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.'

Jawl was making him and his men stand by and wait for the completion of Scylla's

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that

escape for the targets in case they caught

that was all

or more groups from the start… just as

would be enough people to surround the

could alternate roles

it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion,

heart and decided to

be over anyway.' He

he could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

escape?!' He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

door? Wouldn't that be the last place one would think of when it came to

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

set eyes

clinging to his

that seemed to

most 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

that…?'

casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was going out for

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

strange to see Aldred here, but

both appear from

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

as he tried to figure out what all of the details before him

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left their goods unattended

why were

indeed looked nervous, but it wasn't

surrender? No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders

the