The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424: The Gods Who Despised Her

"Father, I don’t think there’s any urgency for us to go to the temple right now," Primrose said once they were inside the carriage.

Lazarus sat beside her, while Edmund sat across from them. Since they were using the Duke of Illvaris’s carriage, it was much smaller than the one they usually used back in Noctvaris.

Because of that, Edmund had to keep his head lowered the entire way, or else he would keep bumping it against the carriage ceiling.

Primrose felt bad for her husband, but if they wanted to visit the temple, it was better to use a carriage that the priests would recognize.

"Silly child, what do you mean by that?!" Lazarus looked at her with reddened eyes. "You haven’t visited the temple in months! Of course, you have to go now, otherwise, you might be cursed with bad luck!"

If only her father knew that she had already died once in her past life, he’d probably think it was because she didn’t go to the temple often enough.

Honestly, she never understood what was so special about it. She had never felt like the temple had truly helped her.

Every time Primrose wished for something in the temple, for some reason, she always got the opposite.

When she was seven, she had an old dog named Bardi. He had been with her father even before she was born.

So she prayed to the gods, asking them to make Bardi live longer. But the next morning, she found her beloved dog lying lifeless in the backyard.

Sure, it sounded like a coincidence because Bardi was already very old, but it still left a bad feeling in her chest.

Then, another time, she prayed again, hoping her father would buy her lots of jewelry. But instead of that, one of his distilleries caught fire, and he lost a huge amount of money. It took him almost a year to recover from it.

It kept happening again and again, and since then, Primrose wasn’t sure whether the gods were blessing her or just making fun of her.

She actually felt much more comfortable inside the Moon Goddess Temple than in any other temple across the Vellmoria Empire.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but she often felt like the gods of Vellmoria hated her, like they were watching her with cold eyes every time she stepped inside their sacred halls, making her feel completely out of place.

She thought that maybe this time would be different, that maybe she wouldn’t feel that strange heaviness again.

But the moment she stepped into the temple, she instantly felt the cold, distant gaze of the god who ruled over this place, as if watching her every move with silent disapproval.

"You’re probably not familiar with this temple," Lazarus said, turning to Edmund. "This is the temple of the God of Fortune, one of the most respected deities in the Vellmoria Empire. People believe that those who earn his favor will live a life full of wealth and blessings."

He smiled proudly as he looked around the grand hall, where golden ornaments and offerings shimmered softly under the candlelight.

"I’ve been praying here since I was young, and look how well life has treated me," he said. "That’s why I wanted to bring you both here to receive the god’s blessing."

Primrose held Edmund’s hand and let her father walk ahead toward the altar.

Unlike the statue of the Moon Goddess in Noctvaris, the statue of the God of Fortune—Seradiel—had no head, just like any other God’s statue in the Vellmoria Empire.

She never really understood why, but Lazarus once told her it had something to do with the fifteen gods who had died long ago.

Their followers had gone mad, burning every temple to the ground and smashing all the statues, so that future generations could no longer worship them.

From that time onward, there were rumors saying that those people had been controlled by a witch, someone who used dark magic to influence them through the gods’ eyes.

That was why, when new deities began to appear, their statues were made without heads, to prevent dark witches from controlling believers through their gods’ gaze.

At first, Primrose believed that story, but after meeting a dark witch—Raven—she started to question whether someone could truly be that powerful, strong enough to control thousands, or even millions, of people in such a short time.

Raven could barely protect herself, let alone kill gods. Still, since she was considered young for a dark witch, maybe she wasn’t the best example.

"Edmund," Primrose whispered, tugging at her husband’s sleeve and asking him to lean down so she could speak near his ear. "You don’t have to pray in this temple."

Edmund raised a brow, curious. "Why not? I took you to the Moon Goddess’ temple, didn’t I?"

"It’s just that... the gods here aren’t very friendly," Primrose said softly. "So... I don’t want them to mess with our marriage."

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