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 of Scylla's

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was

us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give excuses like

was

us up into two or more groups from

be enough people to surround the mansion

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

standby because of their own agenda? If anyone

and decided to remain

over

Claudius heard the creaking sound

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

Something was off, though.

anyone think of escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of

useless either way, but it's not like the

confusion was further compounded once he set eyes on the

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

that seemed to glow as soon

be sculpted by the

that…?'

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

he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing

'He's not alone…?'

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

to see Aldred here, but what was he doing behind the handsome

appear from the main

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

to figure out what all of the details before him

surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left their goods unattended

why were they so

nervous, but it wasn't

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

wasn't the