An Extra’s POV

Sylvia loved money.

As she sat on her chair, piles of Coins were arranged to form towers before her.

There were quite a few Bronze Coin Towers, a couple made up of Silver Coins, and finally…

… A Golden Coin Tower!

She was grinning like a baby as she played with the tower of coins before her.

Sylvia had a dark ebony skin, with black hair and pure black eyes.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Sylvia's dark irises showed nothing, prompting many to call her soulless.

She didn't mind, though. Of what she was a Soul if one didn't have the money needed to enjoy it?

That was her philosophy.

"Looks like no one is invading today as well. What a bummer…" Sylvia sighed, placing a hand on her cheek as she poured a little.

Her office was within the Warehouse Building, and it was considerably large. Since she was the Manager, it was only a given.

Several panels, similar to System Panels, were floating in the air before her, thus occupying her line of sight.

"Nothing out of the ordinary…"

The only thing Sylvia could expect to happen today was the transportation of their merchandise to the Auction.

'I wish I could go. I bet it's far more eventful than this dreary place…'

Despite her office being much larger than most other managers in her position—and the fact that she literally did nothing but sit in her office—Sylvia couldn't help but complain.

As her ugly face, caked in makeup, formed a twisted smile, her tongue licked her especially large lips.

"Lord Evals Redart will also be there. It's a shame he hardly visits this place. I miss him…"

Sylvia was very fond of Evals—one could say to an obsessive level. She often had thoughts like a common whore, and dressed as one too.

Unfortunately, she wasn't blessed with the looks necessary to complete the equation.

Sylvia was very ugly, and her body lacked the right proportions that made a woman incredibly attractive to men.

was why, despite slowly reaching her expiration date, she was yet to settle

man—not in the underworld or

eventually leave her after one

reason why she loved money

you?" She

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping around

'H-huh…?!'

took her by surprise, threatening to snap her neck if

'W-what's happening…?'

my questions and cooperate with me if you want to leave, I'll give you a few seconds to speak. If you take longer, or

heard this, a chill went

echoed was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her

and then… she was on

"Y-yes, I understand."

any living

manager

gulped and thought the question

me

delayed in her

between a rock and a hard place, she felt the back of her neck

more, and she

out, fearing what would happen if the guy found out she lied

because I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying silent and

mind, she prayed

want to

be made, and she still hadn't settled

She couldn't die now.

take me

heard this, only a single

"E-eh…?"

knew the underground passage that led to

why would she reveal

the same as

who was asking the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she couldn't even detect anyone in the

was almost as if she was talking to

Evals Redart finds out I led you there… then my life is

of empathy from the man behind her, and