The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Lowell’s wide-open eyes took in the man standing before her in full detail—the tousled pale platinum hair falling over his forehead, the vivid blue eyes. Despite his strikingly bright appearance, an oppressive and fierce aura could not be concealed.
All these descriptions pointed to only one person.
Peter. Her childhood friend. Her sole lingering attachment.
But why on earth was Peter here?
Confused, Lowell staggered forward. Her hand, which had long ago gone limp from clutching her skirt, hung uselessly at her side. Like someone blindly pushing through darkness, she numbly reached out toward him. Naturally, the exit from this darkness was the man before her—Peter.
Yet Lowell could not escape the darkness. Just as her hand was about to touch him, he roughly seized her wrist. The man standing face-to-face with her now made her certainty even sharper.
“…Peter.”
It’s definitely you. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. Even if your frame had grown sturdier and your features changed, nothing was more certain than the instinct of the body—more so than the mind.
She didn’t need to scrutinize his features one by one; she recognized him instantly. He was unquestionably Peter.
Just as a flicker of joy began rising in Lowell’s dark eyes at this utterly unexpected reunion—
“Have they started teaching acting skills now, even to the lowest of the low?”
A cold sneer jolted her back to reality. Only then did she break free from the boy of her memories. The man before her held her wrist and mocked her with icy disdain.
“Black hair and black eyes—I didn’t believe it when I heard. I never imagined they’d bring a woman who looks this much like her.”
So alike it’s sickening.
Muttering this, the man simply tossed her aside. Though his force wasn’t particularly strong, she was caught off guard and tumbled helplessly onto the bed. The thick layers of her skirt, puffed and padded by maids, spared her pain—but her disheveled state was unmistakable.
And the fact that the man standing before her clearly enjoyed seeing her like this was equally clear.
He had already approached her again, gripping her chin and lifting her face.
His icy blue gaze was as sharp and fierce as a frozen river, ready to cut at any moment, yet utterly cold.
“Tell me—what exactly did those who sent you here say about me?”
“…What do you—”
“When you dared show your face before me like this, you must have had a purpose. Were you told to seduce me? That if you called me ‘Peter’ and shed a few tears, I’d lift your skirts?”
His tone was flat, seemingly calm at first listen, but Lowell sensed the suppressed fury beneath. She also knew the name of the emotion burning in his eyes.
Murderous intent.
“Did you think I wouldn’t kill you?”
“…Yes.”
If she didn’t answer now, she would die. And Lowell had anticipated a situation like this. Naturally, she already had her reply prepared.
“You need me.”
The Emperor’s brow furrowed. His grip on her chin tightened, yet Lowell pressed on resolutely.
“I heard… you’ve already reached your limit. That if it progresses any further, you’ll struggle to hold onto your sanity…”
Lowell’s breath trembled. Facing the Emperor’s blazing murderous intent at such close range was no easy feat—even more so because she knew her words were deliberately provoking his deepest sensitivities.
Within the Belphaga Empire, two facts about the von der Leyen Imperial Family were widely known.
The first was that they carried dragon blood.
Though their lineage was mixed with dragon blood, their outward appearance differed little from ordinary humans.
The second fact was the real issue.
The second fact was that madness ran through the veins of the von der Leyen bloodline—a side effect caused by mortals inheriting dragon blood.
And there was only one way to suppress this madness: finding a destined partner.
Without such a partner to obsess over, the madness would consume them from within.
The living proof of this was the current Emperor, Peter von der Leyen Belphaga.
For a long time, he had refused to take a partner, and among the high nobility, it had long been an open secret that the Emperor suffered from this madness. That was precisely why panic had spread through the nobility when he announced he would seek a bride.
Without a partner—or at least something resembling one—the Emperor would truly go mad.
Understanding Lowell’s implication, the Emperor let out a short, derisive laugh.
“So that’s your reason for me to spare you? There are plenty of women besides you.”
“But there are hardly any women who meet my conditions.”
The reason the Emperor had chosen to slowly descend into madness without seeking a partner all this time—
Was his first love, now long dead, who had black hair and black eyes.
No one alive knew exactly who she was or how she died, but it was already common knowledge that she had been exceptionally rare for her black coloring.
“Only I… can suppress Your Majesty’s madness.”
“…Ha.”
Finally, the Emperor burst into a brief laugh. Releasing Lowell, he smirked slowly, then approached the bed.
“Fine, you’re right. If you’re so desperate to deceive me by exploiting the dead, then go ahead. I’ll play along.”
Though his face smiled, it was immediately clear he felt anything but amusement—evident from the savage rasp in his voice as he pushed Lowell back onto the bed.
“Open your mouth. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Wait—”
A desperate cry escaped Lowell’s lips, but her words were cut off before they could form—his mouth had already crushed hers roughly. Her startled, parted lips offered no resistance to his violent intrusion.
René had been right: she would have to bear the full brunt of the Emperor’s fury. Lowell couldn’t even close her eyes for a moment. Every detail—the press of their noses, his sharp breath, the hands gripping her—vividly seared into her mind.
No crisis she’d ever faced had sharpened her senses like this. No temptation of death had ever felt so sweet, no hardship so breathless.
Thus, this was the boundary her instincts screamed not to cross. If she let go of this thread, she’d be swept away like sand in a wave. Realizing this, Lowell shoved the Emperor away. As if their previous intimate contact had been a lie, the man obediently broke the kiss.
“They clearly didn’t train you properly. I’m not the sort of pervert who gets aroused by a woman who refuses me.”
The Emperor’s hand pressed against Lowell’s lips as she panted for breath. In that brief moment, her lips had swollen red—a clear testament to his rough kiss.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? If you came here to deceive me, do it properly. When I say I’ll play along, don’t act like this.”
Behaving this way is practically begging to be killed.
With that, Lowell tumbled onto the bed once more—the Emperor had thrown her down. Looking down at her with contempt, he spoke.
“They’ve certainly found a good doll this time.”
It was unmistakable mockery—a reminder that in his eyes, she wasn’t even human, merely a toy to be played with and discarded.
An ordinary person would have felt humiliated by such treatment. Or perhaps trembled in fear at his murderous intent, tears streaming down their face.
But Lowell remained indifferent. In fact, she felt almost pleased.
Because from the very beginning, what she truly wanted was never mere survival.
‘…That’s enough.’
She hadn’t pushed him away the moment their lips touched purely out of a need to confirm something: whether this man was truly not Peter, or if it was all just her delusion.
And the conclusion came easier than expected.
‘Peter could never be someone like this.’
The Peter she loved—and who loved her more than anyone else in the world—was a boy who smiled easily at a single flower. A boy who quietly followed her every step with a seemingly cynical expression, yet found pure joy in brushing her hair.
Just remembering him lifted her spirits—so much so that, in life’s hardest moments, she’d cling to his memory like a lifeline under bright sunlight.
If that Peter were truly the Emperor standing before her now…
‘…I’d kill him.’
Lowell felt she could never forgive anything.
For ten long years, Peter had never once come back for her.
The Peter who never returned—and the Hessen family, annihilated by the Imperial House immediately after his departure.
Could these two things truly be unrelated?
Peter was somehow involved in the fire that destroyed the Hessen estate.
‘And yet, he still lives on, shamelessly keeping his mouth shut.’
The moment this realization struck, a scorching rage surged violently within her.
The sole memory that had kept her alive, that had made her who she was—Lowell—now turned into a blade, tearing her apart. The shift from longing to betrayal took no longer than the blink of an eye.
If the Emperor before her were truly Peter, even such a trivial thought would stir this much emotion.
‘I can’t forgive him.’
Therefore, the Emperor couldn’t be Peter.
The Emperor’s reaction to the name “Peter,” his search for a woman with black hair and black eyes—none of it could be connected to her. He had to remain merely an enemy she must kill, a figure she must resent.
She couldn’t let the one light she’d clung to for survival be tainted. Please, at least not this…
“While you remain by my side, you are Lowell.”
At that moment, something inside Lowell sank heavily into place.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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