The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 454: Where the Queen Belongs

[Why does he look so gentle? I worked hard to send Lady Primrose to the beastlands so she would suffer. Then what is this? Why does she look so happy now?]

Primrose held her breath when she heard Averon’s thoughts, the King of Azmeria. She knew that the king was somewhat of a jerk, but since he had always appeared like a fine gentleman, people couldn’t see his rotten side.

And now that she could read people’s minds, she finally realized that he wasn’t just a jerk, but something worse than a jerk—a bastard.

Based on the soldiers’ thoughts that Primrose had interrogated in the bakery, she discovered that there was a connection between the bandits entering this kingdom and the king. More than that, the bandits’ main target was her father’s distillery, the most successful business in the entire kingdom, even across the empire.

At first, she thought that there might have been some misunderstanding and that she needed to look at the bigger picture first.

But now... she had also heard that the King of Azmeria was the very one who caused Primrose to be forced to go to Noctvaris, She no longer felt uncertain.

The King of Azmeria was the true mastermind behind the bandits entering the kingdom.

"Yes, we are also very glad to see you in person, Your Majesty," Averon said to Edmund with a smile. "I hope you now have a good impression of Azmeria’s women after marrying one of them."

Primrose narrowed her eyes because the way he said it sounded strange, even her husband thought so.

"My wife does not represent all the people of her homeland," Edmund said calmly but firmly. "My Primrose is one person. She is herself."

[ He got a beautiful one,] Averon thought. [So isn’t it normal for him to think all women in Azmeria are beautiful? Well, maybe no one can beat Primrose’s beauty... but at least a few are still quite decent, like my wife.]

Primrose was a bit speechless when the king thought of his own wife as "quite decent" instead of beautiful. What kind of husband even thinks like that?

"Of course, Your Majesty," Averon said again with a smile, then looked straight at Primrose. "I suppose the beast kingdom has very different manners from ours."

Primrose pretended not to understand. She tilted her head slightly. "Could you please explain what you mean, Your Majesty?"

Averon let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "Oh, it’s nothing important. I was just surprised to see that you don’t show respect to your husband by walking behind him."

He said it sweetly, too sweetly, and that made Primrose feel even more sick.

Honestly, it wasn’t surprising for the King of Azmeria to say rotten things while showing a sweet smile. However, no matter how many times he did it, Primrose still saw him as a jerk.

Yes, many people truly didn’t know how rotten Averon was behind the scenes, not even Bianca herself. That was because he had a talent for hiding everything behind his perfect mask.

When Primrose was sixteen, Averon—who was still the Crown Prince at that time—came to the Duke of Illvaris’s manor and proposed to her.

Honestly, it was normal for a Crown Prince to look for his fiancée at a young age. But Averon... he was already a twenty-six-year-old man!

She repeated, he was a twenty-six-year-old man who wanted to marry a sixteen-year-old girl who had not even entered her debutante age yet!

His proposal created a huge uproar because Lazarus rejected that ridiculous offer outright. Of course, the former King of Azmeria stepped in to defend his son and said that Lazarus was being too harsh.

He even said, "This young flower will grow anyway. What’s wrong with marrying her now? Wouldn’t it be better for her to fix her future so early?"

Of course, it didn’t end well.

Lazarus, who usually appeared calm in front of the other nobles, finally lost control. He threw a cup of tea at the king and was thrown into jail for two days.

That kind of behavior should have ended with him on the gallows, but because he had such a high reputation in the Vellmoria Empire, the Emperor eventually stepped in and cleared Lazarus of any criminal record.

What happened that day became a secret shared only by Lazarus, the royal family, and the Emperor. All the maids and soldiers who witnessed it were also exiled, so no one knew that this gentle King of Azmeria had once tried to marry a young girl.

After recalling what had happened in the past, Primrose was finally certain that Averon wanted to destroy her father’s distillery because he still held a deep grudge.

If Lazarus’s business hadn’t played such an important role in the empire’s economy, Averon would have already laid his hands on her.

Disgusting.

That was the only word Primrose could think of to describe him.

"Why should my wife walk behind me?" Edmund spoke up calmly, answering Averon’s question. "As a symbol of respecting her husband? That’s nonsense."

The moment those words left his mouth, the air inside the ballroom instantly turned tense. The nobles nearby immediately turned their heads toward them.

"Are they fighting?"

"Did the Beast King just insult our king?"

"No, no. I think he’s defending his wife."

"My Queen is the one who accompanies me on the throne," Edmund said calmly.

"She is the mother of our kingdom, the one who brings warmth and joy to even the wildest beasts." He tightened his hand around Primrose’s. "Someone as great and precious as my Primrose belongs right next to me. That is how I show my respect to my wife, and she shows her respect to me by holding my hand."

The moment Edmund finished speaking, the entire ballroom fell into silence.

The nobles who had been gossiping only seconds ago froze in place. Some stared at Edmund in shock. Others turned their eyes to Primrose as if seeing her for the first time. Even Averon’s smile stiffened for a brief second.

Words like that had never been spoken by noblemen before, and the way he said them became a real eye-opener for the ladies who heard it.

The Beast King, who was rumored to be a bloodthirsty and cruel creature, turned out to be a true gentleman who respected and loved his wife so deeply that he would never allow her to walk behind him.