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 all eyes were on

what

and her eyes slanted

face was the very definition

it obvious? You

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

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

desire; grow to the very ends of the world. It

who was a veteran in the field, she understood

she was the one in power, there

the end, I'll be the

she had to say on the

time since the meeting started,

room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything to

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

other three who sat on

their fate already. The

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

and kind response to

being allies, there was a certain friction

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

was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him

The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus,

fragile broomstick when compared to

why exactly are you here, as an

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

time for Fenrir

chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

still not completely convinced by

this and groaned a little before proceeding to

Scylla—or rather,

All darted to the young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right

calm gaze did not change even though