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.

word, and all eyes were on

that's what you

something twisted, and her eyes slanted

grin on her face was the

it obvious? You all…

seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone

want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part."

the very ends

who was a veteran in the field, she understood this principle

she was the one in power,

I'll be the

she had to say on the

time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while clapping

throughout the room, and the

finally revealing your true intentions. Took you

who sat on

this was their fate already. The revelation

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

kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as his

a certain friction between the two that just couldn't be

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

all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon

with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in

fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir,

exactly are you

twinkled as she looked at the man

time for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning

still not completely convinced

little

you could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

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

not change even though so much focus