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

what you

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

was the very definition of

obvious? You all…

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 lips echoed the words she had kept in

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very

Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she understood this principle too

the one in power,

end, I'll

was all she had to say on the

for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

the room, and the

true intentions. Took you

who sat on their tables

was their fate

that, so I guess I'll just go with all this…

that's nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones

allies, there was a certain friction between the two that

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

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the

Gang usually stays neutral

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

why exactly are you

Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

for Fenrir to

the most logical option—the winning team in

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he was

this and groaned a little before proceeding to

say Scylla—or rather, her

All darted to the young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though