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.'

was making him and his men stand by and

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility that he was

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

was all

split us up into two or

surround the mansion while the slaughter would still be

killing, they could

standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion,

and

over anyway.' He

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

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

Something was off, though.

the last place one would think of when it came to stealthily exiting

their actions are useless either way, but it's not like

was further compounded once he set eyes

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

that seemed to glow as soon as he

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

that…?'

with both

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

to see Aldred here, but

appear

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

he tried to figure out what all

should have known what

were

nervous, but

in the first place, why would those fools

wasn't the