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

twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

face was the very definition

it obvious? You all…

to tremble with an invisible kind of

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her

desire; grow to the very ends of the

a veteran in

the one in power, there was nothing to

the end, I'll be

was all she had to say on

since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything to

true intentions. Took you long

three who sat on

was their fate already.

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just

that's nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

was a certain friction between the two that just couldn't be

But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir

do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

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

was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared

are you here,

this question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now

was time for Fenrir

chose the most logical option—the winning team

completely convinced by the

a little before proceeding to

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

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

his calm gaze did not change even though so