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

that's what

and her eyes slanted in

face was the very

obvious? You all…

room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of

never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in

you desire; grow to the very ends of the world. It

Trader who was a veteran in the field, she understood

one in power, there

the end, I'll be

was all she had to say

the first time since the meeting started, genuinely

the room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything to

true

three who sat on their

probably knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made no

dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all

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

being allies, there was a certain friction between

question. But it's directed

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

The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus,

broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still

why exactly are you

as she looked at the man who now

for

just chose the most logical option—the

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he

groaned a little before

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

revealed from his calm gaze did not change even