An Extra’s POV

Nine hundred and ninety Warriors and Mages were on standby.

The Mercenary Gang Leader, along with two of his Deadly Three also watched from their respective positions.

The Duo of Death, the Scrorpion Tail, the Piper of Calamity—all members of the Mercenary Gang who guarded their clients, were also waiting.

Then, Lord Noir's other guard—Captain of the Noir militia—stood beside his Lord and felt the increasing tension in the room.

Last but not least, the masked figure behind Scylla also spectated.

A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine foes were within the hall, all of them anticipating the move of the trapped four.

Of course, they knew it was all useless.

Still, they desired to be amazed. These people had gone through all the trouble to set up such an elaborate scheme, after all.

They desired to be compensated well.

"It seems you have nothing to say. Then—"

"Hold on. I have something to ask them." Fenrir was clearly grinning as he interrupted Scylla and placed his full attention on the prey.

"I want to know who among you killed Anukus."

For a moment, there was silence.

"The Dragon attacked Phobio in the East. Ogun was killed by someone in the North. Anukus in the SouthWest. Fernand was attacked by a Reaper in the Northwest…" Fenrir began, analyzing how each of his Executives lost in their respective battles.

Phobio and Fernand had survived, but it was unfortunate that the Mercenary Gang lost two of its Executives.

"Ogun could have lost to anyone with a higher Level, or even certain Enchanted Items. So, I can understand his demise." Fenrir narrowed his eyes, showing just how serious he was about the whole thing.

"But Anukus was different. He wasn't some pushover who would lose that easily. So, I ask again…"

Veins appeared all over Fenrir's face as his menacing tone burst forth from his lips.

"… Who among you killed Anukus?"

Not long after he asked this question, a response was given in the form of a question.

"What do you plan on doing with that information?"

"Hm?!"

The one who asked this was the man in the mask and hood. His voice was deep, carrying nothing short of confidence despite the clearly disadvantageous position he was in.

How amusing. Replying to my question with another

the dark mask said nothing. He merely waited

Then, the answer arrived.

one who did so. I want

his reply, a strange chuckle

"Kukukuku…"

the faces of those who were seated, and even those who were

amusement that was leaking from within the laughing man's black

that Rebal and Kara were also making small

Why?

the moment when they were supposed to be begging for their lives,

it because of the

he really that

It's just… you

what did I say that was so funny?" Fenrir asked,

mere

he stomached it all due to

He wanted to know…

strength. Someone

Fenrir detested that.

his gaze warning the man with the mask to cease

fell

the impossible merely due to the little strength you possess… is that not the very definition

"Y-you…!"

deep breath as he kept

connotes great strength, but he could also very well be

make your opponent overestimate your capabilities, hence hesitating at crucial

won using that

won't work on me, though!'

be the one that

of the other members

their stances

held

indeed killed him. It's nothing

prideful—enough to finally

"Buahahahahaha!"

the Mercenary Gang, a shock to everyone within the

Well, almost everyone.

reach a certain level, you can tell how powerful a person is by sensing their abilities through

this status. The only way to bypass this instinctive sense is

looked at the masked

as strong as Anukus. You're definitely