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

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give excuses

that was

us up into two or more groups from the start…

enough people to surround the mansion while the

they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could have their

how is it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their

and decided to

over anyway.' He told

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking

to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

front door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it came to stealthily exiting a

have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not

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

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

irises that seemed to glow as soon as

most distinguishing trait of the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on his face only added

is that…?' Claudius

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

noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

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

see Aldred here, but what

did they both appear from

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

to figure out what all of

surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left their

why were

looked nervous,

where they surrender? No… in the first place, why

wasn't the