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

that's what you were talking

twisted, and

face was the very definition of

it obvious? You all… are

the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by

want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her

to the

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field,

she was the one in power,

end, I'll

all she had to say on the

since the

and the shockwaves from his claps

true

who sat on

was their fate already. The

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

Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

being allies, there was a certain friction between the

But it's directed at

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

why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus,

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

why exactly are you

as she looked at the man who now had the

for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team in this

completely convinced by the answer he

this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

say Scylla—or rather, her

hair and blue eyes; standing right

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though so much