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

that's what you were talking

and her eyes slanted in the most ominous

her face was the

You

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

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

desire; grow to the very ends of the

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she

she was the one in power,

the end, I'll be the

was all she had to say on the

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting

throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

your true intentions.

other three who sat on their tables

knew that this was their fate already. The

I dislike that, so I guess I'll just

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had

certain friction between the two that just

But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of

all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like

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

are you here,

and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

was time for Fenrir to

guess I just chose the most logical

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the

a little before proceeding to

Scylla—or rather, her

to the young man who had black hair

his calm gaze did not change even though so much