An Extra’s POV

[Meanwhile…]

"DAMNIT!!!"

A loud voice echoed from the lips of a particularly beautiful woman, making her appear awfully ugly as a result.

As her long blond hair swayed, her white teeth were displayed in pure rage. She was grating them very loudly, and the wrinkles on her face caused her to appear even more hideous.

"H-how could all of this happen?!" She hissed, growling like a hungry predator who desired nothing but devastation.

Fury, mixed with anxiety and a hint of fear, rose from her pretty body.

This lady was Scylla—the Head of the Slave Union, and also the Leader of the New Order.

Her fury coat and black gown would have made her appear to be one of the classiest ladies in the world, but the crass way she currently spoke, and the curses she spewed thanks to her current dissatisfaction, made her seem more vulgar than she appeared.

Fortunately, only one other person was in the room—her personal guard.

His pure white mask had a dull glow as he watched her from a corner, like a statue.

It was almost like he wasn't there at all.

That allowed Scylla to continue her tantrums without feeling watched or scrutinized.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damnit!"

The reason for her current frustrations lay in the fact that her entire framework of plans was collapsing.

For one, the Eastern Warehouse was suddenly attacked by a Dragon, and it killed every single worker there.

Phobio, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction, had managed to escape with his life—barely avoiding the wrath of the beast or the jaws of death.

'If not for our patrol agents, we wouldn't have found his naked, unconscious body on time.'

If this was all, though, then Scylla would not be in such a frenzy.

Having a Dragon suddenly invade a major hotspot of resources was bad—incredibly so—but it wasn't impossible to resolve the problem.

wasn't the

Head, is dead. Same as Anukus, who was a wild card, but was also one of the

it back safely, though all his men

seems the Blanc House has gotten their hands on someone pretty strong. For him to cause Fernand to

to know

labeled as a coincidence, the

considerably far from each other, some

men—a

Gang had been compromised, thanks to what happened in the Eastern

Destruction could be dispatched there to subjugate the Dragon, but that would spread them too

Phobio, the Dragon was far stronger

one. Fenrir should be able to manage if he has his subordinates with

was that it would leave her, and the rest of her

more casualties—something they couldn't afford at

to bite her nails

can beat a Head of Destruction. Maybe Rebal Blanc himself, but there's no way he'd be on the

least three individuals who were hired

Adding Fenrir, that's

supposed to involve retrieving documents

to push the

the Capital.

to spread their wings

more, almost as if

calm down. Yeah… let's find

matters at the moment, and she recognized them to be the recovery of the Eastern Warehouse, as well as the recovery of

with the strong forces of the opposing

to get rid of that Dragon quickly, or else it'll be difficult to

only so much a rule by fear could

isn't an issue. Still, I have to ensure the carrot remains as

a way to

one, then we'll have to concentrate all our attention on that for

they would have to halt their advancements and give the Blanc House room to breathe, as well as

how to completely get

everything around them, she had inadvertently backed them