Chapter 198 Addison’s Choice
Addison, still in her wolf form, slowly opened her eyes. With calm, deliberate movement, she rose to all fours before shifting back into her human form. Now standing naked before the Priestess, her expression was unreadable, cold, dull, and devoid of emotion. The fury she had unleashed earlier on Leon had left her spent. What remained was exhaustion, but even in that, she stood tall, regal, commanding, every bit a monarch.
"We’ll be taking all the biochemicals with us," she said, her voice flat but firm.
Without waiting for a reply, she gestured toward Archmage Elric, signaling him to begin locating every trace of the biochemicals.
"As for compensation," she added, her gaze locking onto the Priestess, "we’ll send the initially agreed amount of livestock and supplies."
Her tone left no room for argument. This was no negotiation; it was a verdict.
They had played a dangerous game, one that involved deception and a direct assault on her autonomy. By all rights, Addison could have declared war. That she didn’t was already a mercy.
Because she understood the bigger picture.
Both the werewolves and the Tigren were cornered, struggling to survive, and perhaps this manipulation was exactly what their true enemies had intended: to divide them, to turn them against each other.
But Addison would not give them that satisfaction.
Right now, the Tigren were the most convenient enemy the werewolves could have. If their relationship were to truly sour, if war broke out between them, it would be a dream come true for whoever was orchestrating all this from the shadows. They wouldn’t even need to reveal themselves. The two powerful factions would destroy each other, and the real enemy could sit back and celebrate, having killed two birds with one stone.