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

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting

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

that was all

have split us up into two or more groups

there would be enough people to surround the mansion

dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could have

their own

heart and

be over anyway.' He told

Claudius heard the creaking sound of

He narrowed his eyes

Something was off, though.

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

have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like the denizens inside

eyes on the

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

also had red irises that seemed to glow as soon as he

trait of the stranger, however, was his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm

is that…?' Claudius

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

he noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

a man Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His name

wasn't strange to see Aldred here, but what was he

did they both appear from the main

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

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

have known what

were they

nervous, but

the first place,

the