An Extra’s POV

Deafening silence.

The world within the hall fell into a total lull as the Patriarch of the Blanc House and the new head of the Verte House stepped inside.

Their steps were measured, but not cautious.

The two seemed to have an air of unquestionable authority and unchallenged confidence as they stepped into the den of the obvious enemies.

Fear or unease was absent in their gaze.

Once they had taken a few steps into the hall—with the second figure of darkness trailing after the female of the two Obsidian Councilors, the man who had opened the doors instantly vanished from his previous position and appeared beside the much older Councilor.

The door loudly shut behind them as they advanced to the center of the hall, where the table was waiting for them.

They said nothing.

Other than the few things that were spoken earlier, no word echoed from their tightly shut lips.

At least, not until they finally reached their respective seats.

"Greetings, everyone." Rebal Blanc said with a smile as he took the left position.

"Apologies for being late." Kara Verte stated as she too gracefully took her position to the right.

They both sat without any wariness or caution, not even bothering to observe their chairs before taking such an impulsive action.

Their observers didn't know what to make of that.

Were they really fools, or were they just that confident in their abilities?

It was uncertain.

Perhaps they simply trusted in their entourage that much. The two who guarded them appeared competent enough, after all.

who stood behind Kara Verte had the imposing air of a seasoned warrior. Though their face was hidden in dark

as strong as

was predominantly black, with silver designs all around it, this person

The armor was by no means light.

but to narrow their gaze in

there was the second

that made the upper helm of

a cape on top of the darkened coat, with the hood of that

resembled that of a veteran Adventurer, and everything about his gear showed he was someone who preferred being concealed in

a dark mask on his face, with crimson eyes glowing

as much of a presence as the armored one, but it would be foolish not to

Kara, they wore regal outfits that best correlated with

all-white suit, with his greying hair and beards

cane on one hand, though it was more likely to

dark jewelry coating multiple parts of her body. Despite her naturally

to radiate pure

it's no problem. We weren't waiting for very long." Scylla smiled,

in

now is that the Triumvirate

gaze to look at

as planned. Everything is going according to the plan.'

her subordinates in the Royal Capital who were

blocked here, with only my device serving as

reach the Capital at all, and those in the Capital won't be able to

the end, they

all the loose ends… the entire

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is the

within his dark mask,

troublesome ones are

on the traitors of the Obsidian Council, how they showed no shame or discomfort