After the kiss, Mylezra smiled and whispered, her eyes locked on Garius's.
"Finally… I'm your official wife. After everything that's happened… and all the times you kept postponing this wedding."
Garius chuckled softly. "I'm already too old for romantic moments like this."
"Hmm… you're old?" Her finger slowly traced the line of his jaw. "I'm not. But look at you, still muscular here and there." Her touch lingered. "And you're still handsome. I wonder if I can preserve this mature, handsome face of yours."
"Heh… I'm human. Not an elf like you."
"Mmm~ We don't know that yet. Besides… I am the Queen of Elves. Of course I know a few secrets about youth." She smiled, her gaze warm and teasing. "Just look at me."
"Yeah, yeah…" Garius began, but before he could continue, a commotion erupted not too far away.
"Oi, Uncle! At least let me cut a piece of that main head meat!"
"Hah! We should present this to your father first!"
