I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 66

Ira’s Pov

“Can you see through the gate?” I ask the angels standing beside me.

“The other side looks identical to this side. Surely you know that cannot be right. I would really like to make up for my mistakes,” King Ronen replies, seeming just as confused as I am.

“It’s definitely a trap. I will go in first and observe the other side for you,” Linda says to her mate.

“You think you will just get past the polls and look back at us?” Aruin scoffs.

“I am brave. Watch me,” Linda matches forward.

Lior quickly pulls her back. “It is not yet time for you to be my heroine. The situation is not dire, yet,” he advises.

She returns to his side with a smile. I wonder how he plains to use her this time. Obviously he did not forgive her idiotic behaviour.

“There are old footprints very close to the gate. I bet Lysandra’s coven uses it. Question is how?” King Adon questions.

The traps are harder than I expected. Still I focus on figuring out where the trick lies. The gate had no doors yet the other side looks like a copy of the side we are standing on.

“The Seer we met in the Valley of Good and Bad counsel said that we would get past the traps. We should have asked to know how we would get past each,” King Ronen grumbles.

“I think that the other side of the gate cannot be seen while facing it,” I say, believing that I have finally worked out the gate’s trap.

“What do you mean by that, dear?” Lior asks in a curious tone.

“The gate appears to work like a mirror, reflecting what is in front of it. In this case, it is the land we are standing on,” I explain.

“True. The gap between the poles works like a mirror. But how do we get in, honey?” King Tiras asks.

“You cannot get into a mirror by approaching it,” I tell. “However, your reflection disappears into it when you’re walking away. I think that if we can make it look like we are walking away, the gate will let us into the other side,” I tell.

Everyone seems to nod in agreement except Linda who waits to see Lior’s reaction before slowly shrugging her shoulders. “Why do we make it look like we are walking away?” Aruin questions.

“By walking backwards,” I answer.

Two of the angels by my side raise their eyebrows. Is my theory that unbelievable?

“She is right. Look at the old footsteps close to gate, they are facing backwards,” King Adon points.

My eyes doesn’t have the strength to make out the footsteps, but everyone else seems to be nodding in agreement.

“I will personally put the theory to test,” I say.

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Third Person’s POV

Thumas kneels in front of Lysandra’s throne, surrounded by her coven.

“I infiltrated the angel kings’ close circle of friends and got the precious blood of their virtuous mate. I was your most loyal servant even when you doubted it because I pretended so hard,” Thumas announces in a proud tone.

One of the coven members walks forward with the tiny bottle and falls to her knees in front of Lysandra before presenting the blood. The witch takes the bottle and opens it. She smears a little of the blood on the tip of her brings it close to her nose and inhales deeply.

“Yes! This… this is it! The pure blood of the last Levitt! I finally got it!” she delightfully exclaims in a loud voice that reverberates across the wide, glittering cave, making the candle flames flicker.

Her coven laughs just as loud in celebration. They kneel and bow deeply. “Our great leader, chosen above all beings to spread the knowledge and visions of lord Luminis. With your guidance we shall crash and conquer every king and land. Free the spirit of lord Luminis from the world of shadows and he will grant us unimaginable power,” they chant in unison.

Lysandra holds the bottle of blood very close to her chest, seemingly overwhelmed by bliss and thoughts. It’s obvious that she is not listening to her coven. She reaches out a hand and gently touches the throne-seat beside hers.

“Honey… I finally found it. I will free your spirit from the chains of death so we can be together once more. We will rule together, just like it was supposed to be,” she mutters as if King Osmund is really on the other seat.