The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: The Statue of Sorrow

"Of course," Edmund said softly. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and wiped her face with a clean handkerchief.

Primrose looked up at him and asked, "So ... what do we do now?"

Edmund’s gaze shifted toward the stone temple behind them. "We have to pray before the altar of the Moon Goddess. That’s the tradition."

Primrose simply nodded in response, then followed Edmund as they walked toward the temple entrance. The path was lined with moon-shaped stones, their edges worn down by centuries of footsteps.

As they stepped into the temple, Primrose suddenly felt that the air inside was cooler, and perhaps it was just her imagination, but her exhaustion also seemed to fade little by little as she breathed in the temple air.

They continued walking toward the altar, but just before they reached it, Primrose came to an abrupt stop.

Her eyes had fallen upon a statue standing to the left of the altar, partially hidden in the shadows.

It was the figure of a woman draped in flowing robes, her head bowed, a white veil covering her face. Yet even beneath the shadows, one could still see her lips slightly parted in sorrow, and faint trails of stone-carved tears running down her cheeks.

For some reason, Primrose could feel the sadness and sorrow radiating from the statue. She took a step closer, drawn to it. "What is this statue?" she whispered.

Edmund followed her gaze. "They call her The Mourning Veil."

"The Mourning Veil ..." Primrose reached out to touch the statue.

Her fingers trailed lightly along the edge of the stone veil, just above the curve of the statue’s cheek. The cold marble sent a shiver through her skin, but she didn’t pull away.

"She looks so heartbroken," Primrose whispered. "It’s strange. I’ve never seen a statue that feels so ... alive in its sorrow."

Edmund stood beside her, his expression softening. "Some believe she was once the princess of the werewolf kingdom. Others say she was the holy saintess who devoted her entire life to the gods."

"The gods?" Primrose turned to him in surprise. "Not just the Moon Goddess?"

Edmund nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to the statue. "Yes. Back then, the Moon Goddess hadn’t been born yet. The world was still watched over by the ancient gods of war, fate, and death. They ruled with power and order, but they didn’t understand love."

Primrose blinked. "Then ... how did the Moon Goddess come to be?"

"They say this woman, whether she was a princess or a saintess, fell deeply in love with a lycan warrior. He was brave and loyal, but fated to die young in battle."

Primrose held her breath, completely captivated by the story. "Then what happened?"

"She tried to bring her lover back by praying," Edmund said. "She prayed to the gods, offered her life in exchange, even walked barefoot across these thousand steps every night. But none of the gods answered her, not even one."

Edmund continued softly, "Even after her feet bled, she still walked to this temple every night. They say she cried for him for three full months, until her tears turned into blood."

Primrose felt a shiver run down her spine.

She glanced at the statue, and suddenly, it didn’t feel like just a sculpture anymore. It felt like a memory carved into stone, a frozen moment of heartbreak so deep it had scarred the world itself.

"Her love and grief shook the balance of the divine realm," Edmund explained. "And from that love, a new goddess was born."

Primrose asked softly, a little unsure, "The Moon Goddess?"

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