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.'

stand by and wait for

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that

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

was

split us up into two or more

be enough people to surround the mansion while the

be dissatisfied with not killing, they could

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

calmed his heart and decided

be over anyway.'

could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the

He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

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

their actions are useless either way, but

set eyes on the man who stepped out of the

pure black suit clinging to his body. His

seemed to glow as soon as

face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine, and the calm smile on

is that…?' Claudius

casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he

movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to

'He's not alone…?'

Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His

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

both appear from

other one. Both of

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

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if

why were

looked nervous, but it wasn't

the first place, why would those fools let intruders

the plan at