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.

said a word, and all

what you

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

face was the very definition of

You all… are

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

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

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the

veteran in

she was the one in power, there

end, I'll be the

had to say on the

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely

throughout the room, and the shockwaves

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you long

three who sat on their tables said

knew that this was their fate

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all this… for

nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to

a certain friction

it's

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do

all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in

despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the

why exactly are you

as she looked at the man who now had the

was time for

guess I just chose the most logical option—the winning team in

completely convinced by the answer

groaned a little before proceeding to speak

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

young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus