The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 109

Lowell sometimes thought she was dreadfully unlucky.

In truth, that notion had lingered in a corner of Lowell’s mind ever since receiving her terminal diagnosis. Born holding everything anyone could envy, yet destined to die before even living half a life—how terribly unlucky I am.

What had begun as half-joking thoughts hardened into conviction after the fire at the Hessen estate.

‘I’m just unlucky.’

None of what happened to me was my fault, so fate was all I had left to blame. Others get to live even a little in the sunlight—why must I always be cast into the shadows?

Looking back, had there ever truly been a moment of sunlight in my life since I turned fifteen?

‘Just where did it all start to go wrong…?’

Why did my life twist into this?

I chased revenge endlessly because I believed the answer to that question lay at its end. Perhaps I even believed that once my revenge was complete, my dreadful misfortune would finally end too. If only I’d known sooner that death isn’t easily granted even to the unluckiest, I wouldn’t have entertained such foolish thoughts.

Lowell slowly sat up and lowered her hands from her face. Her expressionless face held only deep blue eyes, gleaming sharply.

‘…Anyway, it’s too late to turn back now.’

Even if I take my revenge, even if I find that very first point where my life began to unravel, I can’t turn back the time that’s already passed.

What I gained at the end of my path of vengeance wasn’t the answer to my question—only the realization that I couldn’t go on living while clinging to resentment.

‘Until now, since there was no hope, I always imagined death as the end.’

I imagined death as the only way to tie up the hatred that had consumed my very flesh. Once everything was done, I thought everything would abruptly end—like suddenly reaching a cliff’s edge—without me even noticing.

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