The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!

Primrose asked curiously, "What is that?"

Leofric pushed a sheet of paper toward her. "You can read it yourself."

She glanced down, her brow furrowing. The page was filled with strange sketches, akin to thin red threads twisting together, tangled with unfamiliar magical symbols she couldn't make sense of. Between the drawings were a few short lines of text.

The ink was faded, worn by time or maybe smeared by water long ago. But even if it had been perfectly clear, she doubted she'd understand a single word.

"Sir Leofric, I can't read this language," she admitted.

The words on the paper were likely written in an ancient language, one that had been forgotten by most, and only learned by mages during their academy training.

Since Primrose had never possessed magical energy in her body since she was little, she had never studied magic. Reading this language might be second nature to a mage, but to her, it was nothing but meaningless scribbles.

"Oh, my apologies." Leofric took the paper back, his eyes scanning it before he began to read aloud. "It says that mind-control magic isn't something you can learn through hard work or spells. It can only come from three sources: through bloodline, granted by the gods, and …"

Leofric flipped the paper over, pointing to the red thread weaving across the page. "… and through a fated line."

Primrose blinked. "A fated line?"

"It means," Leofric explained, "that someone can pass this ability to another person who shares the exact same date and time of birth. But that's not all. That person must also share the same pain as the original holder."

Primrose narrowed her eyes as she processed the information. "What kind of pain? My life isn't that b—"

She stopped mid-sentence when it hit her that her past life had been nothing but a tragedy.

Her marriage had been so broken it was beyond saving, and in the end, she died after being poisoned by someone.

"Alright … it was kind of bad," Primrose admitted. "But it still doesn't make sense. How can two people share the same birth date, the same birth time, and even experience the same pain in life?"

Leofric shrugged. "Living beings in this world have shared bloodlines for thousands of years. It's not impossible for some to live through similar fates. But usually, those lives never cross paths."

She frowned, shaking her head. "It still doesn't make sense. Why would someone just give me a power like this for nothing?"

Honestly, she felt like receiving a blessing from the gods would have been more reasonable than this.

"Your Majesty," Leofric said slowly, his voice taking on a weight that made her chest tighten, "you do understand your magic holds incredible potential, don't you? If you want it, your ability could bring unimaginable disaster to this world."

Primrose went quiet after hearing that.

The truth was, even without Leofric pointing it out, she had already realized it herself.

But she chose not to think about it, not because she didn't care at all, but it was because, for some reason, she was afraid of herself.

Her mind-reading ability had never scared her too much. It couldn't directly hurt anyone, so she didn't see it as dangerous.

But mind-control? That was different.

That was terrifying. If she said one wrong word or one careless command, she could destroy someone's life without even meaning to.

That was why, ever since she had discovered this new power, she had avoided saying anything that could be taken as a harmful command.

Sometimes, she even imagined, what if she misspoke to someone and that person ended up in a coffin because of her?

So yes, Primrose was well aware—painfully aware—that her power could bring great destruction if she couldn't control it.

"What's your point, Sir Leofric?" Primrose asked bluntly, not in the mood for small talk.

"It means …" Leofric said, "something as great as that will always bring calamity along with it. Honestly, instead of worrying about hurting someone else, you should be more worried that your ability will bring disaster to you."

He went on to explain that her power was almost on par with that of the gods. Because of that, there was a high chance the heavens might mistake her for a goddess who needed to undergo the heavenly trial.

"Hold on." Primrose raised her hand, signaling for him to stop talking. She took a deep breath before saying, "So … you're telling me that I'll have to face a heavenly trial? You mean that heavenly trial?"

She stared at Leofric in disbelief, desperately hoping he would shake his head and say no.

But unfortunately, he gave her the bad news instead. "Yes, something like that. I'm sure you've heard of it in your homeland."

"I have," she said quickly. "Yes, I know about it." Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she shot to her feet, pacing with her thumb pressed to her lips. "No, no, no. How could something like that happen to me?!"

Primrose had heard the stories about how the gods would face the heavenly trial once every few decades.

They would be forced to endure impossible challenges, each harsher than the last, until they proved themselves worthy of keeping their divine power.

Some of the stories didn't have happy endings. Some gods returned scarred for life, stripped of their powers. Others … never returned at all.

Her stomach churned at the thought. "No, no, no, no … this can't be happening. I'm not even a goddess! I'm human. I'm a fucking human!"

Leofric folded his arms, watching her pace like a caged animal. "The heavens don't care about that. They won't look at who you are, but they'll look at what you can do. And what you can do is enough to put you on their list."

Primrose spun toward him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So you're saying the heavens will punish me for something I didn't even ask for?!"

"It's not a punishment, Your Majesty," Leofric corrected her. "It's a trial."

Oh, Primrose would be damned.

Who cared about swapping words around? Whether he called it a punishment or a trial, it still meant one thing: she'd be thrown into something dangerous enough to kill her.

Now, even without Leofric explaining more about her ability, Primrose finally understood why someone might want to give such a tremendous power to another person, someone they likely didn't even know.

But who the hell had done that to her?

No, more importantly, if they were destined to share the same fate, didn't that mean that person had also been reborn, just like her?