The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 489: Stay Away From My Daughter!

"Kidnap her? My ass!" Lazarus snapped. "You let her live in that rotten place!"

His voice shook with anger. "Instead of kidnapping her, I saved her," he continued. "I saved her from you fake, cruel people who pretend to be holy!"

Lazarus turned away from the front door and rushed toward the back door in the kitchen. But just as he had expected, the holy soldiers were already waiting for him there.

It could be said that they had completely surrounded his house, leaving him with no choice but to surrender. But even when he was cornered like a little mouse, Lazarus still held the little girl tightly in his arms.

"I won’t let them take you back to that rotten place," he whispered into her ear. "I promise. I promise."

Even though it was faint, Primrose could hear that his voice was trembling slightly. At that moment, she knew that he was also afraid, yet he was still trying his best to look brave in front of her.

Why would he do this?

She was just a stranger who hadn’t even been with him for a year, and yet he always tried his best to protect her.

What was the point of this?

Why would he risk his life just to save a meaningless life like her?

"You bastard! Give the Saintess back to us!" one of the holy soldiers shouted. "The Cardinal will forgive you if you return his daughter safely!"

Instead of obeying them, Lazarus spat in their direction. "To hell with the Cardinal!" he roared. "What kind of father locks up his kid like a damn cattle!"

Why did he hate the Cardinal so much? It felt like he had some personal grudge against that holy man, like something deep and painful was hidden in his heart.

Unfortunately, since this was only a fragment of her memories, she wasn’t able to read Lazarus’s mind.

That actually didn’t make sense.

When she had seen her husband in her past life through Raven’s ability, she could still read his thoughts. But now, she truly couldn’t use any of her abilities.

Maybe it had something to do with who had brought her into these memories.

Maybe the reason she couldn’t use her powers was because the mysterious man had sealed them, so she could only watch these fragments of memories like she was watching a play on a stage.

But Primrose didn’t have time to think about it any longer, because the holy soldiers kept shouting at her father.

"Lock her up?!" one of them yelled. "Are you a fool?! To become a Saintess, she has to go through the pain of this world!"

"That’s the only way for her to understand suffering!"

"That’s the only way for her to become pure!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Their voices were loud and cold. To them, pain wasn’t something cruel. Instead, it was a step for the Saintess to go through all kinds of suffering in the world, so that she could be reborn as someone purer.

Not only that, they also believed that by torturing the Saintess, it was the same as having her atone for other people’s sins.

"You’re insane," Lazarus said through clenched teeth. "You’re fucking insane! Do you think I would let you treat her the same way you treated my sister back then?! You will fucking kill her!"

His sister?

In Primrose’s timeline, Lazarus was an only child. He didn’t have any siblings, let alone a sister. But since they were now in a different time, his life must have been completely different.

Was his sister also chosen to become a Saintess?

Was that the reason Lazarus decided to take care of her? Because Rose reminded him of his little sister, who had also been tortured under the Cardinal’s control?

No wonder he was always filled with hatred whenever he talked about the Cardinal.

"Your sister was a great Saintess!" one of the soldiers shouted. "You should be grateful that His Holiness chose her as the hope of humanity!"

"Why are you angry when she is already in heaven?!"

Lazarus laughed bitterly. "Heaven? My ass!" he roared. "She was twelve! Twelve! She should have grown up. She should have gone to the market. She should have baked bread and sold cakes. She should have lived, but you killed her!"

"You destroyed her future!" he shouted the louder at last.

"You—" one of the soldiers tried to speak.

"That’s enough."

A gentle voice suddenly cut through the chaos. Primrose turned her head toward the door and saw a man with a blurry face walk into the room.

A blurry face?

"The person who gave you this fragment of memories deliberately hid his real face from you," Leofric said.

If Primrose had been able to move her own body, she would have jumped in surprise whenever she heard Leofric’s voice. It was because he was so quiet that she often forgot about his presence.

Back to the man with the blurry face—if he was the same person who had placed this fragment of memories into her mind, then there was a chance that he was the one who claimed to be her father.

The Cardinal.

"Your Holiness!" The holy soldiers dropped to their knees at once. They bowed so deeply that their foreheads almost touched the floor.

Their voices were full of fear, and also full of respect, as if the man standing there wasn’t human at all, but a god.

"Zarius Kindrell..." The Cardinal spoke his name gently. Even though Primrose couldn’t see his face, she was sure that he was showing his fake smile. "I remember you, son. Your sister, Zenith, kept calling your name back then. But you never came to the temple."

Lazarus looked at the Cardinal with disgust. "The moment you brought Zenith into your temple, she completely changed. You killed her soul, so what was the point of seeing her again?"

The Cardinal let out a soft laugh, as if Lazarus’s words were nothing more than a child’s complaint. "You still hold so much anger," he said calmly. "That is why you will never understand God’s will."

"God’s will?" Lazarus repeated, his voice shaking. "You call that torture God’s will?"

He tightened his arms around Rose. "You locked her inside those walls, and you broke her."

The Cardinal slowly walked closer. "She was chosen," he said. "That was her honor."

"Honor?" Lazarus laughed bitterly. "She was a child! She wanted to bake bread with me. She wanted to open a small shop. She wanted to live like a normal girl."

He gritted his teeth. "She didn’t want to be your ’holy symbol.’"

For a moment, silence filled the room. Even the holy soldiers lowered their heads, but the Cardinal’s voice remained calm. "Feelings are weak," he said. "Faith is stronger."

Lazarus’s eyes burned in anger. "Then keep your faith," he said. "And stay away from my daughter."