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 all eyes were

So that's what you

innocent smile warped into something twisted, and her

face was the

obvious? You all…

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

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist

grow to the

Slave Trader who was a veteran in the

long as she was the one in power, there was

I'll be

all she had to say on the

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

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps

revealing your true intentions.

three who sat on their tables said

was their fate already. The

say I dislike that, so I guess

hear." Her sweet and kind response

there was a certain friction

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

do was look beside him

all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political

broomstick when compared to the absolutely

are you here,

and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked

for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

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

this and groaned a little before

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

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

revealed from his calm gaze did not change even