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.

a word, and all eyes

what you were talking

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

grin on her face was

it obvious? You

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

you desire; grow to the very ends of the world. It

in the field, she understood this principle

as she was the one

the end, I'll be the

had to say

for the first time since the

and the shockwaves from his

finally revealing your true intentions. Took

sat on their

was their fate

I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll

that's nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response

certain friction between the two that just

question. But it's directed

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he 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,

broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir,

are you here, as

eyes twinkled as she looked

for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning team

raised his brow slightly, still not completely

noticed this and groaned a little before proceeding to

guess you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing

from his calm gaze did not change even though so much