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 for

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried

was all

could have split us up into two or more groups from the start… just as I

people to surround the mansion while the

could alternate roles at intervals so

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

his heart and decided

over anyway.' He told

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a

to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked his

Something was off, though.

that be the last place one would think of when

useless either way, but it's not like

was further compounded once he set eyes on the

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

had red irises that seemed to glow

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

that…?' Claudius

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

further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired

'He's not alone…?'

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

Aldred here, but what was he doing

did they both appear

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

his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all

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

why were they so

indeed looked nervous, but it wasn't

surrender? No… in the first

wasn't the plan