An Extra’s POV

The carnage was wrought.

From the looks on the faces of the men who began to gather, one after another, they were yet to have their fill.

They desired more death.

However, for the moment, they had to abandon all of that and focus on the primary assignment that concerned them.

—The utter destruction of the Blanc House's legacy.

That meant killing and completely devastating the mansion that stood before them.

'This is it, huh?' Claudius stared at the massive building.

It was by far larger than his own home, but he personally didn't mind. He didn't need all of this room anyway.

… Not when he didn't have anyone to share it with.

"Would you like to scout inside first, or should we begin the task?" Claudius turned to look at Jawl as he appeared beside him.

"We'll take a look inside."

'As expected.' He smiled wryly.

Scylla might have given them another assignment that they weren't disclosing. It was also possible that they were after the wealth of the Blanc House and not willing to share the spoils with the Mercenary Gang.

Either way, it was none of his business.

"Alright. Please proceed. We will wait here for your return."

"Yeah. We'll be back soon."

Claudius watched as Jawl signaled about half of the men with him—all of them equally shrouded in dark attires—and they nodded back.

Afterward, they proceeded inside the mansion, like shadows dissipating into the darkness.

'If it was going to be like this, they should have done this earlier, while the slaughter was going on.'

his men stand by and wait for the completion of

'It's annoying!'

was well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or overthinking

probably needed us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind

was all they

two or more groups

would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still

with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so

to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due to

and

over

he could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a

escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it

are useless either way, but it's not like

eyes on the man

with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black,

to glow as

He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the

that…?'

was puzzling to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was going

he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley,

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but what was he doing behind

both appear from the

the other one. Both of them aren't

his brain ticking as he tried to figure

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they

were

indeed looked nervous, but it

No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders

wasn't the plan at