An Extra’s POV

"Looks like we've talked about all the important bits."

Scylla smiled as she continued all she had to say for the meeting.

So far, they had discussed a lot of extensive topics such as the management of their newly acquired territory, and the plan that they had decided on to fully take over the United Human Alliance.

It was a grand scheme worth uniting for.

"So… any questions?" Scylla asked with an innocent face.

Her violet eyes scanned the room for defiance, and she certainly found one very quickly.

It came from none other than Fenrir.

"What's your gain in all of this?" He asked with a suspicious expression written clearly on his face.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. The way you allocated the resources between all of us is clearly detrimental to you!" Fenrir raised his voice.

His anger was palpable at this point.

"You must clearly have some scheme. There's no way you'd place yourself at such a disadvantage."

He wasn't wrong, especially when considering how valuable these resources being given out were.

More than Enchanted Items to outfit every single member of the Mercenary Guild…

More than enough money and territories for each House…

More than enough power and influence to be wielded by both parties…

"Where does your Slave Union come in?" Fenrir's question echoed within the vast room.

For a moment, there was silence.

and

what you were talking

smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most

on her face was the

obvious? You all… are

to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt

have all the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the

who was a veteran in the field, she understood this principle too

as she was the one in power, there was nothing

I'll be

all she had

time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

the room, and the shockwaves from his claps

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

who sat on their tables

knew that this was their fate already.

bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with

that's nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

there was a certain friction between the two

it's directed at Mr. Fenrir

do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast

why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you

and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped

you here, as

as she looked at the man who now had the

time for Fenrir to

guess I just chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by

little before proceeding to speak

say Scylla—or rather, her

darted to the young man who had black hair

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though so