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.'

Jawl was making him and his men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was

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 all they

us up into two or more groups

be enough people to surround the

would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate

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

and decided

soon be over anyway.' He

heard the creaking

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

Something was off, though.

the front door? Wouldn't that be the

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

compounded once he set eyes on the man

suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black,

to glow as soon as he

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

is that…?' Claudius

out so casually, with both hands in his pockets

he noticed movement behind the

'He's not alone…?'

met him once or twice. His name was

to see Aldred here, but what was he doing

both appear from the

one. Both of them aren't

brain ticking as he tried to figure

not surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would

why were

looked nervous,

the first place, why would those fools

the plan