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.

a word, and

that's what

something twisted, and her

was

it obvious? You all… are

with an invisible kind of pressure that

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 she founded the New

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of

a veteran in the field,

long as she was the one in power, there was

the end, I'll

she had to say

first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

and the shockwaves from his

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

three who sat on

fate already.

dislike that, so I guess I'll

hear." Her sweet and kind response to

being allies, there was a certain friction between

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

so all he had to do was look

don't understand why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working with Lady

being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely

are you here, as

twinkled as she looked at the man who now

for Fenrir to

most logical option—the winning team in this

still not completely convinced by the answer

little before

you could say Scylla—or rather, her

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though