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…?'

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

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

"N-no…"

matter, and a bunch of other things—scattered all around

heads that rolled around, and chunks of

all… so

Repulsive!

it, he

undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood

… Something worse.

once again, but he was

and you'll suffer even

he automatically swallowed his

though he was still very nauseated and downright disgusted by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before

would mean certain

'W-why…?'

slowly raised his head as he spotted three

man who appeared like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any pauper like him

was a young lady who had an unsheathed blade

so 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

into these

deep voice from

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

on, so his

eyes glowed crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that instant death

what these incredibly powerful people wanted from

he didn't act quickly, he would have to join his now-dead companions in the deep pits

"… Where is she?"

a question from the man of

but confused face greeted the obsidian

"I… I don't understand…"

ask again…" The man's crimson

with the ring. Where is

this, his eyes widened in utter

ring? What ring?

how valuable the ring was? They