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.'

Jawl was making him and his men stand by and wait

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was

the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried

that was all

into two or more

surround the mansion while the

with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so

to remain on standby because of their own

heart and decided to remain

soon be over anyway.' He

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door up

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

Something was off, though.

door? Wouldn't that be the last

this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's

was further compounded once he set eyes on

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

that seemed to glow as soon as

He appeared to be sculpted

is that…?'

was puzzling to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was going out for a

movement

'He's not alone…?'

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

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but what was

they both appear

Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers far exceeding

tried to figure out what

them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering

why were

looked nervous, but

first place, why would those fools let

wasn't the