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.

air of a seasoned warrior. Though their face was hidden in dark armor, it was

strong as the Obsidian

Blade's bulkier armor, which was predominantly black, with silver designs all around it,

speed rather than pure defense. The armor was by no means light. It just seemed

choice but to narrow

was

coat, with a design that made the

a cape on top of the darkened coat, with the hood of that one having a red fur-like

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

had a dark mask on his face, with crimson eyes glowing from within the holes for his

a presence as the armored one, but it would be foolish

they wore regal outfits that best correlated with

all-white suit, with his greying hair and beards complimenting

cane on one hand, though it was more likely

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

to

weren't waiting for very long." Scylla smiled, responding to

spoke in response

is that

her violet gaze to look at everyone

going according to the plan.' She

Capital who were in wait could

here, with only my device serving as the exception.' Her lips widened

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

end, they were trapped

of all the loose ends… the entire Alliance will

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this is

his

troublesome ones are here, just as

the traitors of the Obsidian Council, how they showed no shame or discomfort even when Rebal was standing right next to