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.'

and his men stand by and wait for the completion

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was

be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…'

that was all they

into two or more groups from the start… just as I

surround the mansion while

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone

on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the

and

be over

Claudius heard the creaking sound of

manage to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked his

Something was off, though.

the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way,

further compounded once he set eyes on the man who stepped out of the

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

also had red irises that seemed to glow as

to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face only added to

is that…?'

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

Claudius could think any further, he noticed movement behind

'He's not alone…?'

Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a

strange to see Aldred here, but what was he doing

they both appear from

other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers

ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the details before him

known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering

why were

nervous, but it

in the first place, why

wasn't the