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.

said a word, and

that's what you were

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

face was the very definition

You all…

with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by

can have all 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

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of

veteran in the field, she understood this principle

she was the one in power, there was nothing

end, I'll be

was all she had

first time since the meeting started, genuinely

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused

true intentions.

who sat on

knew that this was their fate

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all this… for

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

being allies, there was a certain friction between the two that just

also have a question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the

Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues

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

exactly are you here,

question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at

time for Fenrir

just chose the most logical option—the winning team

slightly, still not completely

groaned a little before proceeding to

say Scylla—or rather, her

had black hair and blue eyes;

did not