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.

that was good enough at this point. Despite all the Verte Family had done to stay afloat, the darkness of the world was too much for them

now… they found

"Huff… huff…"

were encouraging her to do so, she could feel

being the

and Magic Abilities were not her field of expertise at

Instead, it was business.

in charge of several areas of business due

topic of marriage, since she was long overdue, but

you, mother, father…' She sniffed, her glasses bouncing on her face as she

made you happy

was too late

her guards, hoping

voice echoed in

the voice, and the abrupt appearance of the leader of the

to her, causing her to stumble and

trampled on the ground,

blurry vision picked up the three guards around her

their heads were sent flying, and blood sprayed all over the

the hot blood of those

decapitated right in front of

her glasses—which was now somewhere on the floor—Kara couldn't

she already

echoed out as her body

she could do was hold on to the thing she held, wrapped up in

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

Knights that served as the Verte

they

one who

him moments before—when one

mark—implanted on his face, with

to his old age, his

Fernand, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction within the Mercenary