An Extra’s POV

"Let's get down to the important bits first, shall we?"

As Scylla's melodious tone reverberated within the dark hall, everyone's attention was perked up.

Lords Bleue and Rouge seemed to be the most anxious, causing them to constantly shift their gaze to Lord Noir, who ignored them each time.

The elderly man was already done sipping his tea, so he merely kept his eyes partially closed while waiting for the words that would soon be uttered.

"Before that, I have a few things to say." Rebal raised his hand, stopping Scylla before she could say any more.

Anyone would have taken offense at that, but the Lady didn't sweat it at all.

She merely shrugged and gestured for him to continue.

Rebal rose to his feet, his eyes forming a deep glare while a frown radiated all over his face.

"I would like to know why? Why would you all conspire this way and destabilize the balance of the Triumvirate, which we spent so long trying to establish?"

Rebal's voice contained nothing short of sincerity as he stared at those who used to be his allies despite being competitors.

"Over ten years ago, when the Dragons attacked and humanity banded together under one flag, our organization was formed." Rebal began, a deep sigh echoing from his lips.

"Those were chaotic times, and we thrived off that chaos. Even until recently, we have continued to remain pretty stable. We generate profit, and we turn the other eye from one another's business…"

His face turned even more sour.

"Which is why I do not understand why you would do this. If we just continued the way things were, you would continue to benefit greatly from your trade. You would keep racking up wealth that is more than enough for you and your families."

There was no need to go as far as destroy the very structure that was built a decade ago.

I expected at least you to get it." Rebal turned to Lord Noir,

the Verte House and the Blanc House, created the Obsidian Council. We started

House joined because of our influence, and even the Slave Union only came under the umbrella of the Triumvirate so they could utilize our connections, influence, and

at Scylla, who was busy playing with her beautiful hair

and violent bandits before we brought them under our wings and offered them a seat

burned Rebal's heart to see everyone conspiring against him and

the Mercenary Gang didn't sign off

Rebal's frown only deepened the more

why? Was it worth it? The money and resources, or the land you were offered… was it

end, what did it

The fact that they sought even more, enough to ruin the decade-long legacy of the Obsidian Council, made Rebal's

before all of

"You all disappoint me."

he returned to his seat and folded both arms while leaking out one final

she wanted to say anything in addition, but she shook

waste of time. There's nothing that needs

all

but those

out of the way, he could finally sit back

*******

decorum

had stiff joints since they hardly moved either. They simply waited for someone

Then—

her left. "Is there anything you'd like to give as

Lord Fitzgerald Noir. The old man twitched a little the moment she addressed him

he slightly shrugged and opened his slightly shut

fool needs to explain why they seize an opportunity that is presented to them on a silver platter." Lord Noir spoke in a calm