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

what

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

was the

it obvious? You all…

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

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 moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since she founded the

desire; grow to the very ends

Slave Trader who was a veteran in the

she was the one in

end, I'll be

was all she had to say on the

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

room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

your true intentions. Took you

sat

this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference

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

to hear." Her sweet and kind response

was a certain friction between the two that

it's directed

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

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

tone was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the

exactly are you here, as an

smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now

time for Fenrir to

chose the most logical option—the winning team in

still not completely convinced

groaned a little before proceeding

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

to the young man who had black hair

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not