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

'It's annoying!'

was well aware of the possibility that

surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He

that was all

split us up into two or more groups from the start…

people to surround the mansion while the

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that

standby because of their

his heart and decided to

soon be over anyway.' He told

Claudius heard

He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

of escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place

actions are useless either way, but it's not like

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

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

that seemed to glow as soon as he

most distinguishing trait of the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted

is that…?'

casually, with both hands

noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to twitch

'He's not alone…?'

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

to see Aldred here, but what was he

did they both appear from the main

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

he tried to figure out what all of the details before

Blanc House should have known what

why were they so

indeed looked nervous, but it

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

the plan at