The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: When Freedom Feels Like a Lie (II)

[Can Rosie really do that?] Aster wondered. [I know her father plays a big role in keeping the Vellmoria Empire’s economy running, but still... is that enough to make a king step down from his throne?]

[Well, this whole building could be strong evidence against King Averon, but nobles always find a way to escape their problems.]

If they informed the Emperor about this matter, by the time the envoys from the empire arrived, this entire west wing might have already returned to normal.

"Miss," the young woman said with a soft laugh, "what can a slave like you even do? He’s a king. Just forget whatever you’re planning."

Primrose let out a soft sigh. "Young Miss, with all due respect, I’m not a slave. And even if it seems impossible for someone like me to bring down the palace..." She paused, her gaze looked sharp as she said, "I believe nothing is truly impossible."

Before the young woman could speak, Primrose asked gently, "If I can give you proof... will you be able to truly believe me?"

The word "believe" was something very heavy, something that couldn’t be said carelessly, because if they believed in the wrong person, the consequences could be terrible.

"If you can show me that..." the young woman hesitated for a moment, then continued softly, "...then I will believe you."

A small smile appeared on Primrose’s face. "Then first, can you tell me your name? Your full name."

The young woman still looked unsure, but in the end, she gave in. "Evelia," she said quietly. "My name is Evelia Moretz... if I still remember it correctly."

[I can’t even remember the last time someone called me by my name...] she thought bitterly.

Primrose slowly reached out and gently held Evelia’s hand, making her loosen her grip on the sharp wooden fork that was still pressed against Edmund. "Evelia, did they force you to forget your name?"

Evelia lowered her voice. "They prefer calling us by numbers."

Primrose took a small step back. Then her eyes lifted to the top of the door, where she noticed a faint number carved into it. Evelia’s number... was five.

"Some of the girls have already forgotten their names," Evelia said, her voice filled with bitterness. "It’s because we’re only allowed to call each other by numbers too."

"But I’ve always tried my best to remember my name," Evelia said softly.

[I even carved my name on the wall in secret... just so I wouldn’t forget it,] she thought.

A second later, she hissed inwardly, as if regretting her decision. [Damn it, why did I tell them my name? What if this is just a trap? They will probably use it against me later.]

"Evelia," Primrose called her in such a tender voice. "Everything is going to be alright."

She didn’t make any big promises or say anything special to comfort her.

But somehow, the fear in Evelia’s heart slowly faded. The tension in her body eased, and before she realized it, her grip loosened, so the sharpened wooden fork slipped from her hand.

"We won’t open your door now, Evelia," Primrose said again. "But I promise we will come back tomorrow with good news—no, maybe even this morning."