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 eyes were

that's what you were talking

smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most

grin on her face was the very definition of

it obvious? You all… are

room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in the

power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part."

you desire; grow to the

was a veteran in the field,

she was the one in power, there was

the end, I'll be

was all she had to say on the

since the meeting started, genuinely

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps

you're finally revealing your true intentions.

sat

this was their fate already. The revelation made

I dislike that, so I guess I'll just

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

certain friction between

also have a question. But it's directed

had to do was look beside him to gaze upon

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

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely

why exactly are you here,

twinkled as she looked at the man who now had the

for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

little before proceeding

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was pretty

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

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