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.

and all eyes were on

So that's what you

warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in

face was the very definition

obvious? You

seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone

you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since she founded the

you desire; grow to the very ends of the

Trader who was a veteran in the

as she was the one in power, there was nothing to

end, I'll be the

all she had to say on

for the first time since the meeting started,

and the shockwaves

you're finally revealing your true

sat

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

I can't say I dislike that, so

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

a certain friction between the two

question. But it's directed

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside

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

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to

you here,

smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

for

just chose the most logical option—the winning team in

completely

groaned a little before

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

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

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though