Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 19: Disgusting

Disgusting

"Divine Doctor Amara, if it’s convenient, I’d like to visit your home in a few days. I’ve heard that Old Divine Doctor Ravenswood’s medical skills are extraordinary, and I’d like to learn from him."

Just then, a shift crossed Amara Ravenswood’s face as the last word hung still.

Out of nowhere, the warmth in her face disappeared, swapped for a coldness so sudden it almost burned. Not once did she glance back at Evan. With her eyes pointed elsewhere, every syllable cut through the air - precise, unforgiving.

"Not convenient, not welcome, don’t come."

Turning away, she gave him her full back, like just being near him left a stain.

Her stomach turned the moment his face came into view.

A weight pressed deep inside Evan’s ribs, sudden and silent. Breath caught mid-draw, sharp at the back of his throat. Heat climbed through him, not anger exactly but close enough - fingers curled without asking. The air seemed thicker now, harder to move through.

A beginning like none before it.

Few moments stretched as long as this one, when every word felt wrong. A lifetime of charm now gone quiet. Silence sat heavier than usual. This was new ground, unsteady beneath his feet. Never before had someone slipped through his grasp so completely.

Never.

Still, losing control wasn’t an option at this moment. Here, of all places. Not until things reached their point. The scheme remained incomplete - Bianca De Dominicis lingered close, motionless, her red gaze steady, taking in every shift without reaction.

Breathing didn’t come easy. He made it happen anyway. In through the nose. Out slow, like smoke.

A flicker in his eyes gave it away - they settled on Ryan De Dominic. Not by accident. With weight. A pause did more than words ever could. Then silence, thick and chosen.

Ryan understood immediately.

Up he stood, tugging at his sleeves, then moved toward Bianca with a grin - too smooth to feel real.

"By the way, sis," Ryan said lightly, as if nothing awkward had just happened. "Let me introduce a young talent to you. This is Evan - Divine Doctor Evan. His medical skills are on par with Divine Doctor Amara."

A hush followed his next breath, the irritation sinking low where light rarely reaches. Up came the grin again - crooked, known well by now - not just a shape but armor worn smooth.

A figure moved ahead, spine straight, offering his palm to Bianca without a word. Then stillness settled between them like dust after motion. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Miss De Dominicis, nice to meet you."

Bianca didn’t move.

Something about her gaze lingered on his offered hand, slow but unimpressed. Then it rose, unhurried, to meet his face. Anger wasn’t present. Heat had no place here. Instead, stillness - sharp and quiet - filled the space between them, turning silence into something weightier than words ever could.

Low and sharp came her words, spoken slow. The way she talked stayed steady.

"Has anyone ever told you something?"

Eyes flickering open wider, Evan paused. A beat passed before he asked what was going on

She kept her eyes fixed without blinking.

"Your smile is disgusting."

A sharp silence followed. It cut deeper than sound. The air changed after that. Weight settled where light once moved.

A half-smile hung on Evan’s face, suddenly rigid, like it didn’t belong there. Just one breath of time stopped moving. Air grew heavy - tight, strange, closing around everything.

Disgusting... smile?

A sharp silence followed the words, cutting deeper than he expected.

Smiles always gave him strength - this one especially, a quiet power he leaned on without thinking. It worked every time, somehow slipping past guards, disarming doubts before they could form. Women never saw it coming, just responded, drawn in by something they couldn’t name. The curve of his lips held more weight than words ever did. A silent promise, maybe. Or simply luck dressed like charm.

And now...

"Pfft - "

A noise slipped out, too quick to hold back.

Fingers pressed hard against his lips, Julian D’Aurelius trembled at the edge of composure - still facing sideways - the sound escaped before silence could catch up.

He couldn’t believe it. At last - at long last - those words came out loud, clear, yet somehow still soft. Someone else had spoken his silent truth.

Faces turned his way fast.

Fangs bared in a silent snarl, those dark pupils fixed on Julian - cold, sudden, full of hunger. A stillness followed, thick with threat, as if the air itself had stopped moving.

"What are you laughing at?" Evan growled, teeth clenched.

Something silly popped into his head, Julian said, a little too quick. The words sounded calm, though nothing inside him was.

Something cold moved along his back when he met those eyes.

[What’s that look for?] Julian cursed inwardly. [I didn’t insult you!]

[Besides... your smile really is disgusting. Can’t you see that in a mirror?]

Before Evan could say anything else, voices rose around them.

"What kind of attitude is that?"

"Why are you glaring at Young Master D’Aurelius?"

"Exactly—no manners at all. Young Master D’Aurelius didn’t say anything to you."

"What’s so great about having some medical skills?"

"People like you shouldn’t come to our De Dominicis household."

Several members of the De Dominicis household spoke up one after another, their displeasure clear. Their stares toward Evan were cold, protective, unmistakably aligned.

Julian was deeply moved.

So moved that he almost wanted to cry.

You guys... you’re protecting me way too much, he thought helplessly.

Please... stop protecting me.

A few more times like this and I’m really going to be done for.

Being collectively ridiculed by the De Dominicis household, Evan’s gaze toward Julian grew darker, heavier—venom seeping into every glance.

Every ounce of humiliation he had suffered today traced back to that man.

To Julian D’Aurelius.

For a brief moment, killing intent surged again.

But then Evan remembered why he had come.

With visible effort, he suppressed the urge, smoothing his expression until it was once more polite and controlled.

"Miss De Dominicis," he said, turning back to Bianca, his tone measured. "There must be some misunderstanding between us. Let’s talk it over another time."

He offered a restrained smile—no longer confident, no longer natural—and then turned on his heel, striding away without looking back.

As Evan left, Ryan De Dominicis stood rooted in place, feeling painfully awkward.

Today’s plan with Brother Evan hadn’t even managed to take a single step forward. Worse, Evan had offended Young Master D’Aurelius in the process.

Frustration churned in Ryan’s chest.

"I’ll... I’ll go see Brother Evan off," he said quickly, offering hurried goodbyes to his family before jogging after him.

Outside, he caught up, forcing a conciliatory smile.

"Brother Evan, today’s incident was unexpected. Don’t take it to heart."

Evan’s face was dark, his steps slowing only slightly. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low.

"Never mind the unexpected. Does Bianca De Dominicis have some grudge against me?"

Being told by a woman that his smile was disgusting had carved a deep mark into his pride.

Even now, he could feel it—hesitation creeping in, making it difficult to flash that once-effortless devilish smile.

Could it be... he wondered grimly, that these women didn’t give me a good face today because my smile was off?

Is this charm... ineffective in this country?