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 talking

something twisted, and her

was

You all… are

she said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in

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

the

Trader who was a veteran in

she was the one in power, there was nothing

end, I'll be the

had to

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while clapping his

throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his

true intentions. Took you

who sat on their tables

their fate already. The revelation made no

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I

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

there was a certain friction between the

But it's directed at Mr.

do was look beside him to gaze

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

tone was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke

you here, as an

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

for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical

completely convinced by the

and groaned a little before proceeding to speak

could say Scylla—or rather,

hair and blue eyes; standing right behind

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not