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.

at least you to get it." Rebal turned to Lord Noir, who silently listened

House and the Blanc House, created the Obsidian Council. We started this!" Rebal banged to table a little, his gritted teeth displaying

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

at Scylla, who was busy

was a group of mere thugs and violent bandits before we brought them under our wings and offered them a seat

Rebal's heart to see everyone conspiring against him and

other's business, but since the Mercenary Gang didn't sign off on that—as

was all so disgusting that Rebal's frown only deepened

why? Was it worth it? The money and resources, or the

what

even more, enough to ruin the decade-long legacy of the

stood before all of them, he could properly articulate his

"You all disappoint me."

Rebal said that, he returned to his seat and

to Kara, he asked if she wanted to say anything

that needs to be said to the likes of

was all she responded

his actions, but those words would have eaten him

was all out of the way, he could finally sit back

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decorum followed Rebal's

hardly moved either. They simply waited for someone to address what had

Then—

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

man she addressed as such was none other than Lord Fitzgerald Noir. The old man twitched a little the moment

question, he slightly shrugged and opened his slightly

an opportunity that is presented to them on a silver platter." Lord Noir spoke in a