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 on

that's what you were

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted

grin on her face was the

You

said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that

the riches 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 her

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

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

she was the one in power, there was

the end, I'll be

all she had to say

first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

finally revealing your true intentions. Took

other three who sat on their tables

that this was their fate

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

kind response to Fenrir

a certain friction between

question. But it's directed

had to do was look beside

The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working

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

why exactly are you

twinkled as she looked at the man

time for Fenrir

most logical option—the

still not completely convinced by the answer he

this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

rather, her bodyguard over

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

gaze did not change even though so much focus was on