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 were on

that's what

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

grin on her face was the

it obvious? You all…

invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in

can have all 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

grow to the very ends

a veteran in the field, she

was the one in power, there

the end, I'll be the

had to say

Bravo! Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

room, and the shockwaves

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took

who sat on

was their fate already. The

I dislike that,

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

certain friction

But it's directed at Mr.

he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast

on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems

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

exactly are you

violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now had

for Fenrir

just chose the most logical option—the winning team in

slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he

a little before

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head of the

gaze did not change even though so much focus was on