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 all eyes

that's what

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

on her face was the very definition of

it obvious? You all… are

an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in

riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss

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

was a veteran in the field,

long as she was the one in power,

end, I'll

had to say on

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

you're finally revealing your true

sat on their tables said

knew that this was their fate already.

dislike that,

Her sweet and kind response

there was a certain friction between the two that

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

do

Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral

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

exactly are you here, as

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now

for

chose the most logical option—the winning

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

this and groaned a little before

Scylla—or rather, her

hair and blue eyes; standing right

calm gaze did not change even though so much