The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: The Burden of a King’s Past

When Edmund was born into this world, his parents believed they had brought a monster into their home, someone who, if left unchecked, would bring nothing but disaster upon them.

His parents, along with the people of the village, were so terrified of him that they locked him away in the basement, treating him as if he were nothing more than a wild beast that needed to be chained and tamed.

When he finally broke free from the prison his parents had built for him, Edmund was able to wander the world at last. But his freedom was not the blessing he had imagined.

Even though he was no longer trapped in a basement or bound by chains around his neck, he was still shackled by fear and hatred wherever he went.

People looked at him as though he were cursed. Some whispered that he carried the blood of demons, while others openly called him a monster. No matter where he traveled, their eyes always followed him with suspicion and dread.

It didn’t take long for Edmund to realize that freedom didn’t mean peace. It only meant facing the cruelty of the world head-on, without even walls to shield him. He drifted from place to place, carrying his loneliness like an unshakable shadow.

"Why ... why are they so cruel to him?" Primrose finally asked, her voice tight as she turned to Sevrin.

Sevrin let out a slow sigh before answering, his tone hesitant. "Have you met his wolf?"

Primrose nodded carefully. "Yes, I did," she whispered. "His wolf is ... fine."

She had expected his wolf to be savage, ready to harm her the moment they met. But to her surprise, he had been calm, so calm that he even helped her find her way back to Edmund.

That was why she couldn’t understand why everyone else was so terrified of him.

"He might seem calm now because Sir Leofric has worked for years to help His Majesty keep his wolf under control," Sevrin explained, shaking his head. "But in the past ... it was chaotic. Every time his wolf took over the palace, it ended in disaster."

Edmund became king when he was only twenty-two, which was quite young for a King of Beasts. However, his strength could not be underestimated, since he was able to overthrow the previous Beast King and defeat all of his opponents.

Sevrin leaned closer, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret. "What no one knew was that the power everyone saw was only half of what he truly carried. The other half ... was sealed within his wolf."

Primrose’s lips parted in shock. "Half ...?" she breathed.

"The only way for him to reach his full strength was to completely unite with his wolf. But back then, he couldn’t. It was always one or the other, either His Majesty was in control, or his wolf was."

"His Majesty and Sir Leofric have been trying to find a solution for years, but it took much longer than they expected," Sevrin said. "Sir Leofric needed at least ten years to discover the right spell that would allow His Majesty to unite with his wolf without being consumed by rage."

Primrose’s brows furrowed. "Wait ... does that mean Sir Leofric has been by my husband’s side since he was only fifteen?"

She had always thought their ages weren’t that far apart, but if that was the case, then Leofric might already be more than fifty years old.

"Yes," Sevrin said with a slow nod. "They first met when His Majesty was fifteen."

The wizards of the magic tower had sensed Edmund’s dark energy from the moment he was born, but it took them years to finally track him down.

Just like his parents, the wizards believed he was a monster, a dark creature born under the black star, destined to bring endless misfortune.

That theory did seem to align with Edmund’s life. Even after Edmund became king, misfortune often clung to him like a curse. But that didn’t mean he deserved death!

"At that time, many wizards came to kill him. They even hired werewolf mercenaries to hunt him down. But ... it was nearly impossible to kill His Majesty."

Sevrin sighed, lowering himself into the chair across from Primrose as he pulled out reports from the box. His expression softened with memory. "Still, even a strong lycan isn’t untouchable. Like all of his kind, there is one thing that makes him weaker. Do you know what that is, Your Majesty?"

Primrose held her breath, staring straight into Sevrin’s eyes before replying in a quiet voice. "Is it ... silver?"

She quickly realized that the word stop was only a figure of speech. There was no way the wizards would have simply halted their actions just because Leofric asked them to.

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