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.'

his men stand by

'It's annoying!'

the possibility

for the targets in case they caught wind

that was all they

up into two or more

enough people to surround the mansion while

the men who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate

it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it

calmed his heart and decided to

soon be over anyway.'

heard

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

Something was off, though.

door? Wouldn't that be the last place one

either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will know that

set eyes on the man who stepped

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

had red irises that seemed to glow as

appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face

is that…?'

casually, with both hands in his pockets as

any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a

to see Aldred here, but what was he

both appear from the main

not the other one. Both of them aren't

brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of

here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went

why were

looked nervous, but it

where they surrender? No… in the first

wasn't the plan at