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.

word, and all

what you were

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most ominous way

face was the very definition of

obvious? You

tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends

in the field,

she was the one in power, there

end, I'll be the

was all she had

time since the meeting started, genuinely

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

sat on their tables

probably knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference to

grown even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess

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

certain friction between the two

have a question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

so all he had to do was look

usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working

but a fragile broomstick when compared

exactly are you here, as

Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

was time for

most logical option—the winning team in

completely convinced

little

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

man who had black hair and blue eyes;

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