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.

Verte had the imposing air of a seasoned warrior. Though their face was hidden in dark armor, it was the assumption of

as strong as

silver designs all around it, this person was coated in

means light. It just seemed a bit more compact than the one worn

no choice but to

there was the second

that made the upper helm of his hood look like two horns

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

his gear showed he was someone who preferred being concealed in

with crimson eyes

as much of a presence as the armored one,

wore regal outfits that best correlated with their

all-white suit, with his greying hair and beards complimenting his color choice to the

on one hand, though it was more likely to

multiple parts of her body. Despite her naturally

seemed to

waiting for very long." Scylla

one spoke in response to

is

her violet gaze

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

the Royal Capital who were

blocked here, with only my device serving as the

the Capital at all, and those in the

the end, they were

all the loose ends… the entire Alliance will

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this is the Dark

within his dark

ones

cast his sight on the traitors of the Obsidian Council, how they showed