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.'

by and wait

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was overreacting or overthinking

be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of

that was all

into two or more

people to surround the mansion while the

with not killing, they could

of their own

heart and

be over anyway.' He told

heard the creaking

He narrowed his eyes and

Something was off, though.

Wouldn't that be the last place one would

are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will

eyes on the

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

seemed to glow as soon as he stepped

most distinguishing trait of the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm

that…?'

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

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

see Aldred here, but what was he doing behind

appear from

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

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

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

why were they

indeed looked nervous,

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

wasn't the plan at