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.'

was making 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 overthinking

the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to give

was

could have split us up into two or more groups

there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still be

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that

on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be

and decided to

over

Claudius heard the creaking sound of

He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

front door? Wouldn't that be the last place

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

once he set eyes

clinging to his body.

also had red irises that seemed to glow as

be sculpted by

is that…?'

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

movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to twitch

'He's not alone…?'

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

to see Aldred here, but

they both appear

Both of

found his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of

what would happen

were they

nervous, but it wasn't

in the first

wasn't the plan at