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.

it seemed none of that was good enough at this point. Despite all the Verte Family had done to stay afloat, the darkness of the world

found themselves

"Huff… huff…"

Knights were encouraging her to do

was nearing her limits, being the mere human

were not her field of

Instead, it was business.

in charge of several areas of

up the topic of marriage, since

listened to you, mother, father…' She sniffed, her

you happy with a grandchild

too

only run with her guards, hoping none

voice echoed in front of them, and someone instantly appeared before

the voice, and the abrupt appearance of the leader

to her,

screamed as she helplessly felt her face get trampled on the ground, her pretty dress stained by the dirt

in the air as her blurry vision picked up

reach for her, their heads were sent flying, and blood sprayed

herself being drenched by the hot blood of those she saw as

right in front of her

was now somewhere on

she already knew

whimper softly echoed out as her

hold on to the thing she held, wrapped up in

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

Cardinal Knights that served as the

that they were experts

who led the charge—he found them to be

she had caught a glimpse of him moments before—when

on his face, with narrow eyes

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

Fernand, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction within the