An Extra’s POV

"Will you be alright by yourself? Is there any way I can assist?"

Asher wasn't asking these questions because he doubted the abilities of the man before him.

Rather, it was just a sign of courtesy. As someone who was placed in charge of the Mansion and the Blanc resources in the absence of his father, Asher had to act the part.

He had to represent his father well and show as much hospitality and goodwill to their guest.

"Hm. I think I'll be fine on my own." Ater smiled with a gleam in his eyes.

Asher gulped and nodded, instantly believing it.

The way the man's all-black black suit completely complemented the rest of his clothing already gave the impression that he could handle himself.

Ater's red hair flowed like blood, and his red eyes seemed much darker and deadlier than Ralyks'. Despite all of these qualities, however, he had a bright smile on his handsome face.

He was too good-looking, having a form of roguish charm that made him irresistible. Yet, Asher felt like if he got too close, he would be swatted like an insect and meet his end.

These mixed signals caused the man to keep his distance while speaking to Ater.

"Now that I think of it, though, it would be nice to have a spectator." Ater narrowed his gaze on the trembling one.

"What do you think?"

Something within Asher told him to reject the subtle invitation, but he also knew he couldn't run away from his responsibility as the host.

He was meant to help out as much as he could.

"I-I would gladly spectate your battle!" Asher realized how lame his declaration was as soon as he said it, but he stuck to it anyway.

"Oh? You're volunteering yourself? That's so nice of you."

'Eh? He didn't mean me?'

The confusion on Asher's face was filled with shock when Ater suddenly appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

A devilish smile played on his face, causing Asher to shudder.

He was beginning to have doubts about his response, and an inner voice screamed at him to back away.

But wasn't it too late?

He had already given his word.

"Don't worry, you won't be in any danger. Thank you for offering yourself." Ater tapped his shoulder and gave a softer, well-meaning smile.

"I accept your offer."

gulped after

no concept of the Devil in the world of H'Trae, but if there

of untold

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like

a man

a long staff on his hand, with bangles dangling from the top of

and while most of his body was covered in

of Destruction, only seven were left, and of those seven, two were in the

five Heads were involved in

Phobio—the strongest of them—decided to go to the Black Market with their allocation of soldiers while the rest stormed

strategy, one which this particular robed man had tried

have none

too cautious.' The man thought to himself,

one could hardly be

they were a woman and a girl would be

leader of their own attack squad by unanimous vote, with

most suited to lead

Or

need your

Frierant—knew they were

to leave all the work to him

'Tch! How annoying…'

he was the 'responsible' and 'wise' one because of his status as an old man, but he really

in his early

was

regret any of his

had done that he was able to come

last prince from the fallen Kingdom

in this world

Frierant had gotten said

higher ranks, but

watching the actions of his father and how his

he wanted was to live

enjoy life,

to have achieved all

paid for it was the need to do the

die, and their blood will

though he felt bad about it,

That would be hypocritical.

have to do to get what

nature of this

burned down his Kingdom, turning his world to ash,