The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: The King’s Weakness

Primrose opened her mouth to say something more, but before she could, a voice echoed urgently from the stairwell below.

"Your Majesty! You need to come down here now!" It was Callen, calling urgently from the underground.

Primrose hesitated, then looked back at Solene and whispered, "Take care."

She didn’t wait another second. She ran down the stairs. Callen reached for her hand and immediately guided her through the dark corridor beneath the inn.

"Sir Callen," Primrose gasped between breaths, "you look really pale."

Callen groaned. "His Majesty will have my head if anything happens to you, Your Majesty!"

[This was supposed to be a simple escort for a relaxing trip. How did we end up in a nightmare like this?!]

[Is this because I told the other soldiers earlier that I was bored today?!]

Primrose ignored his internal crisis, then moving her gaze toward Salem, who was standing beside a vertical ladder, not far from them.

He had wrapped himself in a dark cloak and carried a bag on his back. How the hell did he still have time to pack while she hadn’t even managed to put on shoes?

"What a lovely night, Your Majesty," Salem said calmly. "I’m used to being woken in the middle of the night when you want to see me, but I never thought someone would drag me out of bed because bandits were attacking our inn."

Primrose narrowed her eyes. "Bandits? Are you saying the ones attacking the inn are bandits?"

Salem shrugged. "I don’t know for sure. But really, who else would be brave enough to attack a place where the King and Queen of Noctvaris are staying, if not a bunch of reckless bandits?"

He had a point.

But something deep in Primrose’s gut told her they weren’t just ordinary bandits.

While she’d been on the spiral staircase, she had caught brief glimpses of their thoughts.

The distance had been too far for her to hear clearly, but even the faint whispers were enough to confirm they weren’t after treasure.

[The Queen ... we have to kill her.]

[Kill the King’s weakness ...]

Their goal in storming the inn wasn’t to steal or take hostages. They came specifically to find Primrose.

They wanted to kill the Queen of Noctvaris.

"But Your Majesty ... do you know someone from the tiger tribe?" Salem suddenly asked, his voice echoing through the empty tunnel.

Primrose looked up and met his eyes before answering, "The Marquess of Moonshadow."

"That’s right," Salem replied with a smile, though it wasn’t the kind of smile that came from joy.

On the contrary, it was eerie, the kind of smile a killer might give his prey. "That bastard ... even in death, he’s still causing trouble."

Salem thought, [This is worse than bandits.]

Primrose silently agreed.

A group of bandits could be easily eliminated, but a tribe of enraged beasts with hatred in their hearts? They would never stop until their target was completely gone.

What Primrose didn’t understand was why. Why did the tiger tribe want her dead?

As far as she knew, the Marquess had always denied his origins.

He had even declared he didn’t want to be associated with the tiger tribe anymore, claiming he wanted nothing to do with their barbaric lifestyle.

He had repeated that statement over and over again because he truly didn’t want to be associated with the tiger tribe, who were known for causing trouble.

That’s why it felt strange, almost unbelievable, that they would want revenge on Edmund for the Marquess’s death.

More than that, how did they even know Edmund was the one who led him to his death?

Edmund had told Primrose that he’d assigned several soldiers to keep an eye on the Marquess before his death, making sure the man wouldn’t be able to send letters or contact anyone outside.

He even said he wanted to make sure the Marquess wouldn’t do anything suspicious before taking his own life.

Edmund was a meticulous man.

She believed he wouldn’t overlook something as important as this.

He must’ve searched the Marquess’s room, checked for hidden magic tools, and made sure there was no way he could communicate with anyone.

So then ... how?

How in the world did they know that Edmund was the one responsible for the Marquess’s death?

"I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty," Callen’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. "But we need to leave now before they break into the tunnel."

Primrose froze for a moment. The dread of knowing that a group of tiger beasts was hunting her finally hit her nerves.

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