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

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

her face was the very definition

You all… are

tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by

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

grow to the very ends of the world. It changes

was a veteran in the

was the one in power, there

end, I'll

she had

the first time since the meeting started,

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything

your true intentions. Took you long

other three who sat on their tables

knew that this was their fate already. The revelation made

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

response to Fenrir had just as many undertones

was a certain friction

also have a question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

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

why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus,

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

are you here,

twinkled as she

for Fenrir

I just chose the most logical

slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he was

and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

you could say Scylla—or rather, her

had black hair and blue eyes; standing right behind the head of

stoic demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on