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 were

what you were

into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the most ominous way

grin on her face was the

obvious? You all…

to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure

never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had kept in her heart since she founded the New

grow to the very

a veteran in the field, she

she was the one

end, I'll

all she had to

Fenrir, for the first time since the meeting started, genuinely laughed while clapping

and the

true intentions. Took

other three who sat

fate already. The revelation made no difference

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

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

there was a certain friction between the two that just

a question. But it's directed at

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

usually stays neutral in political issues

calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick

are you here, as

Her violet eyes twinkled as she looked

was time for

most logical

raised his brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

this and groaned a little before

Scylla—or rather, her bodyguard over there—was

young man who had black hair and blue eyes;

demeanor revealed from his calm gaze did not change even though