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.

word, and all eyes were on

that's what you were talking

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

her face was the

it obvious? You

an invisible kind of pressure that could be

can have all the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very

who was a veteran in the

the one in

I'll

was all she had to say

first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

your true intentions. Took

sat on their tables said

was their fate already. The revelation made no difference

grown even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with

hear." Her sweet and kind response

friction between the

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

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

stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke his

exactly are you here, as an

Her violet eyes twinkled as she

was time for

I just chose the most logical option—the winning

still not completely convinced by the answer he was

this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak

you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

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