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

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was overreacting or

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

two or more groups from the

there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the

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

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

heart and

soon be over anyway.'

Claudius heard

Did one manage to escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

Wouldn't that be the last

way, but it's not like the denizens

once he set eyes on

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

seemed to

was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the

is that…?'

with both hands in his

movement behind the red-haired man, causing

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the KariBlanc

but what was he

did they both appear from the main

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

as he tried to figure out what all of the details before

here. The Blanc House should have known what

were

indeed looked nervous, but it

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

wasn't the plan