An Extra’s POV

Screams of horror filled the air.

Death and destruction surrounded a young maiden as she tightly clung to something wrapped in a piece of clothing.

Her dark green hair and brown eyes sauntered back and forth as she was escorted to safety by her three guards—previously four.

As she ran through the compound, ignoring the burning mansion behind her, or the terror-filled night that seemed to be collapsing on her, her heart raced.

'Father and Mother are dead…' Tears fell from her eyes as she kept moving her legs.

The darkness of the night made it appear as though she was being constantly watched, but she could not stop moving.

'T-this… this is all too awful!' She wanted to scream and cry, but she could not.

She squeezed the package she held very close to her ample bosom, and her mature body jiggled with every swift step she took.

The name of this young maiden was Kara Verte—daughter of the Verte Councilor of the Obsidian Council.

Her family had been one of the first original founders of the Council, so it would count as a surprise to see them in such a desperate state.

But Kara knew why.

Her father had told it to her already—right before sending her off with the Four Cardinal Knights of the Verte Estate.

Compared to the other Obsidian Council Groups, the Verte Estate was practically known to be a Crime Family.

It was common knowledge.

But, there was a reason the Royal Council did not make a move on them—besides the power and influence they wielded.

It was because of their cooperation and desire for balance.

They still paid levies to the Royal Council and even sometimes acted as informants for them.

In essence, they worked at both ends.

this point. Despite all the Verte Family had done to stay afloat, the darkness

found themselves

"Huff… huff…"

her pace, seeing as her Cardinal Knights were encouraging her to do so, she could feel her

being the mere human that

were not her field of expertise at

Instead, it was business.

of age, her parents had put her in charge

of marriage, since she was long overdue, but she always

to you, mother, father…' She sniffed, her glasses bouncing on

have at least made you happy with a grandchild before

was too late

guards, hoping none of

going?!" A loud voice echoed in front of

the leader of the

to her, causing her

on the ground, her pretty dress stained

in the air as her blurry

they were about to reach for her, their heads were sent

drenched by the hot blood of those she saw as

were all decapitated right in front

glasses—which was now somewhere

already

softly echoed out

was hold on to the thing she

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

Knights that served as

incredibly strong, each with a weapon that they were experts in, and

one who

had caught a glimpse of him moments before—when one

his face, with narrow eyes like that of a sick

appearing very fragile due to his old age, his intimidating presence

of the Nine Heads