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

what

and her eyes slanted in the

face was the very

You all… are

the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could

loss on my part." Her

the very ends of the world.

who was a veteran in the

she was the one in power, there

I'll be

all she had to say

first time since the meeting

the shockwaves

true

sat on their

that this was their fate already. The

say I dislike that, so I guess I'll

response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as his

allies, there was a certain friction between the two

it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

all he had to do was look beside

neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you

fragile broomstick when compared to the

are you here, as an

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

time for Fenrir to

chose the most logical option—the winning

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

this and groaned a little before

guess you could say Scylla—or rather,

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

revealed from his calm gaze did not