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.

the Verte Family had done to stay afloat, the darkness of the world was too much

they found themselves sinking

"Huff… huff…"

were encouraging her to do

limits, being the mere

not her field of expertise

Instead, it was business.

in charge of several areas of

since she was long overdue, but

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

have at least made you happy

too late

with her guards, hoping none of them were

A loud voice echoed in front

the abrupt appearance of the leader of the carnage caused Kara to

Exhaustion and fear caught up to her, causing her to

as she helplessly felt her face get trampled on the

her blurry vision picked

they were about to reach for her, their heads

felt herself being drenched by the hot blood of those she

were all decapitated right in

of her glasses—which was now somewhere on the floor—Kara

already knew

softly echoed out as her body couldn't

hold on to the thing she held, wrapped up in

"Haha! Weaklings—all of them!"

served as the

all incredibly strong, each with a weapon that they were experts

one who led the

couldn't see the man now, but she had caught a glimpse of him moments

large scar—like a claw mark—implanted on his face,

looked middle-aged. Despite his body appearing very fragile due to his old age, his

Fernand, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction within