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

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He

was

have split us up into two or more groups from the start…

surround the mansion while the

be dissatisfied with not killing, they could

that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the

heart and decided to remain

soon be over anyway.'

could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking

He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

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

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

further compounded once he set eyes

hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black,

seemed to glow as soon as

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

that…?'

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

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

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker

here, but

appear from

of them aren't displaying surprise too,

as he tried to figure out

have known what would happen if they went

why were

looked nervous, but it wasn't

surrender? No… in the first

the plan