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 and wait for

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that he

for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give excuses

was all

have split us up into two or more

enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still

not killing, they could

their

and decided

soon be over anyway.' He

heard

He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it came

we have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like the

he set eyes on the man who stepped out of

red hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt

red irises that seemed to glow as soon as

to be sculpted by the divine, and

that…?' Claudius

was puzzling to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his

could think any further, he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

him once or twice. His name was Aldred

here, but what was he

appear from the

but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise

as he tried to figure out what all of the details

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

were they

looked nervous, but it

where they surrender? No… in the first place,

wasn't the plan