The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 463: The Lycan King Who Didn’t Bite

He continued, "And I promise you, I will never harm those who treat my wife with such kindness and gentleness."

Edmund’s gentle words made the people around them fall into silence. Some of them even wondered in their minds whether the man standing before them was truly the bloodthirsty Lycan King they had heard about.

His handsome face alone could certainly deceive people, but they were not foolish enough to trust a beast just because he was good-looking.

In the end, it was his gentle attitude toward his wife that managed to win their hearts.

Primrose looked completely at ease beside him. There was no fear in her eyes, no stiffness in her body. She didn’t look like a prisoner, nor did she look like someone forced to stay by his side. She certainly didn’t look like a mere tool or a slave sex.

Anyone with eyes could see it clearly that they looked like a couple deeply in love, and the small, natural gestures Primrose showed toward Edmund made it obvious that he had never raised a hand against her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[So the rumors were wrong.]

[We really shouldn’t have believed them so easily.]

[How could people spread such horrible rumors when this couple looks so sweet?]

Primrose didn’t say anything more. She only smiled, pleased that so many of them had finally realized Edmund wasn’t the monster they imagined him to be.

For a moment, the atmosphere felt awkward, until a little girl stepped forward and held out a batch of freshly baked apple pies toward Edmund.

[Aaaaaa! Why do I suddenly have to give the pies to the Lycan King?!]

The little girl stayed silent for a while, so Primrose bent down to look at her face more clearly. Then she asked gently, "Do you want to give the pies to His Majesty?"

The girl bit her lower lip and sneaked a glance at Edmund standing behind Primrose. "Y-yes."

"Then you should ask him," Primrose said with a warm smile, lightly guiding the girl closer to Edmund. But the child seemed stuck in place, her feet refusing to move. "Don’t be scared," Primrose added softly. "He won’t bite you."

[It’s all because I picked the short stick! That stupid stick! I’ll snap it later!] the girl complained in her heart.

It seemed she and her friends had made a bet, and whoever picked the short stick had to do the scariest task; talk to the Lycan King and offer him food.

These kids...

Primrose could only sigh inwardly, because they still had the nerve to turn something terrifying into a game.

The little girl lifted the pies higher and finally asked in a shaky voice, "Your Majesty... do beasts eat pies?"

Edmund froze. He hadn’t expected to be accepted by the people so quickly. More than that, he rarely interacted with children, so he didn’t know how to react.

"Yes..." he answered after a pause. His voice was low and gentle, almost a whisper. "We do eat pies."

"T-Then please take this!" The girl quickly handed the warm tray to him—almost throwing it out of nervousness—but Edmund caught it easily. "My mother spent all day making these since yesterday, so you have to... finish them!"

[If the Lycan King throws away my pies, my mother will kill me! That stupid stick, I’ll definitely break it later!]

This kid...

Primrose chuckled softly, finding her far too adorable. She kept speaking fiercely in her mind, yet on the outside, she acted timid and demure.

"I’ll eat them... thank you," Edmund said, sounding a little awkward, but sincere.

[The pies look way too sweet,] Edmund thought, already imagining how sugary they must be. He wasn’t fond of sweet food after all. [But the girl gave them to me... I’ll eat them later.]

Primrose gently took the pies from his hands and leaned closer, lowering her voice. "It’s alright. I’ll help you finish them later."

She then asked a soldier to place them in the carriage. When she turned back around, she noticed the townspeople finally relax. Within seconds, the tension melted away, and the city became lively again, filled with chatter and laughter.

"My Lady, would you like to try my grilled chicken?!" a middle-aged woman called out as she grabbed Primrose’s hand and tugged her toward her stall. "His Majesty will surely like it!"

Primrose laughed softly and reached back to take Edmund’s hand, pulling him along with her. "My husband really does like chicken."

One by one, the townspeople began offering them food, almost as if they were hoping to receive some kind of blessing from the royal couple.

Primrose, who had barely eaten earlier in the palace because she had been busy greeting everyone, finally had the chance to fill her stomach. She could feel just how hungry she was.

"This is so delicious!" she said happily after taking a bite of the grilled chicken covered in special seasoning. It was only a little spicy for her, but for Edmund, it felt like his mouth was on fire.

"Your Majesty... is the meat not to your taste?" the seller asked carefully, clearly worried that the Lycan King might dislike it.

Before Edmund could say anything, Primrose spoke first. "Oh, don’t worry at all. Your meat is truly delicious. My husband just can’t eat food that’s too spicy."

"Too spicy?" The middle-aged woman tilted her head and muttered to herself. "But even the kids can eat it."

[I’m a failure...] Edmund thought, his mood sinking fast. It felt as if he had failed at something important, even though all he had done was avoid spicy food.

[If even children can eat it, shouldn’t I be able to? My wife must be embarrassed by me.]

"No, I’m not embarrassed," Primrose whispered to him. "Husband, don’t worry. It’s not your fault that you have a weak tongue."

Long ago, before beasts became civilized, beasts ate raw meat. Because of that, they didn’t add many spices to their food, so they could still taste the meat’s natural flavor.

Because of this, Edmund wasn’t used to strong flavors like spicy food.

"I-I don’t have a weak tongue," he muttered, defending himself. It was probably the first time anyone had ever called him weak in any way.

But Primrose didn’t pay much attention to that small issue. Her focus had already shifted to something else. "Husband, look!" she said excitedly. "There are magical paper windmills!"