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

what you

warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

grin on her face was the very definition

obvious? You all… are

with an invisible kind of pressure that could be

as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her

whatever you desire; grow to the very ends of

Trader who was a veteran in

one in power, there was

the end, I'll

was all she had to say on the

the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while

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

finally revealing your true intentions. Took

three who sat on their

knew that this was their fate already. The

Scylla. I can't say I dislike that,

Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many

was a certain friction between the two

question. But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir

had to do was look beside him to gaze upon the beast of a

still don't understand why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political

being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped

you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the

for

the most logical

still not completely

and groaned a little before proceeding

say Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over

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

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