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.'

his men stand by and wait

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that

no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He

that was all they

could have split us up into two or

be enough people to surround the mansion

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

because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes

heart and decided to remain

soon be over anyway.'

he could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking

to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and

Something was off, though.

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

surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside

once he set eyes on the man who stepped out

with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt

had red irises that seemed to glow as soon as he

his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine,

that…?' Claudius

see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was

movement behind the red-haired man, causing

'He's not alone…?'

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

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

appear

a little nervous, but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying

he tried to figure out what

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what

why were

looked nervous, but

No… in the first place, why would those fools

the plan at