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 were on

that's what

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

her face was the very definition of

You all… are

invisible kind of pressure that could be

can have all the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist

whatever you desire; grow to the

veteran in the

she was the one in power, there was

end, I'll be the

all she had to say on

time since the meeting

radiated throughout the room, and the shockwaves from his

your true intentions.

three who sat on their

was their fate already. The revelation made

bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with all this… for

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

a certain friction between the two that

question. But it's

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

stays neutral in political issues like this.

broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke his

why exactly are you here, as

Her violet eyes twinkled as

for Fenrir

chose the most logical

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the

little before proceeding to speak some

you could say Scylla—or rather, her

darted to the young man who had black hair and blue

not