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 on

what you were talking

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most ominous

her face was the very definition of

it obvious? You all… are

she said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could

the riches 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 in her heart

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the

a veteran in the field, she understood this principle

she was the one in power, there was nothing to

end, I'll be

all she had

time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

the shockwaves from

true intentions. Took you

other three who sat

that this was their fate already. The revelation made no

say I dislike that,

sweet and kind response

certain friction between

it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

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

and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir,

why exactly are you

heard this question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at

time for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

noticed this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

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

to the young man who had black hair and blue

gaze did not change even though so much focus