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!'

was well aware of the possibility that he was

probably needed us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of

that was

or more

to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still

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

fair that we have to remain on standby because of their

and decided

over anyway.'

heard the creaking sound of a door up

one manage to escape?!' He

Something was off, though.

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

we have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will know that

set eyes on the

and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to

to glow as

to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face only

is that…?' Claudius

both hands in his pockets

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

here, but what was he

both appear

of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite

ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the

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

why were they so

indeed looked nervous,

this the time where they surrender? No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders

the plan at