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."

after

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of untold

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most of his

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the Black Market with their allocation of soldiers while

which this particular robed man had

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could hardly be called one due

and a

leader of their own attack squad by unanimous vote, with the both of

you're the most

Or

we need your

they were just trying to butter

actuality, they just wanted to leave all the work

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and 'wise' one because of his status as an

just in

looked like this was because of an overuse of

didn't regret any of his actions,

had done that he was able to

one cares about the last prince from the fallen Kingdom that was destroyed by the

mattered in this world

Claudius Fern Frierant

of ascending to higher ranks, but

from watching the actions of his father and how his Kingdom fell

he wanted was

and water to properly enjoy life, and enough money

seemed to have achieved all

paid for it was the need to do the dirty work of the Mercenary Gang—such as on this

will die, and their blood will be on my

he felt bad about it, Claudius didn't bother

That would be hypocritical.

do what I have to do to get what I

the nature

Kingdom, turning his world to ash, he had an