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 the completion

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was overreacting or

no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of

that was all

or more groups from

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

could

it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone

and decided

soon be over anyway.' He told

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

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

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

eyes on the man who

suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie

seemed to glow as soon as

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

is that…?'

both hands in his pockets as if

could think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man,

'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

Aldred here, but what was he doing

did they both appear from the main

but not the other one. Both of

to figure out what

what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering

were they so

indeed looked nervous, but

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

the plan