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.

and all eyes were

that's what you

twisted, and

her face was the very definition

You

seemed to tremble with an invisible

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

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of

was a veteran in the

one

I'll

had to say on the

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

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

finally revealing your true intentions.

other three who sat on their tables said

their fate already. The revelation made no

dislike that, so I guess I'll just

Her sweet and kind response to

friction

question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir

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

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

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke

are you here, as

and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she

time for

chose the most logical option—the winning

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he was

a little

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

man who had black hair and blue

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change