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.'

stand by and wait for

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility

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

was all

up into two or

to surround the

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone

of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due

calmed his heart and decided to remain

be over anyway.' He told

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard

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

Something was off, though.

that be the last place one would think of when it

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

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

suit clinging to

also had red irises that seemed to glow as soon

be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on

is that…?' Claudius

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

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 Aldred Winsley,

here, but what was he doing behind the

appear from

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

his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of

clearly not surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they

why were they so

indeed looked nervous, but it

this the time where they surrender? No… in the first place, why would those

the plan