I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 53

Ira’s Pov

Who would have thought that I would be the one to find a Sincarion? And not an ordinary Sincarion, but a strong one who likely knows how to fight.

“I am Ira. It’s wonderful to meet you, sir,” I put on the sweetest smile I can master.

“Ira, as in the poor mate of the angel kings?” the Sincarion questions.

Poor? When did my unattractive wealth status become so public? Or is it not what he is referring to? The word poor can also mean pathetic. Which is a perfect description of what the angel kings made me look like when they thought that I was a useless human.

“Yes, I was once the poor mate of the angel kings,” I admit with a shrug of my shoulders.

“And now? What are you to them?” the Sincarion asks, walking closer.

“Nothing. We just happen to be chasing similar goals,” I reply. “The witch you talked about, she has enslaved my father for his special blood. I seek to save him and the angel kings seek to kill her,” I add.

He is a Sincarion so lying isn’t an option. I also intend to treat my friends with respect unlike the angel kings. Hopefully he is open to being friends.

The man pauses in front of me. “You’re a Levitt?”

“Yeah.”

He must know a lot if he is aware of what it means to be a Levitt. Hopefully he will be helpful to our quest.

“I was wondering why such selfish people would be walking around in your company. So you made peace with everything they did to you?” he asks.

“No. Like I said this isn’t a romantic trip. I need them to kill their evil aunt in order for me to free my father,” I inform. He nods his head. “And you trust them to resist enslaving you after?”

“No. That’s one of the reasons I am looking for a Sincarion. I do not trust their words. Yet I need their powers to save my father,” I say.

He nods in understanding. “You’re a brave woman. Your kindness is also unusual in these lands. But even then I cannot help you on such a dangerous quest. You cannot pay me enough,” he says.

If he wants a ton of gold, of course I cannot pay him. But the devious witch has a lot of gold which she gives to her loyal followers. Once she is dead he can have it all.

“Silver is cheap? You only want gold?”s

“No. But this bracelet is neither. If you thought it was silver it must have been an illusion cast on your mind,” he calmly replies.

An illusion? So that angel used his power to trick my mind? Why didn’t I think of that? I chose to believe that he actually gifted me something precious. He even claimed that the bracelet belonged to their dead mother and cautioned me against losing it.

The jerks will never change.

My jaws clenches in anger as I slip the bracelet in the deepest pocket of my coat, embarassed.

“You will have five drops of my blood,” I offer.

“That’s a great payment. I will do my best to help you,” the Sincarion accepts.