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

what you were

into something twisted, and her eyes

face was the

You all…

an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone

mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept

to the very ends of the

veteran in the field, she understood

long as she was the one in power,

the end, I'll be the

all she had to

Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps

true intentions. Took

three who sat on

their fate already. The revelation

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

Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as his

being allies, there was a certain friction between the two

a question. But it's

had to do was look beside him to gaze

don't understand why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly

but a fragile broomstick

you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the

was time for Fenrir to

most logical option—the winning team in

brow slightly, still not completely convinced

noticed this and groaned a little

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

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

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on