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 on

that's what you were

and her eyes slanted in

grin on her face was

obvious? You

said this, the room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by

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

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of

a veteran in the

was the one in power, there was nothing

the end, I'll be the

had

time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed

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

revealing your true intentions. Took you long

sat on their tables

that this was their fate already. The

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go

kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as his

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

have a question. But it's directed

so all he had to do was

The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems you

a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped

you

question and smiled. Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked at the

was time for

chose the most logical

completely convinced by the answer he was

a little before proceeding to speak

could say Scylla—or rather,

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

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