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

So that's what

warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most

her face was the very

it obvious? You all…

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

can have all the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since

desire; grow to the very

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in

she was the one in

the end, I'll be

was all she had

Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the

and the shockwaves from

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you long

other three who sat on their tables

fate already.

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

friction between

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

all he had to do was look beside him to gaze

Gang usually stays neutral in

broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke his

you here, as

violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

was time for Fenrir to

guess I just chose the most logical option—the winning

his brow slightly, still not completely

noticed this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

hair and blue eyes; standing

from his calm gaze did not