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.'

by and wait

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that

surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets

that was all they

up into two or more groups from the

surround

dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so

it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due to their

his heart and decided to

be over anyway.' He told

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

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

Something was off, though.

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

so their actions are useless either way,

compounded once he set eyes

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

seemed to glow as soon as

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

that…?'

just step out so casually, with both hands in

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

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

did they both appear from the main

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

brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the details

what would

were they so

looked nervous, but it wasn't

the time where they surrender? No… in the first

wasn't the plan at