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

what you were

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

her face was the very definition of

You all… are

this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind

a loss on my part." Her moist lips

grow to the very ends of the world. It changes

was a veteran in the field, she understood

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

end, I'll

all she had

the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

true

three who sat on their

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

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones

was a certain friction between

also have a question. But it's directed at

do was look beside him to gaze

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

being but a fragile broomstick when compared to

why exactly are you here, as an

heard this question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

was time for Fenrir to

most logical option—the

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by

and groaned a little

rather, her bodyguard over there—was

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

did not change even though