Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Epilogue: The Legend of Swan and Wolf (I)

Gale was sitting on the ground while facing the Sacred Selene Lake.

It was late spring, and the previously barren grassland around the lake was filled with all kinds of flowers that were alien to the people of the Earth realm.

But for Gale, it wasn’t foreign, because his wife told him each of the names of those flowers since they were native to the Goddess’ realm, where Swan resided for a while.

He took a deep breath, flooding his sensory system with the scents of the flowers around him, but the fragrant flowers paled in comparison with the most beautiful flower of them all.

"Husband!"

Gale turned his head, and saw his flower, Swan, waving at him after she had successfully made a crown using the flowers around her.

Gale smiled as he sighed lovingly, and murmured, "Truly, your scent is the sweetest, wife. I can’t imagine living without your scent around me all the time."

Swan put the flower crown on her head and ran towards her husband who was still sitting while staring at her.

"Husband, come take a look! I’ve made this for you!" Swan exclaimed as she threw her body into his embrace, and sat on his lap. He put the flower crown on Gale’s head, and giggled, "You look less scary wearing this. Maybe you should wear this permanently, so nobody will fear you too much."

Gale chuckled. He didn’t mind doing whatever his wife wanted. She was the only reason for him to continue living, especially after suffering under the curse for a long time.

"Then, you need to make one every day, since these flowers will wilt," Gale said.

"Eh... but it’s so tiring just to make one of these," Swan complained.

"You can just use your magic. It’d take less than a second, right?"

"But then it will have a different feeling," Swan replied. "Do you want me to cook our food using magic? It can be done in less than a second, but I’m sure it’ll taste slightly different."

Gale nodded defeatedly.

He had to admit that Swan’s handmade food was vastly superior to the one created by her magic, to the point that Gale could sense the difference just by the scent.

"You’re right. I can’t eat the food created by magic," Gale confessed. "I’d rather eat raw meat."

"Told you," Swan smiled. "But it’s alright. I can use my magic to make sure the flowers will never wilt."