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

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or

Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they

was

split us up into two or more groups from the

to surround the mansion while the slaughter would

could

because of their

and

soon be over

his thoughts, Claudius heard

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

Something was off, though.

Wouldn't that be the

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

he set eyes on the man who stepped out of the

a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and

red irises that seemed to glow as soon as

be sculpted by the

is that…?'

both hands in his pockets as if

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

but what was

did they both appear from the

little nervous, but not the other one. Both of

tried to figure out

should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left their

were they

nervous, but

first

wasn't the plan