The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: A Firefly Drawn to Flames

Lorelle had no idea why she was always drawn to Leofric, like a firefly drawn to light.

That man was a complete bastard and had done so many infuriating things that Lorelle often wanted to throw every single thing in her room at his head.

Even so, for reasons she couldn’t understand, she still couldn’t get rid of the love she felt for him.

None of them were werewolves or lycans, so the idea of "mates" was vague to them. Sure, other beasts could mark their partners too, but they didn’t have the privilege of knowing their destined mate’s name from the Moon Goddess.

That was why, for other beasts, finding their mate required more patience and was also more exciting because they didn’t know who that person was or when they’d meet them.

It became even more complicated if their mate happened to be human, since their worlds were naturally opposite, so it demanded even greater patience.

In Leofric and Lorelle’s case, their first meeting was a bit dramatic—no, not just a little, but truly dramatic.

Leofric was never the kind of wizard who would bother meeting new students at the magic tower. The only reason he was there in the first place was because the pay was high enough to fund his indulgent lifestyle.

Also, he was bored, and out of boredom, he decided to join the so-called "magic tower," which he secretly considered nothing more than a cult.

But one day, while he was sunning himself on his balcony, he saw a new female student who, instead of making flowers bloom, made them wither or ... worse, burn.

He could tell she had an enormous amount of magic power, but because she used the wrong techniques and spells, everything she tried ended in failure or chaos.

Since Leofric’s bedroom faced the edge of the forest, he always watched that female student practice from sunset until late at night.

Sometimes she would kick trees, cry, or even smash a rock against the ground until it broke out of frustration.

At first, Leofric had no intention of helping her. He wasn’t interested in mingling with anyone from the wizarding community. Besides, to him, watching someone struggle with magic was free entertainment.

But one day he saw the young woman come to the forest edge with a male student. It seemed the young man had promised to teach her a lesson, but instead of teaching her, he tried to assault her.

Back then, Lorelle had been very different. She grew up in an orphanage under the care of kind guardians, and because of that, she still believed there were good people in the world.

Therefore, when her male friend said he wanted to teach her a lesson, she believed him right away.

Unfortunately, that day she learned the hard lesson that there are more rotten people in this world than good ones.

The young man was stronger than her and he was a top student with exceptional talent.

He tried to tear off her clothes using magic, but before he could finish his spell, his voice suddenly vanished. When he reached out to touch her, a sword suddenly sliced through his hand.

"Do you want to kill him?" Leofric asked lazily from his balcony, his head resting on his palm. He looked calm, but with just a thought, he had already frozen the young man in place.

Lorelle was startled to hear his voice even though they were so far apart. She looked as frightened as a little mouse trapped in a corner, her eyes welling with tears.

But when she spoke, her voice didn’t tremble. "I want to kill him."

"I can teach you a proper spell," Leofric said with a faint smile. This time, his gaze was locked on her.

Some peope say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that seemed to be exactly what happened between them. Once their eyes met, both of them felt an invisible pull, something deep, and hard to describe.

For a moment, time itself seemed to stop. The wind around them fell silent, the sound of rustling leaves fading into the background as if the entire world had stepped aside to witness the moment between them.

Lorelle didn’t understand what she was feeling. It wasn’t fear, but it wasn’t comfort either. It was something strange, something that made her chest tighten and her heart beat faster.

On the other side, Leofric seemed to handle that strange, stirring feeling with ease.

He was still smiling at her, but his eyes looked completely different from before. They were filled with longing, sadness, and anger. All of those emotions tangled so tightly together that they almost looked like one.

"Do you want to try it?" His calm voice snapped Lorelle out of her daze.

But while she stood there in silence, her hands trembling and her heart pounding in fear, someone unexpected appeared.

Leofric—the infamous wizard who rarely left his room and only showed up when the Elders demanded it—walked straight into the grand courtroom of the magic tower. His black robe trailed behind him like a shadow, and every step he took silenced the crowd a little more.

He didn’t even glance at the other wizards. Instead, he stopped beside Lorelle and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"This young woman," he said calmly, his voice echoing through the hall, "is my student, and if you want to punish her ..."

He paused, his gaze swept over the hall. "Then you’ll have to punish me too."

Gasps filled the room. The Elders exchanged uneasy glances. Even though most of the wizards didn’t know Leofric personally, all of them knew one thing: he was the Elders’ golden child.

He was the first person they would call in times of crisis, whether it was a dangerous demon beast appearing near a settlement or a royal family requesting the presence of a powerful wizard.

Leofric was their pride, the tower’s most unpredictable yet irreplaceable asset. That was why his sudden interference left everyone speechless.

No one dared to question him directly, but the whispers started immediately. Why would he protect her? Was she really his student? What did she do to make Leofric of all people stand up for her?

The head of the council cleared his throat nervously. "Master Leofric ... surely you understand that this matter involves the death of another student. We must hold a proper investigation."

Leofric tilted his head slightly. "Investigation?" he repeated. "I was there, Elder. I saw what happened."

The courtroom fell silent again.

"She was attacked," Leofric continued. "That boy used forbidden spells to harm her. She defended herself, and if her magic happened to be stronger than his, that’s not a crime."

He then turned slightly toward her. "Besides, she didn’t destroy a future," he said. "She burned the filth that dared to taint this tower."