Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 90.1
“Huh?”
“…I didn’t expect we’d meet like this.”
A face he had only drawn in dreams for nearly twenty years. After his life as “Lee Eunwoo” ended, not even a photo of that face remained. He had never thought he would come face-to-face with it again.
“Father.”
A word he had thought he would never say again.
At Cielo’s voice, the man raised an eyebrow, then glanced around cautiously. Soon after, he smiled gently and replied,
“Yes, my son.”
The moment he heard that reply, Cielo bit down hard on his lip. As his head hung low, the “father’s” voice continued overhead.
“I missed you, my son.”
That gentle voice ached painfully in his chest. Listening quietly, Cielo slowly curled the hand gripping his sword.
“Enough talking. Let’s send him off now. That way, you’ll save them, and you’ll feel at peace, won’t you?”
As if he had already braced himself, Cielo picked up his sword. At his side, the demon muttered under his breath.
Taking a deep breath, Cielo pointed the blade at the man’s neck. Yet the man only stared at Cielo’s face, as if time had stopped, or as if he couldn’t see anything else.
“…I’m glad I could see your face again, even like this.”
Now, there was no way to know what his father had truly felt back then. He had always been a man who never shared what was in his heart, someone who hid everything behind a smile.
That was why, if he ever met his father again, there was something Cielo had always wanted to say.
“I won’t blame Mother or myself for why you left.”
That had already been done over and over for the ten years after his father abandoned them.
“And I won’t curse you for disappearing without a word.”
Because during those ten years, he couldn’t bear the abuse from his mother, and ended up endlessly resenting them both.
“I’m now trying to leave the two of you behind and find my own happiness.”
“……”
“So I hope… even for just a single moment, that you were happy too.”
From the bottom of his heart, he sincerely wished for that.
“Goodbye.”
Wearing a calm smile, Cielo took a deep breath and swung his sword.
But the sword did not move in the direction the demon expected. The blade that seemed as though it would cut through the man’s neck flew instead toward the demon.
“What the…!”
The demon only stepped back once and didn’t avoid the strike.
Shhk—!
The sharp blade tore through flesh, and the sensation ran vividly through Cielo’s fingertips. The gruesome feeling made him clench his teeth, but still, he drove the sword in with all his strength to ensure the kill.
“…Ha!”
The demon let out a bitter laugh and grabbed the back of Cielo’s hand, as if to stop him, as if saying it was enough. Cielo slowly lifted his head.
“Didn’t expect you’d actually try to kill me. Didn’t you hate your father?”
His throat clenched.
Dark red blood spilled from the demon’s mouth. He wiped it roughly with the back of his hand and waited for Cielo’s reply.
“I do hate him.”
“Then why stab me?”
“Because that man isn’t my real father.”
“…Hah. When did you figure it out?”
“From the moment you spoke to me.”
Cielo let out a bitter smile and lowered his gaze.
Most likely, the demon had recreated the image of his father based on the memories in his head.
This moment was the most vividly remembered day of all. The day his usually neglectful father suddenly suggested they all go to an amusement park.
“We don’t even have money. What amusement park? If you’ve got that kind of money, pay the electricity bill instead!”
Young Eunwoo had known what those words really meant but had pretended not to.
Their family had never once gone out anywhere together, so when his father said that, he wanted to act like a clueless child clinging to that hope.
That day was the first time the three of them went out together. They wore the cleanest clothes they had, and for the first time in his life, he tasted a hamburger.
“Do you know what this is, Eunwoo? It’s called a subway. If you ride it, you can get really far in no time! Not just across Seoul, but even to the airport.”
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