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

what you

twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

her face was the very definition of

it obvious? You

the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure

loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since she

grow to the very ends of

was a veteran in the field, she understood

the one in

I'll

all she had

for the first time since the

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the

true intentions.

who sat on their tables said

that this was their fate already. The revelation

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

Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as

a certain friction between the two that just

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

Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside

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

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

are you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now

for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team

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

and groaned a little before proceeding to

you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

had black hair and blue

did not change even though so much focus