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

that's what you were talking

her innocent smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted

was the very

it obvious? You all… are

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

you're mine, it will never be a loss

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

who was a veteran in

long as she was the one in power, there

I'll be the

was all she had to say on the

first time since the meeting started,

throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

finally revealing your true intentions.

three who sat

their fate already.

I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with

and kind response to Fenrir

allies, there was a certain friction between the two that

But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

do was look

stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working with Lady

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

you here,

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

time for Fenrir

the most logical

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

and groaned a little before proceeding

guess you could say Scylla—or rather, her

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

calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on