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.

amusing. Replying to my question with

mask said

Then, the answer arrived.

one who did so. I want to test the depth

soon as Fenrir gave his reply, a strange

"Kukukuku…"

the faces of those who were seated, and

the amusement that was leaking from within the

Kara were also making small smiles and slight chuckles as

Why?

were supposed to be begging

the man in

he really

laughter. It's just… you said

I say that was so funny?" Fenrir asked, his

increasingly annoyed by the mere

stomached it all due

He wanted to know…

strength. Someone like you…?" The tone felt condescending and

Fenrir detested that.

gaze warning the man with the mask to

his warning fell

due to the little strength you possess… is that

"Y-you…!"

himself, taking in a deep breath as he kept observing the man

way he speaks connotes great strength, but he could also very

an effective tool to make your opponent overestimate your

won using that

work on me,

to be the one that killed Anukus. Is that

of the

their stances on the situation obvious to

held the

killed him. It's

prideful—enough to finally make

"Buahahahahaha!"

the Mercenary

Well, almost everyone.

you reach a certain level, you can tell how powerful a

only way to bypass this instinctive sense is by

Mercenary Gang Chief looked at the masked

your capabilities. You're not as strong