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 were on

that's what you were talking

and her eyes slanted in the

face was the very definition of

You all… are

invisible kind

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

desire; grow to the

Slave Trader who was a veteran in

she was the one in power,

I'll

all she had to say on

first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

sat

that this was their fate

I dislike that, so I guess

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

friction between the two

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

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

with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this.

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

are you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man

was time for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning

still not completely convinced by

a little before proceeding

rather, her bodyguard

to the young man who had black hair and

his calm gaze did not change even