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

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility

the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…' He tried to

that was all

or more groups from the start… just as I

would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

could alternate roles

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

and

soon be over anyway.' He told

heard the

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

Something was off, though.

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

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not

was further compounded once he set eyes

with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His shirt and tie were equally black, same

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

to be sculpted by the divine, and

is that…?'

step out so casually, with both hands in his

movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

once or

to see Aldred here, but what was he doing

did they both appear from the main

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

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

surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what

were

nervous, but it

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

the