The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 477 Well Calculated
As for Levi? He barely registered him at all, just a Beta, someone he deemed insignificant. After all, Alpha blood ran through Lance’s veins as well, making him, at least in his own eyes, partly an Alpha himself.
Addison nodded. "Alright. Can you find a dozen thick, sturdy ropes, long enough to reach at least five hundred meters, preferably closer to a kilometer?"
Her expression was grave, and Lance immediately understood she wasn’t speaking casually. Still, the request posed a problem; no single rope on hand was anywhere near that long.
Lance paused, thinking it through, then replied, "We don’t have ropes of that length. But we can securely tie several dozen together. If we do it properly, we can make one that reaches close to a kilometer."
"Alright, that’ll work, as long as the ropes won’t snap or loosen. Make them one and a half kilometers long, and prepare a dozen of them," Addison said, giving a firm nod. As long as they were secure, that would be enough.
Lance followed her gaze toward the hot air balloons still parked on the ground. Sandbags were fastened to the sides of the baskets, but there were no long tethers yet, nothing that would allow the balloons to rise while remaining anchored.
"...Are we tying them to the hot air balloons?" Lance asked.
"Yes," Addison replied simply.
"Alright, we’ll get on it," Lance said brightly before hurrying off, dispatching his team to scour the territory for rope while he worked alongside them.
Once Lance and his team were gone, only the guards remained, who were still busy with the hot air balloons, checking the seams, inspecting the fabric, and making sure there were no defects or holes that might prevent them from soaring into the sky.
With everyone occupied and no eyes on them, Addison exchanged a brief nod with Levi. Still in his wolf form, Levi moved closer, his massive body positioning itself at her side, quietly shielding her from view and ensuring that no one would notice what Addison was about to do.
They moved slowly toward the stack of biochemical agents. The moment Addison reached them, she dropped to one knee. Levi remained standing, his massive wolf form casually blocking the view, making it seem as though he were simply lingering nearby. With him shielding her so effortlessly, Addison was completely hidden from prying eyes.
She placed her hand on the container and focused all her thoughts on the biochemical agent within. Soon, that familiar sensation welled up again, the same one she had felt when Sidha channeled the power of light through her own body.
Yes. That was it.
Addison planned to use Sidha’s power of light. Light magic and divine power shared the same origin, and if her theory was correct, the demonic energy infused within the biochemical agent could be purified and stripped away. What would remain would be nothing more than the harsh chemical components themselves.
Even if those chemicals alone weren’t enough to kill the demonic insects, it wouldn’t matter. Once infused with the power of light, the biochemical agent would become lethal in a different way.
Light magic was poison to demons.
With sufficient exposure to the power of light, the demonic insects would die one by one. And even if their enemies later investigated the cause, suspecting light magic or even a purification spell that only a Saintess could perform, they would have no concrete proof. At most, they might conclude that a large quantity of holy water had been used instead.
After all, Addison had spent a long time in the Sacred Land. Even if a mole within the Royal Palace leaked this information, their enemies would only conclude that she had somehow obtained a large quantity of holy water. It was a plausible explanation, and one that would lead them to suspect nothing more.
As for how Addison and the others discovered the demonic insects’ weakness, that too could be brushed aside as a fortunate accident. There was simply no way anyone would suspect the truth.
After all, no one would believe that a Light Fairy still existed; the last of its kind was thought to have perished long ago, and they even believed that Addison and her entourage were the ones who killed it in the forbidden area just to be able to get out of there. The idea that Addison had formed a contract with one would never even cross their minds.
With all of this as her reassurance, Addison no longer felt afraid of using the power of light.
Levi’s opposition, however, had nothing to do with doubt; it was fear. He, Zion, and Maxwell had all seen what happened the first time Addison used that power. She had been utterly drained, pushed beyond her limits, and had even lost consciousness. It was proof that her body still couldn’t fully withstand the strain.
And now, with so many biochemical agents to purify, the burden would be far heavier. She wouldn’t just be cleansing the demonic energy from each container; she would also have to infuse them with a sufficient amount of the power of light to replace it, turning the purified power itself into the poison that would kill the demonic insects.
Levi understood the plan. He truly did.
But understanding didn’t ease his worry. Every instinct in him screamed not to let her take such a risk. It took everything he had to suppress the urge to stop her, to interfere, to protect her at all costs. And so, caught between trust and fear, they ended up in this situation, him standing guard, and her shouldering the danger.
"I’m starting..." Addison whispered to Levi, her eyes already closed.
Levi’s ear twitched, but he didn’t move. He kept his gaze sweeping the surroundings, alert for any sign that someone might be watching.
Moments later, a radiant glow seeped from Addison’s palm, and at that exact instant, the sun began to rise.
It wasn’t a coincidence.
Addison had calculated everything: where the biochemical agents would be placed, the exact angle of the horizon, and the timing of the sunrise. When she released her power of light, the dawn itself became her cover. The glow from her purification would blend seamlessly with the first rays of sunlight, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
If she had asked Lance and the others to store the biochemical agents first, and then a sudden burst of light from within the storage would have drawn suspicion immediately.
Someone would have questioned what she had done inside. But purifying them out in the open, under the rising sun, was something no one would ever expect. It appeared reckless, even careless, which made it all the more effective.
That was also why she had deliberately sent Lance and the others away, reducing the number of prying eyes nearby. The guards busy with the hot air balloons wouldn’t think twice about the brilliance at the edge of their vision; they would simply assume it was the dawn breaking over the horizon. With the biochemical agents positioned among parted trees, the sunlight streamed naturally through the gaps, merging perfectly with the glow of her light power.
