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

Chapter 533: Don’t Open That Door

"It’s just..." Edmund spoke softly, then paused for a moment. "I feel bad for keeping you up all night, even though I know you need a lot of rest."

[The reason why I kept her up all night wasn’t even to make her happy,] Edmund thought. [All this depressing stuff must be making her feel sad and stressed. I should give her something nice later to make her happy.]

[Maybe a surprise—No, my wife! I didn’t say anything!] He panicked as he realized that Primrose had read his mind.

On the other hand, Primrose let out a small laugh because her husband’s thoughts managed to comfort her when her mind had been filled with unpleasant things since yesterday.

"You don’t have to give me anything," Primrose said with a gentle smile. "You’ve already done enough, my husband. When all of this is over, the only thing I want is to sleep well in our soft bed."

Even though Illvaris was her hometown, her heart also longed to return home to the Kingdom of Noctvaris, her new home with Edmund. To be honest, who would have thought there would come a day when she would choose Noctvaris over Illvaris or even Azmeria?

If the Primrose from the past knew this, she would have been very confused.

"I can give you that as well," Edmund said, nodding quickly. "I will give you the softest bed in Noctvaris."

"Our bed is already soft enough," Primrose replied with a smile. "I just miss our home, that’s all."

Edmund paused for a moment before a soft smile appeared on his face. "I miss it too."

They looked at each other for a while before Edmund finally snapped back to his senses. "But first, I need to check this room." He knocked on the wall again, and after a moment, he heard a hollow sound from the corner on the right side of the room.

Primrose stood up and walked over to him. "The wallpaper looks old," she said. Her golden eyes carefully studied the pattern. "My father used this same pattern in one of our rooms. If I remember correctly, it stopped being made about twenty years ago. So... I don’t think they could replace it if they tore this part."

She touched her chin and murmured, "From the color... it’s definitely been here for a long time. I don’t think Averon ever removed it."

Something even Averon didn’t want to open? What could be hidden there?

"Should we open it or not?" she asked, a little unsure. "There might be something useful behind it, but..." she lowered her voice, "there might also be explosive magic."

Edmund pressed his ear against the wall and went silent for a moment. Primrose also said nothing because she didn’t want to disturb her husband’s concentration.

"I don’t hear anything," he said. "And I don’t feel anything either."

"There’s no strange magic?" Primrose asked, just to be sure.

Edmund stepped back and shook his head. "No. None at all."

"Weird... sound?"

He shook his head right away. "It’s nothing."

Primrose looked at the wall again and asked, "Then can I try to listen too?"

"No," Edmund said firmly. He walked over to her and gently guided her toward the door. "I’ll break this wall, but you need to wait outside."

Primrose didn’t even get the chance to respond. Edmund had already led her out of the room and shut the door behind her. She stood there, staring at it in confusion. If he didn’t feel anything strange behind the wall, then why did he still want her to stay outside?

CRACK!

She flinched in surprise when she suddenly heard the sound of the wall being forcefully broken. She had no idea what method her husband used, but honestly, she didn’t care about that. The only thing she cared about was whether her husband was alright or not.

Primrose leaned closer to the door and called out anxiously, "Edmund, husband! Are you alright?! Did you find anything strange behind the wall? Can I come in now?!"

Her hand quickly reached for the doorknob, but when she tried to open it, she realized it was locked from the inside. When no answer came from Edmund, she closed her eyes for a moment and used their marriage rings to see through his point of view.

"Edmund, what do you see?" she murmured softly.

She had been worried that she might see her husband injured or blown up. But fortunately, he was fine and still standing firmly in front of the wall that had been shattered into pieces.

Oddly enough, instead of finding a hidden room behind it, Edmund was faced with an iron door. The red paint on its surface had peeled off, but the words carved into it were still clearly visible.

’The Pieces of God’

For a moment, Edmund didn’t move.

His eyes stayed fixed on the words, his expression slowly turning serious. Something about them felt... wrong. Not dangerous in an obvious way, but unsettling, like a silent warning buried deep within the metal.

Outside the room, Primrose frowned slightly as she continued watching through his eyes.

"Pieces... of God?" she murmured under her breath.

It reminded her of Nina, who used to collect many ancient objects, only to destroy them later because she believed those things could awaken the Old God and bring disaster in the future.

As for the reason? Primrose wasn’t entirely sure either.

To be honest, she didn’t even fully understand what the Old God actually was.

"Edmund, I don’t think that room is safe," Primrose said. She was sure that Edmund could hear her clearly, but strangely, he didn’t respond at all.

Normally, Edmund would never ignore her like this.

"Edmund, open the door!" Primrose became more forceful, trying to open it. She even threw her body against the door, attempting to break it open, but of course, it didn’t work.

"Edmund, I will really get mad if you don’t open this damn door!" she shouted again, her voice filled with worry.

On the other side, instead of listening to her, he moved as if he wanted to open the iron door. At that moment, Primrose had a strong feeling that the door was hiding something dangerous.

"No! Don’t open it!"

"Soldiers!" she shouted down the hallway, quickly calling them over. "Open this damn door now!"