An Extra’s POV

[Privilege Readers might be confused, because you've all read this chapter as an extension of the .

Sorry for the mixup, but I accidentally skipped a chapter in the earlier chapters, so by the time I was done adding it and editing it, things ended up like this. So please, go read the chapter called 'The Departure' right before 'Finding The Lost Item' so you can get the chapter that you missed.

I'm sorry for the mixup!]

"AHHHHHHHH!"

He suddenly began to hear noises coming from within the hideout.

'Hm…?'

More noises greeted his ears, though they were very muffled since Gary was outside.

"Are they fighting again?" He grumbled. "Those idiots… they'll wake up the Leader!"

Gary quickly finished his activity, inserting his stick inside his boxer shorts, ignoring the remnant liquid that dropped down his dirty underwear.

This wasn't the first time he had rushed the progress anyway, so he wasn't too concerned.

He closed the pouch and tied it back around his Wesson, covering everything with his boxer shorts.

Right as he was done, he heard another scream echo within the place.

It was a blood-curdling one—not resembling one borne out of a fight among comrades.

Gary felt his heart skip a beat, but this fear was swiftly overruled by the fear of what their Leader would do to everyone if he was woken up by their screaming.

Even if Gary wasn't among, he knew the Leader's punishment was one he could not escape.

Spurred by this, he rushed inside the building, neatly ripping the door from its hinges, as he yelled—like the idiot that he was—at his noisemaking comrades.

"You guys, STOP! You'll WAKE the LEADER!"

As Gary rushed in, shutting his eyes to make this declaration, he realized something.

… There was no noise—at least, not anymore.

'E-eh…?'

Instead, a certain smell caused him to slowly open his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses with a familiar sensation.

'W-what is… this…?'

he noticed the severed parts of his comrades

bottom of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to join in

"N-no…"

tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch

around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew

all…

Repulsive!

realized it, he collapsed to his knees

in with the gross smell of

… Something worse.

once again, but he was stopped by

again, and you'll suffer even more before

Gary heard this, he automatically swallowed

sight of his

would

'W-why…?'

head as he spotted three figures

kind of handsome noble that any pauper like

who had an unsheathed blade brandished in

cute that it seemed like she would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered

one that sliced off his comrades into these disgusting

you…" The same deep voice from just earlier echoed in the

was the last person—the man shrouded in a dark cloak whose back was rested on the walls as he stood in a

on, so his face was concealed

eyes glowed crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited him if he made even the slightest

idea what these incredibly powerful people wanted from

join his now-dead companions in the deep pits of the

"… Where is she?"

a question from the man of darkness, Gary's body perked up as

face greeted the obsidian mask

"I… I don't understand…"

The man's crimson eyes shone brighter as he stared

with the

this, his eyes widened in

ring? What ring? The one with

that why these three were here? Because of how valuable the ring was? They probably