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 on

that's what

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

was

obvious? You

said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my

grow to the

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the

long as she was the one

end, I'll be

all she had to say

the first time since

radiated throughout the room, and the

revealing your true

sat on their tables said

knew that this was their fate

say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go

response to Fenrir had just as many

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

a question. But it's directed

was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look

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

comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick

are you here,

Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man

time for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced

groaned a little before

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

man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

from his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on