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 the

'It's annoying!'

the possibility

escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He

was all

two or more groups from the start… just

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

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

to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from

heart and

soon be over anyway.' He told

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door up

Did one manage to escape?!' He narrowed

Something was off, though.

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

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way,

was further compounded once he set eyes on the

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

seemed to glow as soon as he stepped

his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted

is that…?' Claudius

with both hands in his pockets as if he was going out

movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to twitch

'He's not alone…?'

was a man Claudius knew, having met him once or twice.

but what was he doing behind

both appear from the main

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

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

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

were they so

nervous, but it wasn't

the time where they surrender? No… in the first place, why would

the