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 for the completion of

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was overreacting

escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give

that was all

two or more groups from the start… just

would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still be

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

it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If

and

over

he could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

that be the last

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

eyes on the man who stepped out of the

suit clinging to his body. His shirt

that seemed to glow as soon as he

trait of the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and

is that…?'

to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets

noticed movement behind

'He's not alone…?'

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

to see Aldred here, but what was

did they both appear

one. Both of them aren't displaying

as he tried to figure out what all of

have known what would

were

indeed looked nervous,

they surrender? No… in the first place, why would those fools let

the