The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: A Tattoo No Victim Could Forget

Salem smiled at Primrose, but it wasn’t a happy smile. If anything, it was more of a bitter smile, one shown by someone who could not express the sadness and pain buried deep in their heart.

[I suppose you already know, Your Majesty,] Salem spoke in his mind. [I’ve left you many hints before. Someone like you would notice them.]

It could be said that Salem had never told Primrose plainly about his past. However, from time to time, he would drop small hints here and there, and she could also hear some questionable thoughts in his mind.

So, in short—yes, Primrose could guess why Salem knew so much about this kind of information.

He had been one of their victims.

She didn’t know exactly what he had gone through back then. But after seeing the filthy records left behind by the Marquess of Moonshadow, she knew it must have been horrible. Horrible enough to make him hide his beautiful face behind bright colors and strange clothes.

But honestly, for him to be able to live so freely as he did now must have been incredibly difficult to achieve. Most likely, it was thanks to Raven’s help, or else he might have ended up as a living doll, someone who no longer had the will to live.

Edmund, meanwhile, seemed to realize that Salem had been speaking to Primrose through his mind. He wanted to ask what they had talked about, but something more important came first.

"Whether I can solve this problem or not is not for you to decide alone, Sir Vesper," Edmund said firmly. It was clear that he was truly angry that the person holding the key to this case had been so close all along.

"You don’t understand how dangerous this case is, Your Majesty," Salem replied, his voice just as firm, though kept low so no one else could hear.

"You are still struggling to establish your kingdom’s reputation, let alone get involved in a case that includes so many powerful figures," Salem added. "And if you make one wrong move, there’s a chance they’ll throw the rotten apple into your hands to save themselves."

Edmund’s background—or rather, the rumors surrounding him as a ruthless and cold-blooded Lycan—played an important role here.

To those vile people, Edmund was the perfect target. He was the perfect scapegoat to take the fall for their sins.

Edmund tightened his jaw, unable to offer any defense, because what Salem had said was true—and he knew it.

"So you’re saying... there’s nothing we can do to tear that scheme down for good?" Primrose asked.

"Well, of course there is," Salem replied. "But we need to find the true leader behind it. The Marquess of Moonshadow wasn’t even the most powerful one, he was just a buyer. The one we need to catch is the seller."

Salem’s gaze stayed on Averon, who was now talking with Rowan, the King of Elandria. He smiled easily, acting like a perfect host, offering warm words and friendly gestures.

She said, "My father buried that incident because he didn’t want to remember it again. That’s why you never knew about it. But yes, he proposed to me when I was sixteen, while he was twenty-six." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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