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.

said a word, and all eyes were

that's what you were talking

her innocent smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

was the very definition

You

an invisible kind of pressure that could

never be a loss on my

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

Slave Trader who was a veteran in

she was the one in power, there was nothing

I'll

she had

first time since the meeting

and the shockwaves from his claps

your true intentions.

three who sat on their tables

their fate

say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all

response

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

a question. But it's directed at Mr.

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

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

fragile broomstick when compared

are you here,

and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as

was time for

guess I just chose the most logical

his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the

this and groaned a little before

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

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

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though