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 on

that's what

something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most ominous way

on her face was the very definition

it obvious? You all…

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

never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words

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

Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field,

one in power, there was nothing to

I'll

all she had to

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

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves

revealing your true intentions. Took

who sat

this was their fate already. The revelation made

dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all

sweet and kind response

allies, there was a certain friction between the two that

it's directed

had to do was

Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it

and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to

you here, as an

as she looked at the man who now had

for

chose the most logical option—the winning team in

slightly, still not completely convinced

little before proceeding

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

young man who had black hair and

his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus