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.

Family had done to stay afloat, the darkness of the

now… they found themselves sinking

"Huff… huff…"

her Cardinal Knights were encouraging her to do so, she could feel her chest

her limits, being the mere human that

Magic Abilities were not her field

Instead, it was business.

parents had put her in charge of several

marriage, since she was long

wish I listened to you, mother, father…' She sniffed,

would have at least made you happy with a

too late

her guards, hoping none

loud voice echoed in front of

of the leader of the carnage caused Kara to reach her breaking point

to her,

on the ground, her pretty dress

her blurry

her, their heads were sent

by the hot

decapitated right in front

now somewhere on the floor—Kara couldn't

already knew

whimper softly echoed out as her

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

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

Four Cardinal Knights that served as the Verte Family's

each with a weapon that they were experts in, and unmatched by anyone within the

one who led the charge—he

vision couldn't see the man now, but she had caught a glimpse of him moments before—when one of the Cardinal Knights offered to distract him while the rest fled

claw mark—implanted on his face, with narrow eyes

fragile due to his old age, his intimidating presence made anyone who saw him know

Fernand, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction