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

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

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

that was all they

us up into two or more

be enough people to surround

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that

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

calmed his heart and decided to

be over anyway.' He

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard

to escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

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

actions are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will know

set eyes

pure black suit clinging to

to glow as soon as

was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the

is that…?'

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

think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

man Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His

but what was he doing behind

both appear from the

but not the other one. Both of them

his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what

clearly not surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark

why were they so

looked nervous,

the time where they surrender? No… in the first place,

the plan at