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.'

him and his men stand by

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was 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

that was

up into two or more groups from the start… just

way, there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

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

of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the Mansion, wouldn't it be due to their

and decided

soon be over anyway.'

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the

to escape?!' He narrowed

Something was off, though.

that be the last place one would think

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

eyes on the man who stepped

clinging to his body. His shirt

red irises that seemed to glow as soon

extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm

is that…?'

was puzzling to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands

movement

'He's not alone…?'

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

but what was he doing behind

did they both appear from the

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

as he tried to figure out what all

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

were they so

indeed looked nervous,

first place, why would those fools let intruders

wasn't the