The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Fragments of a Forgotten Life (II)

Primrose wanted to observe the room more carefully, but the locked door behind her was suddenly forced open, and she heard the sound of clashing metal grow louder than before.

At the doorway stood a man dressed entirely in black. He was holding a sword stained with blood, and half of his face was covered with a black cloth, so Primrose could only see his eyes.

"Did you find anything valuable in that room?!" someone shouted from far away. "If there’s a person inside, just kill them!"

The man in black didn’t answer his companion right away. His eyes were fixed on Primrose as he examined her from head to toe.

At first, Primrose thought he was staring at her because he was a perverted man. But after a while, she realized that his gaze was filled with worry, probably because her appearance looked so pitiful.

"No! This room is empty!" the man finally shouted. "Go upstairs first! I hurt my hand by accident. I’ll follow you later!"

His voice was firm, convincing, even. Because of that, the footsteps outside slowly faded away.

Primrose froze in place. No, it wasn’t because the man had lied. It was because his voice sounded so familiar. Even though it sounded much younger, she would never mistake that voice.

It was Lazarus’s voice.

At first, she didn’t dare believe it. But when he closed the door with its broken hinges and lowered the cloth covering his face, Primrose was finally able to see his face clearly.

He was indeed the younger version of Lazarus. His hair was still completely black, without any gray strand, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his face. Even though he looked similar to her father, his overall demeanor was very different.

He didn’t act like a high-ranking noble with neat clothes and carefully styled hair. Instead, he acted casually, and his shoulder-length hair was loosely tied back.

Was he really her father?

"He carries your father’s soul, Your Majesty," Leofric whispered beside her, and it seemed that Lazarus couldn’t see him. "In other words, they are the same person, but living different lives."

Not long after that, the young Lazarus spoke again. "What are you doing here? This place isn’t supposed to be a child’s playground."

He knelt in front of Primrose and muttered to himself, "They said this was only where that stupid cardinal stored his expensive wines and his precious belongings. So why is there suddenly a child here?"

Primrose didn’t want to speak, but her mouth moved on its own. "T-This is my house..." she said softly, almost in a whisper. "M-My father told me that I... that I have to stay here."

Lazarus frowned deeply. "Your father?"

He looked around the small, dirty cell. His eyes moved toward the hard bed, the broken toilet, and the damp walls.

After that, his eyes returned to her. "What kind of father," he said, his anger barely suppressed. "Gives his child a room like this?"

Primrose had the same thought, but unfortunately she was unable to voice her concern.

"Zarius! Where are you?!" The young Lazarus in front of her jumped a little when he heard the voice of one of his companions. "I just got a few women here! Help me, bring them out!"

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