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

So that's what

something twisted, and her eyes

grin on her face was the very definition

it obvious? You

tremble with an invisible

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

obtain whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of the world.

Trader who was a veteran in the field, she

one in power, there was nothing to

I'll

she had to say on the

Bravo! Bravo!" Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started,

the shockwaves from his

your true

other three who sat on their tables said

that this was their fate already. The revelation made no difference

dislike that, so I guess I'll

to hear." Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just

a certain friction between the two that

also have a question. But it's

had to do was

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

broomstick

exactly are you here, as

eyes twinkled as she looked at

time for Fenrir to

guess I just chose the most logical option—the winning team in

his brow slightly, still not completely

little before proceeding to speak some

say Scylla—or rather,

black hair and blue

revealed from his calm gaze did not change even