As Renjiro rode atop the Unicorn Leader, he mulled over the potential arrogance of the Ironcrest Merchant Guild.
If they dared retaliate, they would soon find his nature elf army at their city walls, and by then, he wouldn't settle for a mere two million gold coins—he'd demand much more.
Part of him almost hoped they were foolish enough to try. It would only justify taking everything they had.
His gaze drifted to the floating corpse of the Dark Wolf Leader, its massive body eerily suspended in the air. This wasn't some supernatural force at work, Elaria was controlling it with magic.
A strong beast was far too valuable to leave behind. Not only was its body worth a fortune, but the elves had already gathered thousands of magic cores from the slain Dark Wolves.
All of it would be hauled back to the territory and, if things went smoothly, sold right back to the Ironcrest Merchant Guild for an even greater fortune. The irony wasn't lost on him.
