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.

and

what

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in

her face was the

it obvious? You

an invisible kind of pressure

all the 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

grow to the very ends

a veteran in the field,

as she was the one in

I'll be the

was all she had

Fenrir, for the first time since the

and the shockwaves from

true intentions. Took you

sat on their tables

that this was their fate already. The revelation

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

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just

was a certain friction between

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

Noir was seated right beside Fenrir, so all he had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the

stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you do not particularly like working

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

you

Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked

for Fenrir to

the most logical option—the winning team

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer he was

this and groaned a little before proceeding to speak some

could say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

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

not change even though so