The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364: The Path of the Unorthodox

It took Naveer quite a long time to examine Lorelle. She didn’t just check her body but also her soul, along with the traces of magic lingering inside her.

Primrose grew so bored that she nearly fell asleep on the couch while waiting for it to end. Meanwhile, Leofric waited patiently out on the balcony, standing with his back to the door because he had no desire to peek inside.

Nearly half an hour later, Primrose felt someone tap her shoulder. She straightened up at once and blurted, "I wasn’t sleeping!" Her eyes widened when she saw Naveer standing before her instead of Solene. "Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout."

She was just too used to being woken by Solene or Sevrin and forgot to mind her manners. However, since Lorelle’s condition was a tightly guarded secret, Primrose couldn’t allow Solene to step into this room.

"You were sleeping, Your Majesty." Naveer spoke before Primrose could defend herself. "I’ve finished examining Lady Lorelle. You may call Sir Leofric back inside now."

Primrose turned to look at Lorelle, who was quietly fixing her clothes and tying up her hair.

She didn’t show any significant expression and even thought to herself, [Finally, it’s over. I just want to sleep.]

Yes, Lorelle hadn’t cared about the so-called test from the start. Deep down, she still believed there was no hope left for her.

"How is she?" Leofric asked the moment Primrose allowed him back inside. "What do you think? Is there anything you can do to help her?"

On the other hand, although Naveer’s mind was filled with excitement and joy at having the chance to study such a rare patient, she still tried to appear calm and hide her smile.

"It’s kind of complicated, Sir Leofric," Naveer began.

Together, they walked toward Lorelle’s bedside, while Primrose settled back onto the couch nearby.

"As I suspected, her body has grown terribly fragile," Naveer continued. "But her soul ... her soul can still be saved."

Primrose frowned, calling out from across the room. "What do you mean by that?"

If someone’s body had already withered, how could they possibly save the soul? Besides, what was the point of saving the soul if the vessel had already been destroyed? Didn’t that sound strange?

"That’s exactly what I meant." Naveer spoke again, this time more serious. "I don’t think I’m capable of saving her body, but I may still find a way to mend her broken soul."

It still didn’t make sense.

Primrose’s brow furrowed deeply as she tried to piece it together. A soul without a body was like a flame without a lamp, where could it burn, and how long could it last?

Leofric clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw tightening. "So you’re saying ... her body is beyond help?" His voice torned between anger and despair.

Naveer did not flinch. Instead, she met his eyes with a rare solemnity. "Her body has been worn down by years of strain and the residue of magic. Even if I forced it to heal, it would collapse again. But her soul ... that is different. If her soul shatters completely, she will vanish. If I can keep it whole, there may still be a path for her in the future."

[If I don’t save her soul, then she may never have the chance to reincarnate,] Naveer added silently in her mind. [But ... if they are willing to attempt something unorthodox, then that might be better.]

Primrose shifted uneasily on the couch, her gaze flicking between Lorelle and Naveer. "A path? What kind of path are you talking about?"

Naveer hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. She wasn’t sure if she should say more. For a long moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the faint rustle of Lorelle adjusting her sleeves as though none of this concerned her.

Finally, Naveer spoke in a low tone, almost a whisper. "A path that does not rely on the body she has now ... but something else entirely."

Primrose suddenly remembered that in her first life, Naveer had been able to fill inanimate objects with souls, whether those souls came from animals or even fragments of other people’s souls.

"Lady Naveer, are you ... planning to experiment on her?" Primrose asked, narrowing her eyes with suspicion.

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