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.'

making him and his men stand by and wait for

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was overreacting or

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

that was all they

could have split us up into two or more

to surround the mansion while the slaughter would

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could have

standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be

calmed his heart and decided to remain

be over

could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door

manage to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

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

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

eyes on the man who stepped out of

clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black, same as his

also had red irises that seemed to glow as soon as

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

is that…?' Claudius

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

further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired

'He's not alone…?'

him was a man Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the KariBlanc

Aldred here, but what was

they both appear from

Both of them

he tried to figure out what

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

were they

nervous, but it

in the first place, why would those fools let intruders out

wasn't the