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.'

him and his men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's hidden

'It's annoying!'

aware of the possibility

for the targets in case they caught wind of their

was all

into two or

way, there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still be

they could alternate roles at intervals so that

remain on standby because of their

his heart and decided to remain

be over anyway.'

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking

escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked his

Something was off, though.

the last place one would think of when it came to

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

further compounded once he set eyes on

had red hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and

to

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

that…?' Claudius

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

Claudius could think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to twitch

'He's not alone…?'

Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the

see Aldred here, but what was he doing

they both appear from the main

Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers far exceeding

figure out what

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

were they

nervous,

the first place, why

the