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

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was overreacting

there would be no escape for the targets in case they

was all they

two or more

would be enough people to surround the mansion while

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

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

heart and

be over anyway.' He

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

Did one manage to 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 stealthily exiting

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

was further compounded once he set eyes on the man who

had red hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black,

seemed to glow as

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

is that…?' Claudius

both hands in his pockets as if he was going out

think any further, he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

once or twice.

but what was he

appear from

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

his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the details before

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if

were they so

indeed looked nervous,

surrender? No… in the first place, why

wasn't the plan at