Azula slept comfortably until the sun was high in the sky. After getting up and seeing Woolf still standing guard outside her tent, she recalled her conversation with Kahn yesterday and got straight to the point, asking whether he was willing to pledge his loyalty to her.
Faced with such a sudden, consequential question about choosing sides, even Woolf froze for a moment.
But once he recovered, he agreed without hesitation.
Although, in a sense, he had no choice at all, that did not mean he was being forced to join her. On the contrary, he had waited far too long for this moment.
Just as Kahn had predicted, being blackmailed by Azula while fearing Ozai would find out, bearing pressure from both sides, had tormented him for years.
Now that he had thrown his lot in with Azula completely, he no longer needed to worry about threats from her side. Not only had the pressure plummeted, but the very stains on his record she had used to blackmail him had become his merits instead. It was simply double the joy.
Besides, having served in the Royal Palace for years, he knew a fair amount about Azula's circumstances and understood that Ozai was particularly partial to her. That was precisely why Azula had him so firmly in her grip.
Both he and Azula had done wrong, but if it came to light, Azula would at most be confined for a few days, while he would not only face imprisonment, but might even lose his life!
How the fuck was he supposed to play this game?!
Of course, that was no longer a problem now.
As long as Azula made no major mistakes, their future was absolutely assured. At the thought of soaring to success alongside her, all his past suffering