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.'

was making him and his men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's hidden

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting

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

was all they

have split us up into two or more groups from the

would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone

standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes

his heart and

over anyway.' He told

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

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

Something was off, though.

that be the last place one would think of when it came to stealthily exiting

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will know that

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

had red hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to

to

stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face only added

that…?'

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

any further, he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for

strange to see Aldred here, but what was he doing behind

did they both appear from

other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise

ticking as he tried to figure out what all of

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

were they so

nervous, but

this the time where they surrender? No… in the first

wasn't the plan at