particular character description surfaced.
He hadn’t picked up on it earlier in the confusion, but the red-haired man had definitely been mentioned once or twice in the novel.
‘His name was definitely Ryan…’
The moment he recalled the name, his vision narrowed and a loud ringing filled his ears, like someone shouting from a distance.
“It’s hot, too hot…”
His heart pounded, heat surged through his body, and with each breath, his pheromones spilled out uncontrollably in all directions.
After treating the man who had collapsed in front of him—Ryan—his rut cycle had become distorted.
As Cielo clutched his chest and tried to step away, Ryan sat up, exhaling heavily, and grabbed Cielo’s slender wrist.
“So warm…”
It was the voice of someone who had lost their reason.
The moment Cielo tried to pull away, frozen by those words, Ryan gripped him even more tightly and yanked him closer.
He had lost control under the influence of Cielo’s pheromones.
“Let go…!”
Cielo screamed, but Ryan didn’t release him.
Instead, he pulled Cielo by the wrist and locked him in his arms.
“Cielo… you smell amazing…”
Blushing deeply, Ryan reached out to him.
Holding Cielo tightly so he couldn’t escape, Ryan buried his face in his neck and took a deep breath.
“A scent I want to smell for the rest of my life…”
Cielo found it pathetic that a friend would lose control over pheromones.
What shocked him more was that he was the one Ryan had lost control over.
Fortunately, people nearby helped pull them apart quickly.
But deep inside, Cielo was filled with betrayal and sorrow toward Ryan.
“You’re just like any other Alpha. Falling to your instincts.”
“……”
“And you thought you could protect me like that.”
With those final words, Cielo left.
From that moment on, countless memories rushed through his mind.
When Ryan tried to speak to him, Cielo wouldn’t answer.
When Ryan grabbed his wrist to stop him, Cielo would say, “I don’t talk to animals,” and leave.
Their relationship had completely fallen apart, and even up to the point before the possession, Cielo had been avoiding Ryan completely.
‘This man…’
The memories that had surfaced weren’t in the original novel.
Could it be that, because he possessed Cielo’s body, he now had access to Cielo’s memories?
Also, someone with this name and appearance had appeared in the novel.
Ryan Almatart Doberman.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke of the Doberman family, a dominant Alpha with red hair and crimson eyes.
Though not a major character in the story, he had appeared as the one who helped Oscar get back on his feet after breaking down.
He wasn’t part of the main cast, but he had once told Oscar, as if in passing, something meaningful:
“I might’ve carried you in my heart.”
He was the Emperor of this empire.
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