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

what you

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

on her face was the very definition of

You all…

said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure

it will never be a loss on my part."

the very ends of the

was a veteran in the field, she

one in power, there was nothing to

the end, I'll be

all she had to say on the

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

the room, and the shockwaves

revealing your true intentions. Took you long

three who sat on

probably knew that this was their fate already.

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

kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

there was a certain friction between the two

But it's directed at Mr.

he had to do was

Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working

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

why exactly are you here,

eyes twinkled as she

time for Fenrir to

most logical option—the winning team in this

completely convinced by

groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

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

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

his calm gaze did not change even though