The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 291: The Queen’s Misfortunes

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 ti or maybe sared 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 aningless 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 sothing you can learn through hard work or spells. It can only co 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 ans," Leofric explained, "that soone can pass this ability to another person who shares the exact sa date and ti of birth. But that’s not all. That person must also share the sa 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 soone.

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

Leofric shrugged. "Living beings in this world have shared bloodlines for thousands of years. It’s not impossible for so 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 soone just give 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 so 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 soone’s life without even aning 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.

Sotis, she even imagined, what if she misspoke to soone 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 ans ..." Leofric said, "sothing as great as that will always bring calamity along with it. Honestly, instead of worrying about hurting soone 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 that I’ll have to face a heavenly trial? You an 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, sothing like that. I’m sure you’ve heard of it in your holand."

"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 sothing like that happen to ?!"

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.

So of the stories didn’t have happy endings. So 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 for sothing I didn’t even ask for?!"

"It’s not a punishnt, 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 punishnt or a trial, it still ant one thing: she’d be thrown into sothing dangerous enough to kill her.

Now, even without Leofric explaining more about her ability, Primrose finally understood why soone might want to give such a trendous power to another person, soone 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 sa fate, didn’t that an that person had also been reborn, just like her?