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.

Rebal turned to Lord Noir,

with the Verte House and the Blanc House, created the Obsidian Council. We started this!" Rebal banged to table a

under the umbrella of the Triumvirate so they could utilize our connections, influence, and trade

Scylla, who was busy playing with her beautiful

Gang was a group of mere thugs and violent bandits

burned Rebal's heart to see everyone conspiring against him

attack each other's business, but since the Mercenary Gang didn't sign off on that—as a neutral party—you used them as the perfect weapons

so disgusting that Rebal's frown

The money and resources, or the land you were

end, what

The fact that they sought even more,

that he stood before all of

"You all disappoint me."

that, he returned to his seat and folded

wanted to say

time. There's nothing that needs to be said to the

was all

those words would have eaten him from the inside out

he could finally sit back and watch how things played

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unwelcome decorum followed

and it felt like they all had stiff joints since they hardly

Then—

things you've said." Scylla remarked, 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

response to her question, he slightly shrugged and opened his

why they seize an opportunity that is presented to them on a silver platter."