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

that's what you were talking

warped into something twisted, and

grin on her face was the

it obvious? You

room seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could be felt by everyone in the

can have all the riches and power you want. As long as you're mine, it will never be a loss on my part." Her moist lips echoed the words she had

to the very ends of the

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

as she was the one

I'll

was all she had

the first time since the

room, and the shockwaves from his

your true

who sat

knew that this was their fate already.

grown even bolder, Scylla. I can't say I dislike that, so

Her sweet and kind response to Fenrir had just as many undertones as

being allies, there was a certain friction between the two that just

have a question. But it's

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

all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral

tone was calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when

you

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who now

for Fenrir

most logical option—the winning

not completely convinced by the answer he was

groaned a little

guess you could say Scylla—or rather,

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

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