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

found themselves

"Huff… huff…"

encouraging her to do so, she could feel her chest grow

limits, being the mere human

were not her field of expertise at

Instead, it was business.

in charge of several areas of

since she was

to you, mother, father…' She sniffed,

at least made you happy with a grandchild before

was too

with her guards, hoping none of them were

think you're going?!" A loud voice echoed in front of them, and someone instantly appeared

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

caught up to her, causing her to stumble

face get trampled on the ground, her pretty dress

rang in the air as her blurry vision picked

about to reach for her, their heads were sent flying, and blood sprayed all over

felt herself being drenched by the hot blood

right in

her glasses—which was now

she already knew

softly echoed out as her

do was hold on

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

that served as the

each with a weapon that they were experts in, and

who led the charge—he found

of him moments before—when one of the Cardinal Knights offered

had a large scar—like a claw mark—implanted on his face, with narrow eyes like that of

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

of the Nine Heads of Destruction within the Mercenary