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.

said a word, and all eyes

So that's what you were talking

and her eyes slanted in

on her face was the very

obvious? You

seemed to tremble with an invisible kind

mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the world.

veteran in

was the one in power,

I'll

all she had to say

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

and the shockwaves from his claps

true

other three who sat on their tables said

fate already. The revelation made no difference to

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

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

have a question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir

beside Fenrir, so all he had to do

with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues

tone was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke

exactly are you here,

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

for Fenrir to

chose the most logical option—the winning

completely convinced

noticed this and groaned a little

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

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

did not change even