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.'

his men stand by and wait for the completion

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was overreacting

probably needed us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets

that was

could have split us up into two or more groups from

be enough people to surround the mansion while

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

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

his heart and decided to

over anyway.' He told

his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking

He

Something was off, though.

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

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

further compounded once he set eyes on the

red hair and ebony skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his

also had red irises that seemed to glow as soon

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

that…?'

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

Claudius could think any further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him to twitch

'He's not alone…?'

having met him once or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the

Aldred here, but

appear from the

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

found his brain ticking as he tried to figure out what all of the

The Blanc House should have known what would happen if

were they so

looked nervous, but it wasn't

first place, why

wasn't the plan