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 all

what you were talking

warped into something twisted, and

was the

You all…

the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure

loss on my

you desire; grow to the very ends

in the field, she

the one

end, I'll be the

all she had to

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started,

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his

your true intentions.

three who sat on their

that this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference to

say I dislike that, so I

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

certain friction between the

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

so all he had to do was look beside him

this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems

despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the

why exactly are you here,

this question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

time for Fenrir

chose the most logical option—the winning team in

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by

noticed this and groaned a little

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the

his calm gaze did not change