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.'

stand by and wait

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or overthinking

would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give excuses like

was all they

two or more

people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate

have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due to their

heart and decided to

soon be over anyway.' He told

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

one manage to escape?!' He narrowed

Something was off, though.

escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it came to stealthily exiting

are useless either way, but it's

was further compounded once he set eyes on the man

suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie

irises that seemed to

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

that…?'

just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if

any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

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

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but what was he doing behind the handsome

both appear from the

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

to figure out

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

were they

indeed looked nervous,

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

the plan