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

mask said

Then, the answer arrived.

the one who did so.

as Fenrir gave his reply, a strange chuckle suddenly began to

"Kukukuku…"

of those who were seated, and even those who were standing—waiting for

couldn't believe the amusement that was leaking from

also making small smiles and slight chuckles as

Why?

they were supposed to be begging

it because of the

really that

just… you said something quite

so funny?" Fenrir

found himself growing increasingly annoyed by the mere entourage that dared to

it

He wanted to know…

depths of my strength. Someone like you…?" The tone felt

Fenrir detested that.

responded, his gaze warning the man with the mask to cease

warning fell on blind

the arrogant one is you. Claiming to do the impossible merely due to the little strength you possess… is that not the very definition of

"Y-you…!"

taking in a deep breath as he kept

but he could also

opponent overestimate

won using that

work on me, though!'

to be the one that

the other

their stances on the situation obvious to

held the

It's nothing

prideful—enough to finally make Fenrir figure

"Buahahahahaha!"

of the Mercenary Gang, a shock to everyone within the

Well, almost everyone.

see… once you reach a certain level, you can tell how powerful a person is

bypass this instinctive sense is by

at the masked man and shook

your capabilities. You're not as strong as Anukus.