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.'

making him and his men stand by and wait for the

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or overthinking

Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried

that was all they

us up into two or more groups from the start…

enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at

of their own agenda? If anyone escapes

his heart and decided to remain

soon be over anyway.' He

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

one manage to escape?!' He narrowed his

Something was off, though.

of escaping through the front door? Wouldn't that be the last

this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's

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

ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his

seemed to glow

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

that…?'

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

he noticed movement behind

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the

Aldred here, but what was he doing

they both appear from the

one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers far

found his brain ticking as he tried to figure out

what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left their goods

were they

looked nervous, but it

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

the plan at