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.

a word, and

So that's what you

and her eyes slanted in the most ominous

grin on her face was the very definition

obvious? You all…

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

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

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends

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

long as she was the one in

the end, I'll

she had to say on

time since the meeting

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

revealing your true intentions. Took you long

who sat on

knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made

even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all this… for

hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones

friction

question. But it's directed

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

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

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

exactly are you here, as an

question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who

time for Fenrir

I just chose the most logical

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he was

groaned a little before proceeding to speak

you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

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

his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was