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.'

men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was

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

that was all they

have split us up into two or more groups from the

way, there would be enough people to surround the

with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could

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

heart and

soon be over anyway.' He

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door

He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think

we have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's

further compounded once he set eyes on the man

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

also had red irises that seemed to glow as

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

that…?'

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

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

'He's not alone…?'

a man Claudius knew, having met him once or

but what was he doing behind the

both appear from

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

found his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the details before him translated

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

why were

nervous,

in the first place, why

wasn't the plan at