Chapter 110: THE ANSWER (3)
Haniel sighed wearily, already feeling that it had been a mistake to mention The Archon’s mirror to Arella daughter of Camael. Her expression had grown mischievous, and she had given him an innocent smile that Haniel was sure was meant to look innocent.
However, Haniel was no fool.
His sire was one of the most mischievous angels in the spire. Just because he had grown a little and had stopped acting rebellious did not stop him doing things behind the council’s and the king’s back.
The expression that Arella currently had on her face was painfully similar to the one Kratel would have whenever he had gotten a bright idea... a bright idea that was actually stupid.
"Do not tell me that you plan for us to sneak into the hall of eternity for you to get that mirror. Do you plan for us to die?"
"If there truly is no other way, then what do you want us to do? I need to get back home, and if that is the only way for me to do that, then I will gladly do it." Arella, in the body of her sire, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, "You do not need to worry, all you need to do is point me in the right direction."
Haniel pressed his fingers tightly against his temples, then turned to look at Arella, with his halo tipping down his nose slightly, "If you promise to be silent, I may very well help you to go into the hall of eternity."
"I can be silent." She made a zipping motion over her lips, and threw away the key.
Haniel’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a heavy sigh, "We cannot simply walk in thought. We will be discovered almost immediately, and the High Council may notice that Kratel’s soul is absent, and they will strike you out of existence before you can even take two steps into the hall."
Arella raised a brow, "So then, what is the plan? Because although this is not my body, I am not exactly fond of the idea of being smitten out of existence."
A flicker of something dark passed through Haniel’s eyes. "We may very well be forced to break in."