Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: The Saintess Saves Those She Wants to Save (I)

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Swan continued staring at the fireplace and murmured, "Goddess, if my presence will only bring harm to others, then please end me now, toss me into the fiery pit of hell if that is what I deserve."

"If you pardon me for my sin, then please give me the power to save every one whom I love. You told me once that I am your daughter. You also told me that I am a Saintess," Swan closed her eyes, and shed a tear from the corner of her eye. She finally joined her hands in a praying position and said, "Goddess, I, Swan of Holy Achate, prayed with all my heart so you will allow me to fix my wrongdoing. I know that I am not perfect, nor will I ever be. Grace me with your holy light, and let me change the outcome of this sure misfortune."

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As Swan continued praying deep in her heart, the sun began to set, and the cold night finally came. She could feel the chilling sensation around her deformed leg. It was uncomfortable, but she kept praying because that was all she could do; to beg for the Goddess, so she could change this misfortune.

’Goddess, please let me do something. Let me save them all.’

A gentle light slowly emanated from Swan’s chest, and it didn’t take long for her body to be covered with the Goddess’ light. The tears that Swan shed from the corner of her eyes turned into crystal as it dropped from her cheek, and...

Blip!

Swan was swallowed by the light and disappeared from the bed.

*Goddess’ Realm*

"Open your eyes, my dear daughter."

Swan opened her eyes slowly and found herself standing in the middle of a room completely made out of marble. Even the furniture was made out of expensive white marble.

Swan knew that she was currently inside the Goddess’ realm. She had visited this place once in her dream when she was accompanying Gale in the cave during his coldest rut.

"I heard your plea, my dear daughter."

Swan turned her head and saw her supposed mother—the Goddess who had been helping her many times.

She was wearing a white silk dress, but her face was still covered with bright light that made it impossible for Swan to see her face.

Sometimes, she wondered if this Goddess was Goddess Asmara, because she doubted that Goddess Asmara would be so weak to let a disgusting bastard like Swan’s father, the late King Tyrion, rape her.

But she didn’t dare to ask any of that.