The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 291

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 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.

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