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.

said a word, and all eyes

that's what

smile warped into something twisted, and her

her face was the very definition

You

said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in the

the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist

desire; grow to the very

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she

as she was the one in power, there was nothing

end, I'll

she had to say on the

the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while clapping

the shockwaves from

you're finally revealing your true intentions.

other three who sat

fate already.

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll

and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

being allies, there was a certain friction

But it's directed at Mr.

beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast

Gang usually stays neutral in

despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke his

are you here,

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now had

for Fenrir

chose the most logical option—the winning team

slightly, still not completely convinced by

noticed this and groaned a little before proceeding

rather, her bodyguard over

young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head

gaze did not