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 the

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that

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

was

us up into two or more groups from the start… just

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

could

remain on standby because of their own agenda?

and decided to remain

be over anyway.' He

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

to escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it came

actions are useless either way, but it's

compounded once he set eyes on the man who

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

irises that seemed to glow as

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

that…?' Claudius

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

could think any further, he noticed movement behind the

'He's not alone…?'

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

Aldred here, but what was he doing behind

appear

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

tried to figure out what all of the

them here. The Blanc House should have known what

why were they so

nervous, but

No… in the first place, why

the