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.

one said a word, and

that's what

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

grin on her face was the very definition of

You all… are

invisible kind of pressure

loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the

you desire; grow to the

was a veteran in the field, she understood this

as she was the one in power,

end, I'll

was all she had to say

for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his

true

three who sat on their tables said

that this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference to

even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that,

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

question. But it's directed

do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems

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

you here, as

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

was time for Fenrir

the most logical option—the winning team

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

a little before

Scylla—or rather,

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

from his calm gaze did not change even though