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.

word, and all eyes

that's what you were talking

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

on her face was

obvious? You

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

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

you desire; grow to the very ends of

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

the one in power, there was

the end, I'll be

was all she had

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

and the shockwaves

you're finally revealing your true intentions.

who sat on their

fate already. The revelation made no difference to

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

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

was a certain friction

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

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

neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to

are you here, as

twinkled as she

time for

I just chose the most logical option—the winning team in

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by

little before proceeding to speak some

could say Scylla—or rather,

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

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not