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.'

by and wait for the completion of Scylla's hidden

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their

was all they

us up into two or more

way, there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the

they could

that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda?

his heart and decided

over

his thoughts, Claudius heard

to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and

Something was off, though.

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

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way,

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

suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie

irises that seemed to glow as soon as

was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face

that…?' Claudius

just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he

any further, he noticed movement behind

'He's not alone…?'

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

here, but what

appear from

not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite

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

should have known what would

why were

nervous, but

No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders out

wasn't the plan at