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 were on

So that's what you

twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

grin on her face was the

obvious? You

room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of

never be a loss on my part."

desire; grow to the

Trader who was a veteran in the field, she understood this principle too

the one in power, there was nothing

I'll

she had to say on the

first time since the

the room, and the shockwaves

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

other three who sat

this was their fate

can't say I dislike that, so

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

a certain friction between

a question. But it's

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

on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly

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

are you here, as an

as she looked at the

was time for Fenrir

I just chose the most

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

a little before proceeding to speak

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

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

did not change even though so much