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.

word, and all eyes were on

that's what

and her eyes slanted in the most

face was the very

obvious? You

seemed to tremble with an invisible kind of pressure that could

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

a Slave Trader who was a veteran in

the one in power, there

end, I'll be

all she had to say on

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

radiated throughout the room, and the

revealing your true intentions.

who sat

fate already. The revelation made

say I dislike that,

kind response to Fenrir

friction between the two that just couldn't be

But it's directed at Mr. Fenrir over

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

still don't understand why you're on board with all this. The Mercenary Gang usually stays neutral in political issues like this. Plus, it seems

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

why exactly are you here,

eyes twinkled as she looked at the man who

time for Fenrir

chose the most logical option—the winning team in this

brow slightly, still not completely convinced by the answer

little before proceeding to speak some

rather, her

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

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