An Extra’s POV

[Moments Earlier]

'This is a very important mission…'

Asher—known for all intents as purposes as Aldred by the group he was traveling with—was currently in deep thought as he sat in the carriage.

The world was currently shrouded in darkness, which meant this was the perfect moment to think.

His eyes fluttered open, and then he closed then soon after, thinking of the current state of his father's company.

… His birthright.

'Right now, I have to convince the Jaune Councilor.'

Each Council Member of the Obsidian Council had a code name attached to their real names.

His father was the Blanc Obsidian Member; and right now, the plan was to convince the Jaune and Verte Members respectively.

'Lord Verte is too far away, so we'll have to start with Lord Jaune.'

Depending on how much he paced himself, they could get there in an hour. However, Asher couldn't imagine doing something like that.

'There's still etiquette to consider, and we can't just intrude on another's property at such an ungodly hour.'

As such, the eventual plan became for him to simply camp outside their territory and wait for dawn to break before proceeding any further.

'Yeah. That'll work.' As Asher thought this, he looked outside his window and observed the two entourages that sat on their mounts and steadily moved beside him.

There was also one more behind him.

Adding them to the coachman, there were a total of four entourages—five individuals in total.

'Let's hope the delegation ends well.'

Even though his father—Rebal Blanc himself—wanted to be the one to lead this delegation, it would be too risky for him to leave their main area of business.

was practically announcing vulnerability to everyone who was

comes for this delegation, the other Groups might think we're desperate and we might

this was the best thing they could

tunnel at the end of the lush greenery that surrounded them

smooth sailing from

his Enchanted Item, he could probably see the Jaune stronghold

set up camp here, then…" Asher murmured, bringing out a pair of glasses from his

point. The journey had been a bit stressful, especially since they

they

he had to make sure he was at least

of the Jaune Group…' Asher's thoughts trailed as he looked at the

the glasses and activated its

blue, and a shiny light

Then—

'I-impossible! What is this?!'

sight so horrible that one could practically

the vast compound were on fire, and he could see corpses buried in their entrails

given the

echoed as he narrowed down his

people fighting, but that

seemed like the Jaune House desperately needed help, so if the

negotiations might go even

any chances, so he decided to rush towards the infernal flames and sea of blood that greeted his sight

get distracted and get

moon hovered him and his subordinates as they prepared

that swirled within the group, a worrisome thought kept on

done by the Mercenary Gang. No one else has enough power or even the nerve to try this to an Obsidian

that mean Sir Ralyks was right? Did they

plan crumbles from the start.

Asher's face as he

should first go to their aid and hope for the

his choice already made, Asher and his men parked their carriages and horses in a secure location, one of them casted a sort of protection Spell, while the other made an Illusion Spell

was done, they proceeded towards their