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.

one said a word, and

what you were talking

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

was the very definition

it obvious? You

room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of

never be a loss on my part."

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

veteran in the field, she understood

long as she was the one in power, there was nothing

I'll be the

was all she had

time since

and the shockwaves from

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you long

who sat

this was their fate already. The revelation made

bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that,

Her sweet and kind response

being allies, there was a certain friction between the two that just

a question. But it's directed at

beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was

stays neutral in political issues like this.

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

you here, as an

eyes twinkled as she looked at the

time for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team in

not completely convinced by

and groaned a little before

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head of the

not change even though so much focus was