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…?'

and gore greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his

flowed to the bottom of Gary's feet,

"N-no…"

and a bunch of other things—scattered all around

severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that was their

all…

Repulsive!

Gary realized it, he

his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell

… Something worse.

felt like vomiting once again, but he was stopped by

you'll suffer even more before

he automatically swallowed his second

disgusted by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he instinctively knew that he

would

'W-why…?'

his head as he spotted three figures

gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any

lady who had an unsheathed blade brandished in her

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 on

sliced off his comrades into these

same deep voice from

shrouded in a dark cloak whose back was rested on the walls as he stood in a

so his face was concealed

was the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited him if

from him and his comrades, but

didn't act quickly, he would have to join his

"… Where is she?"

he heard a question from the man of darkness, Gary's

desperate, but confused face greeted the obsidian mask

"I… I don't understand…"

crimson eyes shone brighter as he stared at

girl with the ring.

this, his eyes

ring? What ring? The

of how valuable the ring was? They probably came to