Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 91.2
“How… how are you here…?”
Eli wasn’t the only one around. The imperial knights lying collapsed on the ground made it clear that Cielo wasn’t hallucinating.
“First, let’s get you to safety for now. We don’t know when the monsters might come again.”
At Eli’s words, Cielo grabbed his arm and shook his head.
“Oscar… I have to find Oscar and Ryan.”
“……”
“Haven’t you seen where they are? I swear, they were just here not long ago… Ever since I was briefly trapped in the mansion, I haven’t seen them. Haven’t you seen them at all?”
At Cielo’s desperate voice, Eli hesitated, his lips parting slightly as if to respond. But instead of answering aloud, he took Cielo by the wrist and led him behind the knights.
“Your Highness, we must find them. So—”
“They’re in the back.”
“…What?”
“The two you’re looking for, they’re in the temporary tent with the wounded.”
At the mention of “the wounded,” the color drained from Cielo’s face. Were they injured? No—maybe they just ended up there because there were so many injured people. That had to be it.
Cielo forced strength into his knees, which threatened to give out, and followed behind Eli.
Thump, thump, thump.
His fear-filled heart pounded wildly in his chest. It felt like he would stop breathing any moment. His body was being consumed by overwhelming anxiety.
And when he finally stood in front of the temporary tent—
“O… scar…?”
Cielo called his name, but Oscar gave no reply.
Lying amidst the crowd, Oscar’s body was covered in slashes and torn wounds. But the worst injury was on his head.
As if struck by something massive, blood poured endlessly from it.
“Bring more hot water! And clean cloths!”
Ryan, seated beside him, was pressing down on Oscar’s wound. Desperately trying to save him, Ryan was also covered in injuries.
As Cielo staggered closer, the people surrounding them stepped aside one by one.
Since Cielo had arrived, they hoped the worst had passed. Their eyes were filled with relief and expectation—but to Cielo, only Ryan and Oscar were visible.
“Oscar…”
Reaching out, Cielo gently caressed his cheek. His bandaged head was soaked with blood, and his face and eyes had turned dark and ashen from monster venom.
Lifting his head slowly, Cielo looked at Ryan, who sat across from him.
Though Ryan wasn’t as incapacitated as Oscar, his body too was showing signs of venom spreading from the monster’s attacks.
“It’s… it’s over.”
“What do you mean, over…?”
“We’re free of the sacrifice. It’s all… thanks to the two of you.”
Suppressing the rising dread and grief, Cielo forced his voice to stay calm.
Just then, Oscar’s eyes slowly opened at the sound of Cielo’s voice.
“Ma… ster…”
As he groaned, sounding on the verge of death, Cielo gripped his hand tightly.
“It won’t hurt anymore.”
“……”
“Thank you for holding on.”
Whispering gently, Cielo slowly turned to Ryan.
“…I’m sorry, Ryan.”
“Huh?”
“I’m sorry, Oscar.”
Reaching out, Cielo pulled Ryan’s hand closer and locked eyes with them both.
‘If I use my power in this state…’
He might not survive.
Just as the demon said, Cielo’s body was already pushed to its limits. If not for the single thought of finding Ryan and Oscar, he likely would have collapsed the moment the duel ended.
“…I should have loved you more.”
They say people have countless regrets right before death.
Even though he had whispered his love, shown his heart, and looked at them with all he had—he still regretted not doing more.
“If only we had met a little earlier…”
But more than regret, what followed was guilt.
“I’m sorry… for giving you the same wounds again.”
“Cielo, you…”
“But I don’t want to live on… while leaving you behind.”
His life only held meaning because of them.
At that moment, a light more radiant than ever before burst from Cielo’s body.
And then—
With a violent cough of blood, Cielo’s heart fell into a silent sleep.
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