Chapter 152: Chapter 152

SAMALAH:

When I saw Tristan’s wolf emerge from the bushes during daybreak, I couldn’t help but be relieved.

Three days ago, I thought I had lost him. I hated Dahlia for it because if she didn’t challenge Lord Irvan, Tristan wouldn’t have died a violent death like that…

At the same time, I hated the fact that Tristan had foolishly risked his life for someone as unworthy as Dahlia Hurst.

She was an enemy… our enemy! How can he be crazy enough to love her so deeply that he was willing to die just like that?

Thus, after the cave had collapsed, I was determined to make Dahlia’s life so miserable, she’d regret that she had survived!

However, that was all before Lord Irvan started to assault Dahlia…

As soon as she dragged her out of the burning cave, he kicked her so hard, I knew she was bound to lose the child – Tristan’s own flesh and blood.

If I hadn’t been in possession of a Dragon Stone, Dahlia Hurst would have surely lost that baby. I’m sure it could break her, and I could finally get my revenge…

And yet, why did I save her? Why did I turned soft towards her at that very moment?...

Dahlia Hurst and I – we are polar opposites, two different sides of the same coin. She lived in a world where she was loved regardless of what she did. I lived in a world where I was shunned just because of who I was.

How can such a person like her and I, people who had everything and had nothing, exist at the same time, under the same sky and the same universe?

I really hated her! I hated how she could be loved by Tristan unconditionally just with that face of hers!

I felt a bit happy seeing her succumb into depression after Tristan died. I too was suffering silently, but I rejoiced a little knowing that Dahlia Hurst was in tremendous pain as much as I was…

It did seem like she really loved Tristan too… What a pity…

And yet, if there was someone who loved Tristan the most, wouldn’t that be me? I was willing to make him king as part of my plans. I wanted him to be on the pedestal where he deserved to be.

If only Tristan could love me the way he had fallen for Dahlia…

On the night Tristan tried to run away with Dahlia, Tristan had caught me putting a spell on her. I told him it was a curse, but it was far more than that…

I was trying to attempt putting a switching spell on her.

Of course, at that time, I wasn’t able to complete it… Tristan came to her rescue like a knight in shining armor. He used to be like that to me too… It was a pity he had abandoned me for the likes of Dahlia Hurst.

When Tristan died, the only thing that kept me going was the desire to inflict pain and gain Dahlia’s life.

I knew then that if such an opportunity arose, I must take it! I will become Dahlia Hurst and she will become me!

On the night I had agreed to help Dahlia run away, I finally succeeded. She agreed with the spell. I had finally become her.

So why?... Why did the Moon Goddess made it so I couldn’t keep living her life for a long time?

Tonight, my body shivered in intense cold. I could have summoned my powers to aid me, but unfortunately, the switching spell left me in such a weak state that I could do nothing but endure this disease that was slowly killing me.

Moon Goddess, you are so unfair! Did you really hate me that much? Am I not one of your people too?

“Dahlly… Dahlly, don’t sleep okay? We’re going to find you a doctor… You will be healed soon. I swear you will live, so please hang on!”

I smiled weakly at Tristan’s promises. I knew Tristan was bluffing. I could see the horror in his wolf’s eyes, and I knew the next village was one and a half days away at the very least…

My body wouldn’t be able to last long, I know it…

Instinctively, I reached for Tristan’s face.

I had missed this face that I wanted so long to be with.

Maybe in another world, he and I could have ended up together. We’d have a small cottage in the edge of the woods and live with our small family, just the three of us.

Maybe it’s just not meant to be in this world…

I tilted my head forward. Everything felt hazy. I struggled just to lift myself up, but I did it.

I kissed my beloved one last time before I started to fall asleep forever…

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TRISTAN:

“NO! DAHLIA!”

It all happened in slow motion as if the Goddess was relishing my suffering!

My poor Dahlia, despite her shivers, raised her charred hand to touch my cheek. She lifted her back to come to me, and her lips brushed towards me, trembling weakly.

I had never seen her so small, so frail in my life. If only I could lend her even a tenth of my strength, I would have given it all to her!

Then, just like that, I saw her limbs limp down as she slumped towards my chest.

“Dahlly,” I tapped her shoulders. “Dahlia, wake up!”

This cannot be. She wasn’t waking up!

I scooped her closer into my chest and scampered to run wildly in the night.

I don’t know whether I was running in the right direction. I just knew that I must run with all my might, praying that I might soon reach a village with a healer.

I don’t know how long I had been running. The prince could barely keep up with me, but I didn’t care.

The night was cold, but Dahlia’s body felt even colder.

“Dahlly… Just hang on. Please hang on.”

In my haste, I didn’t see it. There must have been a protruded branch somewhere, and I tripped.

I rolled over the grass and dirt with Dahlia still in my arms.

“Dahlia, are you alright,” I said when I had finally regained the strength and stopped rolling around the mud.

I brushed the hair away from her face. Why was she so pale?

“Dahlia, please answer me… Dahlia!…”

No matter how much I cried that night, I didn’t hear her utter a response.

I would never hear her speak again after that cold and horrible night…