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.'

men stand by and wait for

'It's annoying!'

the possibility that he was

be no escape for the targets in case they caught

that was all they

or more groups

people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would

dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could

how is it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes

his heart and decided to remain

over anyway.'

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound

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

Something was off, though.

be the last place one

so their actions are useless either way,

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

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

to

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

that…?'

just step out so casually, with both

think any further, he noticed movement behind

'He's not alone…?'

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

here, but what

they both appear from

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

brain ticking as he tried to figure out

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

why were they

nervous,

first place, why would those fools let intruders out

the plan at