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.

why, despite slowly reaching her expiration

the underworld or the surface—even paid

did would eventually leave her after one or

reason why she loved money

you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

another laugh, she suddenly

'H-huh…?!'

took her by surprise, threatening to snap her

'W-what's happening…?'

you a few

a

was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack. Her body froze, unable

then… she was on

"Y-yes, I understand."

was the natural instinct of any living being. No

the manager of this establishment,

gulped and thought the question

me because he is looking for the

the other end, I'd she delayed in her response,

rock and a hard place, she felt

and

out, fearing what would happen if the

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

she prayed she wouldn't

don't want to

money to be made, and she still

She couldn't die now.

want you to take

Sylvia heard this, only a

"E-eh…?"

knew the underground passage that led to the real Slave

why would she reveal such

that is… it's the same as

despite her incredible senses, she couldn't even detect

was almost as if she was talking to

my life is over. I'll suffer and die in the worst way

of empathy from the man behind her, and she wasn't honestly counting