The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: The King Who Painted the Halls Red

"Close your eyes," Edmund said as he carried Primrose down the blood-soaked hallway.

Just as Leofric had warned earlier, Sevrin truly had to think about the massive destruction this battle had caused.

From the walls to the floor, there wasn’t a single spot untouched by blood. Even though Primrose couldn’t see it, she could still smell the pungent metallic stench filling her nose.

Although Edmund had told her not to look, a part of her was so curious that she opened her eyes slightly, only to be greeted by the most horrendous scene she had ever witnessed.

She had seen soldiers cut down bandits before, watched her husband rip apart the tiger tribe in the forest, and she had even killed two people herself. But nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to the horror before her.

Lifeless bodies were scattered across the floor, yet none remained intact. Their intestines spilled out of their stomachs like slaughtered livestock.

Severed heads and limbs were strewn everywhere, while thick blood covered the ground so completely she couldn’t even find a clean spot to step on.

Even the ceiling was splattered with blood, making her wonder in disbelief ... how on earth had blood reached that high?!

Primrose gagged instinctively, nausea twisting her stomach at the gruesome sight, but she quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself.

"I told you not to look." Edmund cupped the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest. Earlier, he had changed his clothes so they were no longer stained with blood, though traces still lingered on his hands and face.

Even so, his scent was far better than the reek of blood around them.

"It’ll take at least two weeks to clean all this up," Edmund murmured. "We’ll have to stay in the buildings behind the palace for now. I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful not to stain the palace like this."

[I’m sorry ...] His voice in his own mind was even softer than what he had said aloud. [I didn’t mean to frighten you.]

"I’m not afraid of you," Primrose whispered, looping her arms around his neck. "I only feel scared when I can’t see you." She added, almost like a complaint, "You don’t even let me see you through your ring."

Edmund stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "I didn’t want to dirty your eyes with something so foul." He paused, his voice darkening. "And I didn’t want you to hear the disgusting words those rotten wolves spat out."

Primrose finally lifted her face, but her gaze stayed on her husband alone, not the nightmare that surrounded them.

"Did they speak badly about me?" she asked softly. "Like ... the way the Marquess of Moonshadow did?"

Edmund’s gaze softened as he gave a small nod. "Something like that," he admitted. Then his voice turned cold. "But don’t worry, I cut out their tongues."

His jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face as Weston’s vile words about his wife replayed in his mind.

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