Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 96.1
Ever since hearing that Oscar had lost his memory, there had been something Cielo couldn’t stop thinking about.
‘That mark.’
Normally, the areas grazed by a monster’s poison turned black and eventually rotted. But those who survived as if by a miracle were left with darkened traces like Oscar.
‘Whether there’s any sensation left there or not…’
If remnants of the poison were still lingering in his body, there was no telling what effects it might have later. He had the power to heal others, but he couldn’t heal himself.
“I’m not in any pain. If you’re assuming my memories might come back…”
“That’s not the reason.”
“In that case, there’s even less reason to receive treatment. You don’t seem well. It would be better if you went inside and rested.”
Cielo parted his lips at Oscar’s firm response. Every time he heard him speak, it felt like the air was being knocked out of his lungs.
“Please, allow me to treat you.”
“…Is this really the time for that—”
“If you let me heal you just once, I promise I won’t bother you again saying we need to recover your memory.”
Cielo raised his head and met Oscar’s gaze. The moment confusion flashed in those violet eyes, Cielo grabbed his arm.
“Then I’ll treat you.”
“…Were you always this pushy?”
“Yes. Not all the rumors about me are lies.”
He answered shamelessly, and Oscar slightly parted his lips before exhaling a sigh.
Letting his body relax as if to say do as you wish, Oscar averted his gaze and muttered,
“Your body will be strained after treating someone.”
“…?”
“I’m asking if you’ll be all right.”
At those words, Cielo let out a soft “Ah.” Could it be—was he worried about him? Maybe, just maybe, a part of Oscar still remembered him, even if just a little.
The joy welled up out of nowhere, and he nearly broke into a foolish smile. He bit down on the soft flesh inside his mouth, trying to suppress the corners of his lips.
After clearing his throat, Cielo replied calmly.
“I’ll be fine.”
“…Ha.”
“Once I treat you, I’ll go in and rest.”
Oscar let out a long sigh at the stubborn remark.
Cielo didn’t know exactly what it was that Oscar didn’t like. Either way, removing that scar on his face came first.
“Very well, then.”
Though his voice was full of resignation, even that was enough to make Cielo happy.
Taking a deep breath, he reached out, and Oscar quietly bowed his head to present it. As Cielo placed his hand over the scarred area and slowly drew up his power, a pure white light flared from his fingertips.
“Ah…”
And just as expected, Cielo’s energy seeped into Oscar and completely erased the residual poison.
‘So I really didn’t have enough power back then.’
Right after the wager with the demon clan had ended, not only had his condition been terrible, but his strength had also been depleted.
No wonder he hadn’t succeeded.
‘If I had treated him properly back then…’
Maybe then Oscar wouldn’t have lost his memories of him.
The brief regret passed heavily through his chest. At that moment, his heart dropped and heat suddenly surged to his face.
“…Hup!”
Cielo staggered backward, covering his mouth. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, a burning heat bloomed, and uncontrollable Omega pheromones began to fill the air.
‘Heat cycle…!’
He clamped his hand over his mouth, quickly checking Oscar’s expression. Sure enough, Oscar looked startled, as if he had caught the sudden scent.
“This scent…”
“It’s—it’s nothing…”
He had to run. Now.
Of course, he didn’t really think Oscar would say such a thing—but he still couldn’t be sure.
“So your memories haven’t returned, and now you’re trying to use your body to get to me?”
What if he said something like that?
Terrified, Cielo forced strength into his trembling legs and rushed out of the room. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t stop running.
He was worried another Alpha might catch his scent and come looking for him, but more than anything else, all Cielo could think was—
Please, don’t let Oscar see me as strange.
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