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.'

and his men stand by and wait for the completion

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility

us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind

was all

into two or

people to surround the mansion

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone

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

his heart and decided to remain

over anyway.' He

his thoughts, Claudius heard the

escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and

Something was off, though.

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

useless either way, but it's not like

confusion was further compounded once he set eyes on the man who stepped out

black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black, same as his

to glow

stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by

is that…?'

casually, with both hands

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

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but

both appear from the

appears a little nervous, but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers

tried to figure out what all of the

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

why were they so

nervous, but

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

the plan