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 eyes were

what you were talking

and her eyes slanted in the most ominous way

was the very definition

obvious? You

with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt

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

to the very ends of

was a veteran in the field, she

she was the one in power, there

the end, I'll

all she had

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting

the room, and the shockwaves from his claps

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took

three who sat on

knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference

grown even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with

and kind response to Fenrir had just

being allies, there was a certain friction between the two that

it's directed

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.

tone was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared

you here, as

question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team in

not completely convinced by the answer he

little before proceeding to

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was pretty

the young man who had black hair

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