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.

that wasn't

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

though all his men had suffered an unlucky fate at

Blanc House has gotten their hands on someone pretty strong. For him to

wanted to know who it

whole incident with the Dragon can be labeled as a coincidence, the other incidents can't be

each other, some

lost strong men—a commodity that was

the Mercenary Gang had been compromised,

Destruction could be dispatched there to subjugate the Dragon,

the Dragon

one. Fenrir should be able to manage

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

the possibility of suffering more casualties—something they couldn't afford at the

bite

there's no one among them that can beat a Head of Destruction. Maybe Rebal Blanc himself, but there's no

hired by them; considering the three different locations where their members were

have seven left. Adding Fenrir, that's eight. It's

to involve retrieving documents and swallowing

was meant to push the KariBlanc Group

the Capital.

they'll begin to spread

screamed and cursed some more, almost as

should calm down. Yeah… let's

lady considered the most pressing matters at the moment, and she recognized them to be the recovery of the Eastern Warehouse,

had to deal with the strong forces of the

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

so much a

the strongest card with me, so dishing out the stuck isn't an issue. Still, I have

for a way

three-horned one, then we'll have

the Blanc House room to breathe, as well as an

how to

around them, she had inadvertently backed them into a