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.'

Jawl was making him and his men stand by and

'It's annoying!'

was well aware of the possibility that he

surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind

that was all they

us up into two or more groups from

people to surround

men who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so

their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due to

and decided to

be over

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the

He

Something was off, though.

the last place

we have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way,

eyes on the man

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

to glow as soon as

his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face only added

that…?' Claudius

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

could think any further, he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

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

Aldred here, but what was he

both appear

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

tried to figure out what

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

why were

indeed looked nervous, but it wasn't

surrender? No… in the first place,

wasn't the plan at