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 were talking

something twisted, and her eyes slanted in

on her face was the very

obvious? You all…

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

never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the

you desire; grow to the very ends

in the field, she understood this

she was the one

end, I'll be

all she had to say

for the first time since

echoes radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from

you're finally revealing your true

other three who sat

knew that this was their fate already. The

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir

friction between the two that just couldn't

it's

had to do was look beside

this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus,

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

why exactly are you here,

smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

for

the most logical option—the winning

raised his brow slightly, still not completely

groaned a little before proceeding to speak

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard

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

did not change even though so much focus was