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

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was overreacting or

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

was

up into two or more groups from the

would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone

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

and decided

soon be over anyway.' He

his thoughts, Claudius heard

escape?!' He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

that be the last place one would think

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

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

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

that seemed to glow as soon as

the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the

that…?'

step out so casually, with both hands

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

but what was he doing

they both appear from

appears a little nervous, but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite

he tried to figure out what

known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left

were they so

indeed looked nervous,

first place, why would those fools let intruders out like

the plan at