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.

one said a word, and all eyes were

So that's what you were

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

her face was the

it obvious? You all…

she said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind

never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends

Slave Trader who was a veteran in

she was the one in power, there was

the end, I'll be the

had to say on the

Bravo! Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the

finally revealing your true

three who sat on their tables said

knew that this was their fate already. The

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

nice to hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

was a certain friction between the two that just

But it's directed at Mr.

he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like

despite being but a fragile broomstick when

exactly are you here, as an

as she looked at the man who

for Fenrir

the most logical option—the winning team in

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced

little before proceeding to speak

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head of the

from his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on