"Sometimes, when I’m bored, I go there. And before you and your father were born into this world, I saw both of your souls there."
Primrose fell silent after hearing his words. For a moment, she couldn’t even breathe properly. She never thought that something people called a legend could really be true.
"Then... what did you see?" Primrose asked. She finally became calmer than before. Her tense body slowly relaxed. "What were we doing there?"
"Crying," Leofric answered briefly.
He deepened his gaze as he continued, "Both of you were crying so hard that if you had bodies at that time, your eyes might have popped out of their sockets."
In the place between life and death, their memories are usually erased so they won’t carry the painful memories of the past into their next life.
Sometimes, those memories are also erased as a punishment, but that only happens to those who committed very serious mistakes in their previous lives.
They are punished by having to live a miserable life in their next life without knowing why they have to live that way.
It is cruel, really, because the people who suffer like that often believe they have done nothing wrong.
Now that she knew what kind of life she had lived in the past, Primrose felt certain that heaven was giving her a reward in this life. After all, she had suffered so much before.
Honestly, Primrose didn’t even know what kind of life she would live after the Cardinal took her back. But no matter what it was, she knew it would be very bad.
No wonder her life with Lazarus felt so peaceful and happy, at least until the Emperor of Vellmoria stepped in and used her as a living truce between the human and beast kingdoms.
"Were we crying because we were sad?" Primrose asked softly.
"No, I don’t think so," Leofric replied in an easy tone. "Actually, you were crying because you were happy to see each other. To be honest, your father didn’t even want to let go of your hand before he was sent to the world first."
"In other words, Your Majesty, even before you were born, your father, Lazarus, loved you so much. I truly believe he never saw you as a burden, and never blamed you for his beloved wife’s death."
Usually, Leofric always acted too relaxed and casual. Sometimes, he even annoyed Primrose. But right now, he sounded calm, wise, and sincere.
Maybe he was trying to comfort her after everything she had just seen, or maybe he really had two different sides to him. After all, he was very old, so it wasn’t strange for him to be so thoughtful.
"Even your mother loves you," Leofric said gently.
Primrose’s gaze slowly softened. She bit her lower lip because she felt like she was about to cry. "Did I meet her too... in that place?" she asked quietly.
Leofric nodded. "You did." He smiled at her. "And she looked so happy when she saw you. I always felt that she had been waiting to meet you as her daughter."
"Whether it’s your mother or your father, both of them love you, Your Majesty," Leofric added. "Because in this life, you are meant to receive the love you never had before."
Primrose’s lips trembled slightly as she asked in a small voice, "Because I endured so much suffering in my past life?"
This time, instead of nodding or answering her question, Leofric only looked at her in silence and smiled.
At that moment, Primrose knew that he was hiding something. But she didn’t know what it was, since he was able to block her magic from reading his mind.
Deep down, she also found it strange that he knew so much about her in the place between life and death. There were so many people in that place, right? But why did he pay so much attention to her?
He could even block her magic from reading his thoughts, just like the mysterious man she had met before.
Still, Primrose didn’t believe that Leofric and that man were the same person. If they really were the same, it would mean that Leofric was her father.
That was impossible.
After all, he loved Lorelle with a pure and sincere heart, something the Cardinal would never be able to do.
Primrose was about to say something, but the door to her chamber was suddenly pushed open roughly.
"ROSIE!"
Lazarus stood at the doorway, breathing hard, with her husband right behind him. Both of them looked shocked and scared. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of worry.
It was probably because Edmund had finally found out that his wife had fainted again for the second time, right after Leofric broke the mysterious man’s magic.
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