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.

a word, and all eyes were

what

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

face was

it obvious? You

with an invisible kind of pressure that

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

desire; grow to the

Trader who was a veteran in the field, she

she was the one in power, there was nothing

the end, I'll be

all she had to

first time since

and the shockwaves

true intentions. Took you

sat on

fate already. The revelation made no

I can't say I dislike that,

sweet and kind response to Fenrir

friction between the two that just couldn't

a question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

had to do was

stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working with

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

why exactly are you here, as an

violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now had

for Fenrir to

chose the most logical option—the

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by

this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

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

the young man who had black hair and blue eyes;

not change even though so much