I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 58

Ira’s Pov

I thought I could help with rowing the boat so I would not have to talk to the angel kings, hear that they are sorry again, but I have grown tired after only a few miles. It’s tiring being human.

I didn’t forget the Sincarion’s honest claim that the angel kings love me. He couldn’t however tell how much. It could be as much as they love their servants. Because I am sure it’s no where close to how much they loved their queen when she arrived at their palace. I would rather be with a poor commoner who has a little more love for me. Do you think the Sincarion could do?

He is already on his way to offer me help. He takes the oar and I settle beside him.

“Are you alright?” he questions.

“I am fine. Just a little hungry,” I answer.

The angel kings seem to have been listening as they gaze in our direction. Then several small fish suddenly jump into the middle of the boat, startling everyone.

“What… just happened?” Lior asks.

“I convinced them that there was a big wave so they jumped,” Angel Adon answers.

He is lying to the fish now? He has finally did something useful with his incredible gift though.

“But they are raw, your majesty, what else can we do?” Thumas points.

King Tiras’s eyes glow as he uses his power to roast the fish, heating them whole. The white angel would be proud if they had been like this from the beginning.

“That’s both scary and amazing at the same time, your majesty. Let me handle the rest,” Thumas hurries to the roasted fish and starts dissecting them with a knife. He hands everyone a piece.

“Thank you,” I say to the angel kings.

“Oh, finally you are appreciative of their kind efforts to take care of your ungrateful heart. I still do not understand how your selfish blood is pure enough to command a dragon,” Linda scoffs.

If bitterness was a person, it is standing right in front of me, in a tight top and pink sandals. She is furious that I do not worship them like she does? That makes me the selfish one?

I never stopped her from trying to seduce them. Does she secretly blame me for her failure to get their attention? Or is it just the way I am myself that pisses her off? She should count herself lucky that she hasn’t been through what I have been through. She wouldn’t crave their attention so dearly if she had been heavily punished and humiliated by them.

“I cannot believe that you think you deserve their help,” she says.

“Your obsession with Ira is getting annoying. Perhaps it is not her style to beg to lick the feet of every man for cheap reasons, unlike yiu” Lior sternly replies to her.

Linda, ‘s skin turns pale as everyone one else chuckles in amusement. She glares at her mate with the most furious eyes.

I am expecting to see sharks since that’s what I was looking for, but I see a boat, a lot larger than ours.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Lysandra’s evil pirates also patrol these waters, your majesties. I was confident that you can handle them,” Aruin reports.

The witch really has great number of followers. I wonder where she gets the gold to pay them all.

The angel kings can easily destroy a single boat, especially out here in the sea where there is no one to witness and report to the witch.

The boat gets closer and we finally see it’s many occupants. About fifteen armed men are guarding a huge load of guilded and silver items. But what leaves me dumbfounded is the sight of chained, weary slaves sitting on the floor of the boat.

They are the witches pirates indeed. Judging from their weapons and contents of the boat they have come from a raid on a small pack, and stolen valuables. Perhaps that’s how Lysandra pays her followers. Their captives look doleful. Probably haven’t been fed for days.

“We cannot destroy a boat with so many slaves. We are not that wicked,” King Tiras states.

I didn’t think they have a real sense of compassion, but it sounds like they too aren’t cruel enough to ignore the sight of innocent slaves, tortured and chained like cattle. Angel Tiras cannot burn down to the boat with them inside. At least he isn’t considering it.

“But you’re condemning them to another cruel fate, your majesties. All captured slaves are taken to witchelms as sacrifices for Lysandra’s dark spirits. They will still die if you let them be taken to witchelms,” Thumas tells.