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."

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spoke was a man in a dark purple

seemed like a priest, having a long staff on his hand, with bangles dangling

of some kind of creature was affixed on the top of the straight staff, and while most of his body was covered in the robe, his aged, pale skin partly showed from his hands and

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were involved in the

the

this particular robed man

they would have

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two women—though one could hardly be

woman and a

leader of their own attack squad by unanimous

the most suited to lead

Or

we need your

Fern Frierant—knew they were just trying

wanted to leave all the work to him so they could

'Tch! How annoying…'

the 'responsible' and 'wise' one because of his status as

just in

he looked like this was

any of his

was only thanks to all he had done that he was able to

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

in this world

Claudius Fern Frierant had

of ascending to higher

actions of his father and how

was to live

properly enjoy life, and enough money to

far, he seemed to have achieved all of

to do the dirty work of the Mercenary Gang—such as

die, and their blood will be

about it, Claudius didn't bother apologizing

That would be hypocritical.

to do what I have to do to

the nature

the Dragons came and burned down his Kingdom, turning