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.

word, and all

that's what you were

and her eyes slanted in the

on her face was the very

obvious? You all…

to tremble with an invisible

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the world. It

a veteran in the

the one in power, there was

the end, I'll

had to

for the first time since the meeting

the shockwaves from

you're finally revealing your true intentions. Took you long

other three who sat on

that this was their fate already. The revelation made

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

friction between

But it's directed at

Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political

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

exactly are you here, as

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

was time for

chose the most logical option—the winning

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

little before

could say Scylla—or rather, her

hair and

did not