The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 53

Lowell’s preferences were firm. Because she was someone who couldn’t do what she wanted even if she wished to, she naturally grew to dislike people who, despite having ample ability, made no effort.

[I’ll tell you, Peter—once I get healthy, I’ll do everything. I’ll run around, play with balls, draw pictures, read lots of books, and eat two bowls of meat stew…]

What Lowell envied most in others was possibility.

Living a life where death could come at any moment, yet unable to do anything—that was the meaning of her severe pain. The wishes of a sick child inevitably turned into envy and jealousy.

[My second older brother is such a fool. If I were him, I wouldn’t live like that. Don’t you think so too?]

[Yeah.]

In truth, Peter had no particular thoughts about others besides Lowell, since he was fairly indifferent to everyone else—but Lowell’s opinion was Peter’s opinion. When Peter nodded, Lowell smiled contentedly and plopped down beside him. A quiet murmur followed.

[I also… want to live without being lazy.]

Lowell’s life had been terribly idle. She always stayed in bed with no real routine and spent all her time within the mansion. It went without saying how brilliantly a diligent life must have appeared in her eyes.

So how could Peter possibly live lazily? The reason he had grown twice as upright as others was entirely because of her. He wanted to tell her someday, if they ever met again, that he had lived precisely to suit her tastes.

In fact, everything that made up Peter had been shaped to match Lowell’s preferences. Peter finished taking off his robe, draped his shirt over his shoulders, and replied.

“…Because I have a friend who hates laziness.”

“So you must have a diligent friend, then.”

No—he had been lazy. A sick child couldn’t possibly be diligent.

‘I’d wondered if she might react at all.’

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