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

So that's what you were talking

twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most ominous

was

it obvious? You all… are

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

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

you desire; grow to the very ends of

Slave Trader who was a veteran in the field, she

was the one

end, I'll

she had to say

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

and the shockwaves from his claps caused

finally revealing your true

who sat on their tables said

was their fate already. The revelation made

grown even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so I guess I'll just go with

sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just

certain friction between

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

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

usually stays neutral in

and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir,

why exactly are you here, as an

as she looked at the man who now

for Fenrir

I just chose the most

still not completely convinced by the answer he

noticed this and groaned a little before proceeding

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

All darted to the young man who had black hair and blue eyes; standing right

calm gaze did not change even though so much focus was on