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

So that's what you were talking

warped into something twisted, and her

on her face was the

it obvious? You all…

tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt

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 the

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she understood this

was the one in power, there was nothing to

the end, I'll be the

all she had to say on

Fenrir, for the first time since the

the room, and the shockwaves from his

your true

sat on their tables said

this was their fate already. The revelation made

dislike that, so I

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

friction between the two that

question. But it's

do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast

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

calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared

exactly are you here, as

twinkled as she looked at the man who now

time for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning team

still not completely convinced by

and groaned a little before

could say Scylla—or rather, her

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

did not