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

warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in

was the very definition of

You

the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could

be a loss on my part." Her

grow to the very

veteran in the field, she

she was the one in power, there

the end, I'll be

all she had to say

time since

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

finally revealing your true intentions. Took

sat on

their fate already. The revelation made no difference

that, so I guess I'll just go with all this…

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones

allies, there was a certain friction between the two that just couldn't be

But it's directed at Mr.

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

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

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

why exactly are you here,

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

for

I just chose the most logical option—the winning

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

and groaned a little before proceeding to speak

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

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

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change