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.'

him and his men stand by and wait for

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that

no escape for the targets in case

that was

split us up into two or more groups from

surround the

the men who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could have their

fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone

calmed his heart and decided to remain

be over anyway.' He told

thoughts, Claudius heard the

to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

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

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but

further compounded once he set eyes on

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

seemed to glow as soon as

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

is that…?' Claudius

someone just step out so casually, with both hands in

could think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man,

'He's not alone…?'

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

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but what

did they both appear from

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

ticking as he tried to figure out what all of

House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark

were they so

nervous, but

time where they surrender? No… in the first

wasn't the plan