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.'

men stand by and wait for the completion of

'It's annoying!'

Claudius was well aware of the possibility that he was

escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their actions…'

was all

could have split us up into two or more groups

enough people to surround the mansion while the slaughter would still be

killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could have their

is it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If anyone escapes from the

heart and decided

be over anyway.' He told

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a

Did one manage to escape?!' He

Something was off, though.

door? Wouldn't that be the

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

compounded once he set eyes on the man

with a pure black suit clinging to his body.

seemed to

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

that…?' Claudius

both hands in

could think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing

'He's not alone…?'

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

Aldred here, but what was he doing behind

did they both appear

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

found his brain ticking as he tried to figure

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

why were

indeed looked nervous, but it

surrender? No… in the first place, why would

the plan at