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

what you were

something twisted, and her eyes

grin on her face was

it obvious? You all…

this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind

As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words

desire; grow to the very ends of the world.

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she understood

long as she was the one in power, there

the end, I'll be

was all she had to say on the

time since the meeting

the shockwaves from his claps caused

you're finally revealing your true

three who sat on

was their fate

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

response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

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

it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to

with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working with

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

are you here,

as she

time for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning

completely convinced

groaned a little before proceeding to speak

rather, her bodyguard over there—was pretty

had black hair and blue eyes;

gaze did not change even though so much focus