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 Scylla's hidden

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that

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

that was

split us up into two or more groups

would be enough people to surround the mansion

be dissatisfied with not killing, they could

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

calmed his heart and decided

soon be over

heard the creaking sound of a door

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

Something was off, though.

the last place one would think of when

either way, but it's not like the denizens inside

confusion was further compounded once he set eyes

clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally

to glow as soon

distinguishing trait of 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 to that

is that…?'

step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he

could think any further, he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

a man Claudius knew, having met him once or

Aldred here, but what was he doing behind the handsome

appear from

Both of them aren't

as he tried to figure out what

what would happen if they

why were

nervous,

this the time where they surrender? No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders

the plan at