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.'

stand by and wait for the

'It's annoying!'

the possibility that he was overreacting or

the Mansion so there would be no escape for the

that was

or more groups from

would be enough people to surround the mansion while

men who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could

their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion,

calmed his heart and decided

over anyway.'

Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door up

He

Something was off, though.

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

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

set eyes on

clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black, same as his

had red irises that seemed to glow as

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

that…?' Claudius

with both hands in his

he noticed movement behind the red-haired

'He's not alone…?'

a man Claudius knew, having met him once or

see Aldred here, but what

they both appear from the

but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise

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

House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and

why were they so

nervous,

where they surrender? No… in the first place, why would those fools let

the