An Extra’s POV

Night soon arrived, and darkness crept into the world.

The starless sky had only the dull glow of the half moon shining upon the areas engulfed in the thickness of the dark.

On this very night, a certain carriage departed from the Blanc Mansion.

It was prestigious, well-made. It's surface Barry reflected any light, and it was obviously designed for stealth.

As an Enchanted Carriage, it made no sound as it passed through the hidden paths that led out of the Capital.

As one would expect from a carriage of this pristine nature, it wasn't alone.

An entourage of six powerful men—led by a pink-haired woman—surrounded the wheeled mechanism.

They were all on mounts, and they had solemn expressions on their faces as they advanced to whatever destination they had in mind.

Among the entourage, there was a certain hooded man who rode right behind the others. If Yuri could be labeled as the leader at the forefront, then this enigma was the one who took the rear end.

Their formation ensured that the carriage would be protected from all sides—even the flanks.

A pretty standard formation for a considerably long journey.

"So they finally took off…"

A silent voice, unable to be heard by anyone around, softly proceeded from the lips of a man who watched all of this.

He was the leader of the Scylla's Personal Recon Team—Jawl.

His body was completely shrouded in darkness as he narrowed his eyes to activate his Skill.

'[Transparency]!'

With it, he could see through solid objects. Hence, despite the carriage having tinted windows, that didn't stop him from seeing what was going on inside.

As expected, Jawl's Skill worked!

He saw the interior of the carriage, and it was as exquisite as anyone would imagine.

Seated within it were Rebal Blanc, Kara Verte, and a mysterious man in a mask.

Rebal and Kara were seated beside each other, while the masked man was opposite them.

Once Jawl confirmed their positions, as well as all the other information he required from the carriage and its entourage, he deactivated his Skill.

trailed as his eyes

about the path that surrounded the carriage. As professionals, they

what kind of formation the target had. They could easily break through

just need her

second Skill—[Dark Silence]—was still activated, so he was confident that his next action

his Enchanted Communication Device and activated it

considerably heavy thanks to how

it was used for communicating long distances, the Mana necessary

Jawl knew he

~ZTTTZ!~

Item

~What's the situation?~

herself—and he subconsciously bowed his head the moment he

within the carriage. Leading their entourage is

and succinctly poured out all the intel

was brief, straight to the

Scylla for nearly a decade, he knew

he didn't even address her as 'Master' when on the call was due to her distaste for

to please her to his utmost, so he did as he was told and reported exactly what

~Good job.~

moment he heard this, Jawl felt like he had been rewarded for all the scrutiny he had

of admonishment, spoken by her soft voice, put a smile on his

to do

and delay their arrival to the Dark Gathering, or engage in

few seconds, there was

Then—

you do not recognize. Are there any of them dressed peculiarly? Perhaps in a way that resembles

his incredibly photographic memory and came up with two

black, hiding their faces. One was at the rear end of the formation, while the other was within

thought there

didn't know anything about this 'Reaper' figure, and

but that wasn't going to

would all perish if that was

confirmed what you need to, so let them

curious about his Master's decision, but he was in no

need

had to act—that was his

why I ordered

words, Jawl shuddered

had figured out his thoughts, but it still

"Yes." He responded.