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.

and all eyes

that's what you

smile warped into something twisted, and her eyes slanted in the

on her face was the very definition

obvious? You

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

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

the very

who was a veteran in the field, she

the one in

end, I'll

had to say

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

and the shockwaves from his claps caused everything to

you're finally revealing your true intentions.

sat on their tables

fate

that, so I guess I'll just go with all

kind response to Fenrir

friction between the two

also have a question. But it's directed at

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

with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in

calm and comported, and despite being but a fragile broomstick when compared to the absolutely ripped Fenrir, he still spoke his

exactly are you

twinkled as she looked at the man who now

for Fenrir to

just chose the most logical

completely

groaned a little before proceeding to

you could say Scylla—or rather, her

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

his calm gaze did not change even