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.

and all

what

innocent smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted

on her face was the

You

tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in

want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since

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

was a veteran in the field, she

long as she was the one in power, there

end, I'll be the

all she had to say on the

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting

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

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

three who sat on their tables

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

bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go

that's nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to

there was a certain friction between the two that

a question. But it's

he had to do was look beside him

neutral in political issues

being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still

are you here, as

as she looked at the man who

for

chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

slightly, still not completely convinced by the

little before

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head of the

not change even though so much focus was on