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

that's what

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted

grin on her face was the

obvious? You all…

to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could

As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept

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

Trader who was a veteran in the field,

the one in power, there was nothing

the end, I'll

had to say on the

Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting

the shockwaves from

your true intentions.

who sat on their tables said

knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made

that, so I guess I'll

response to Fenrir had just

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

question. But it's directed

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

stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems

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

are you here,

smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

for

chose the most

completely convinced by the answer he

groaned a little

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

black hair and blue eyes; standing right

revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though so