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 hearing

was no concept of the Devil in the world of H'Trae, but if there was, then Ater seemed like the proper

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like we're all

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some kind of creature was affixed on the top of the straight staff, and while most of his body

the Nine Heads of Destruction, only seven were left, and of those seven, two

meant only five Heads were involved in the current

them—decided to go to the Black Market

was a basic strategy, one which this particular robed man had tried

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one could hardly be called one due to

woman and a

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most

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man—Claudius Fern Frierant—knew they were just trying

all the work to

'Tch! How annoying…'

was the 'responsible' and 'wise' one because of his status as an old

was just in his early

this was

any

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

last prince from the fallen Kingdom

mattered in this world

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to higher ranks, but I

of his father and how his

he wanted was to live a

to properly enjoy life, and enough money to

he seemed to

do the dirty work of the Mercenary Gang—such as on this particular

die, and their blood will be

felt bad about it, Claudius didn't bother apologizing

That would be hypocritical.

have to do to

was the nature of

and burned down his Kingdom, turning his world to ash,