The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: A Door Left Open

Edmund quickly helped her lean back against the carriage seat and pressed a handkerchief to her nose, his movements gentle but full of worry.

Moments later, Lazarus came rushing out of the temple and hurried toward the carriage, his face pale with fear.

"Rosie, what happened?!" he shouted the moment he saw her, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of blood.

It was only a nosebleed, but both men reacted as if someone had stabbed her through the stomach with a spear.

"I’m fine, really," Primrose said, trying to calm them down. "I’m probably just tired. Don’t worry too much."

Lazarus climbed into the carriage and quickly told the coachman to drive back to the manor.

"I’m sorry, this is my fault! I shouldn’t have forced you to come to the temple!" he cried, guilt written all over his face. Primrose could practically hear her father’s thoughts screaming in panic, convinced he had nearly killed his own daughter.

What a dramatic man!

There was no way she would die just because of a nosebleed!

Still, she hadn’t expected this to happen. Whenever she was tired, the worst she’d ever gotten was a fever—or sometimes she fainted—but a nosebleed had never been part of it. So really, she couldn’t blame her father for being so worried.

"Father, it’s not your fault," Primrose said gently. "Besides, I went with you willingly. You didn’t force me to come."

She gently patted his hand, not daring to look at him since she still needed to keep her head tilted back.

[Then this must be my fault!] Edmund’s voice echoed through his mind. [I should’ve told Father firmly not to take my wife out after sunset!]

Oh, these dramatic men.

Primrose sighed softly and reached out to pat Edmund’s hand, a small, reassuring smile tugging at her lips. "Both of you worry too much," she whispered. "I’ll be alright. I promise."

Fortunately, Edmund had brought three doctors with them to Illvaris, so they didn’t need to worry if she suddenly needed a doctor at night.

"It’s probably just exhaustion, Your Majesty," Dr. Celdric said after examining Primrose. "You only need a good night’s rest and something warm to soothe your stomach."

Primrose nodded quietly, though her mind was far from at ease. Since Dr. Celdric didn’t know about her ability to read minds, she couldn’t tell him everything that had happened inside the temple earlier.

That was why she asked Edmund to call Salem instead.

Unfortunately, that turned out to be a mistake. Salem looked like he had just stumbled out of a tavern; his hair was messy, his coat half-buttoned, and he could barely stand straight. Edmund immediately blocked him from coming too close to her.

"Did you just come from outside?" Primrose asked, raising an eyebrow.

Salem yawned a few times before downing a hangover potion in one gulp. After a few seconds, his expression cleared, and he gave her a lazy grin. "This city’s full of taverns, Your Majesty. Of course I had to check at least one of them out. Better than being stuck in this place all day, don’t you think?"

"Sir Vesper," Edmund said, his voice cold and firm. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to joke. "You should have told us if you planned to go out."

The tension between beasts and humans was still far from peaceful. Even though Salem looked like an ordinary human, Edmund still didn’t like it when he wandered off without telling anyone.

If something bad were to happen—and people discovered that he was actually a beast living among humans—it would be hard for Edmund to protect him.

That was why Salem’s reckless behavior made Edmund genuinely angry, and his warning this time was not something to be taken lightly.

Salem seemed to realize that too. He immediately straightened his back and corrected his posture, lowering his head respectfully before Edmund. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," he said quietly. "It won’t happen again."

However, if she didn’t tell Edmund, then who else could she confide in? There was no one else who truly understood her problems the way he did.

She let out a quiet sigh and decided to tell him the truth rather than try to hide it. Still, since Salem was present, she chose her words carefully, avoiding the full details of what had happened inside the temple.

"The God of Fortune didn’t sound very friendly," Primrose said softly, then turned her gaze toward Salem. "But what I really want to ask is... are there others who can hear the voices of gods without performing any rituals?"

Salem fell silent for a few moments, clearly surprised by the question. "Maybe saints?" he finally said. "Or people blessed as the gods’ chosen ones? But I doubt ordinary humans could ever hear them. We exist on different frequencies, after all."

Unless someone was strong enough to break the barrier between the human and divine realms, there was no way they could communicate directly with the gods.

"But... I think Raven once told me something about this," Salem continued, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to recall the memory. "She mentioned that sometimes, when a person carries too much divine energy—or has been touched by a god before—the barrier between realms becomes thinner for them. It’s rare, but it happens."

Primrose blinked, her expression unreadable. "You mean... because I once heard the Moon Goddess, now other gods can reach me too?"

"Possibly," Salem said. "It’s like a door that’s already been opened once. Even if you close it, some of the gods might still know how to find their way in."

However, Primrose doubted that the other gods loved her the way the Moon Goddess did. It was strange—almost impossible, really—since she was human, not a werewolf. It didn’t make sense for the Moon Goddess to love her more deeply than the gods of her own kind.

Edmund frowned. "Then how do we close it?" he asked. "My wife might’ve had that nosebleed because the divine energy was too strong for her. Maybe... it would be better if we shut the connection completely."

"There’s no simple way to cut off a bond formed by divine energy," Salem replied. "It’s not like a curse you can just dispel." He paused, his tone turning more serious as his eyes met Primrose’s. "For now, it might be best if you stay away from the temples altogether."

Salem didn’t have many solutions for her problem, but that was understandable because he wasn’t exactly an expert in such matters. Still, he could offer her something else.

"This is a talisman," Salem said, handing her an object made of red knotted string. "Raven made this for me to ward off evil things—like malevolent spirits and the like—but I think... maybe it can also protect you from angry gods who are trying to speak to you."