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

So that's what

something twisted, and

grin on her face was the very definition of

obvious? You all…

this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible

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 she founded the New

may obtain whatever you desire; grow to the

who was a veteran in the field,

the one in power, there was nothing

the end, I'll

was all she had to

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

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

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you long

other three who sat on their tables said

that this was their fate already.

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

response to

was a certain friction between the two that

a question. But it's directed at

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

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

broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still

are you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man

was time for Fenrir to

chose the most logical option—the

raised his brow slightly, still not completely

this and groaned a little

you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

darted to the young man who had black hair

calm gaze did not change even though