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.

a word, and all eyes

what you

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted

on her face was the

obvious? You all… are

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

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

desire; grow to the very ends of the world.

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

was the one in power, there was nothing to

end, I'll be

she had to say on

first time since

room, and the shockwaves from

your true intentions. Took

three who sat on their

fate already. The revelation made no difference

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that,

response

was a certain friction

a question. But it's directed at Mr.

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do

don't understand why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in

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

you

and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at

time for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical option—the winning team

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

little before proceeding to speak some

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

had black hair and blue eyes; standing

his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus