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.

behind Kara Verte had the imposing air of a seasoned warrior. Though their face was hidden in dark armor, it was the assumption of many that whoever was inside the armor

even as strong as

black, with silver

by no means light. It just seemed a bit more compact than the one worn by

everyone had no choice but to narrow their gaze in

was

design that made the upper helm of his

the hood of that one having a red fur-like design, and the inner color

veteran Adventurer, and everything about his gear showed

his face, with crimson eyes

have as much of a presence as the armored one, but it would be

regal outfits

greying hair and beards complimenting his color choice to

was more likely

multiple parts of her body.

seemed to

no problem. We weren't waiting for very long." Scylla smiled, responding to the

one spoke in response

is that the Triumvirate has

her violet gaze to look

is going according to the plan.' She stifled her laughter and simply cleared

Capital who were in

only my device serving as the exception.'

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

the end, they

care of all the loose ends…

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this is the Dark

from within his

of the troublesome ones

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