The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 467: A Captive Duke

"That’s not the point!" Lazarus snapped. "You kidnapped an entire entourage from another kingdom! Do you want to start a war?!"

Primrose gently patted his arm. "Father, please don’t panic. We’re only keeping them here for a short while. Once everything is settled, we’ll send them back safely."

Edmund nodded again. "They are being treated well. There won’t be any torture, or chains."

"That does NOT make it better!!" Lazarus exploded. "Argh! My head! It feels like it’s going to burst!" He took a deep breath before continuing, "Fine. Let’s say you release them later, won’t they recognize you and immediately testify against you?"

Primrose waved her hand lightly. "Oh, you don’t need to worry about that." She smiled sweetly. "They won’t even remember they were ever held here."

Lazarus still looked confused, but Primrose did not explain to him that she had the ability to erase someone’s memories and plant new ones inside their mind.

So instead, she simply said, "We have experts who can make potions that erase memories. That’s why, Father, you don’t have to worry. No one will know about this matter."

At first, Lazarus still wasn’t fully convinced. But the thing was, his daughter normally panicked far more than he did whenever she had to do something new.

So when he saw Primrose looking so calm without even a hint of worry, Lazarus believed she wasn’t lying.

Maybe he really didn’t have anything to fear.

"Alright, but keep your promise." Lazarus turned to Edmund with a serious look. "Don’t stain my dungeon with blood."

"Of course, Father. Besides, I’m not an expert in torturing people," Edmund replied.

Lazarus clicked his tongue. "Don’t lie to me, son. Do you think I’ve only known you for one or two years?"

Edmund quickly looked away, clearly avoiding the comment. Primrose quickly took over the situation. "Alright, Father. Since you’ve already caused a scene first thing in the morning, here’s what you should do so no one becomes suspicious of us."

She asked Lazarus to claim he’d simply had a heated argument with his son-in-law because Edmund had taken her walking through the city until late at night.

Everyone in the manor already knew how protective Lazarus was, so of course they would believe it.

Then, without telling her father anything more, Primrose followed Edmund down to the manor’s dungeon.

"He probably thinks you’ve gone completely crazy for bringing me here," Primrose said with a soft laugh as she stepped inside.

But what Primrose hadn’t expected was just how cold the dungeon was. The chill went straight into her bones, and her teeth began to chatter. Edmund noticed right away and took off his scarf, even though she was already wearing one. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He gently wrapped it around her head and over the lower half of her face so she wouldn’t keep shivering. "Is that better? If not, I can ask one of the soldiers to bring you another coat."

Primrose shook her head. "No, this is enough." Even though the scarf covered her mouth, Edmund could still tell she was smiling because her rosy cheeks lifted just a little. "Thank you, husband."

"Anything for you," he replied warmly, taking her hand as they continued walking deeper into the dungeon.

The manor’s dungeon wasn’t nearly as large as the one in Noctvaris Palace, but that was only natural, since Lazarus almost never used it.

The dungeon was completely clean, without any bloodstains or the metallic smell of corpses. There wasn’t even any dust, because Lazarus always ordered the soldiers to clean it regularly.

Honestly, the place could almost be considered a fairly decent guest room, if only it wasn’t freezing cold in the winter.

When Primrose stopped in front of the cell holding the Duke of Obsidia, she saw Garrick curled up tightly on the bed, trying desperately to keep warm beneath a thin sheet and blanket.

"Y-You’re Lazarus’ daughter..." he said, still shivering. "P-Primrose, right? Why are you here? Did they capture you too?"

It seemed Garrick still hadn’t realized that he was in the residence of the Duke of Illvaris, since he had been brought here while unconscious.

His guards and servants had been placed in separate cells, and a few of them had clearly still been awake when they were dragged into the dungeon.

"Your Grace! They’ve betrayed you!" one of his guards shouted. He had probably stayed silent until now because he was still trying to piece everything together, but the moment he saw Primrose, he became certain this really was the Duke of Illvaris’ residence.

"They took us last night, Your Grace! This must be a trap set by the Kingdom of Azmeria!"

Primrose let out a harsh sigh and turned toward the guard. "The Kingdom of Azmeria has nothing to do with this. We captured Duke Garrick because of... some personal matters."

Her husband—or more accurately, his soldiers—had worked hard to capture the Duke of Obsidia and his entire entourage. Because of that, Primrose didn’t want the King of Azmeria to take advantage of the situation.

She was sure that if Averon ever discovered the place where the children were being kept, he would immediately claim all the credit for "saving" them.

Therefore, she already had a plan to make it clear to everyone that her husband, King Edmund of Noctvaris, was the one who performed the good deed of freeing those who had been abused.

Still, a small part of her felt uneasy. It didn’t seem right to use the misfortune of those children for political gain. But even so... it was still better than letting Averon—the very man who had locked them up in the first place—pretend to be some kind of hero.

She couldn’t even imagine what those children had gone through, and she wondered whether they would ever be able to live normally after this.

When she thought about that, Primrose couldn’t help but feel the urge to kill the Duke of Obsidia right in front of her.

She didn’t feel even a trace of sympathy for him, not even now when he was shivering from the bitter winter cold.

"Duke Garrick," Primrose finally said, speaking to him at last. "How does it feel to be held captive against your will? Just like what you did to those poor children."