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.'

Jawl was making him and his men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's

'It's annoying!'

was well aware of the possibility that he

would be no escape for the targets in case they caught

that was all they

or more groups from the start… just

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

with not killing, they could alternate

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

heart and decided to

be over anyway.' He told

he could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the

escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

would anyone think of escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last

either way, but it's not like the denizens inside will

confusion was further compounded once he set eyes on the man who

clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were

red irises that seemed to glow as soon as he

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

that…?' Claudius

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

any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

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

see Aldred here, but what

they both appear from

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

figure out what all of the details

here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if

why were they

nervous, but it wasn't

the first place, why would those fools let intruders

the plan