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.

one said a word, and all

what

her innocent smile warped into something twisted, and her

face was

You

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

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

the very ends of

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

long as she was the one in power, there

I'll be

had to

Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

the shockwaves from his claps

you're finally revealing your true

sat on

their fate already. The revelation

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

certain friction between the two that just couldn't

But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

Fenrir, so all he had to do was look

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

and despite being but a fragile broomstick

why exactly are you here,

twinkled as she looked at the man who

for

I just chose the most logical option—the winning

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

groaned a little before

could say Scylla—or rather, her

All darted to the young man who had black hair and

from his calm gaze did not change even