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 and wait for

'It's annoying!'

of the possibility that he was overreacting or

probably needed us to surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught

was all they

split us up into two or more groups from

people to surround the mansion while the slaughter

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate

that we have to remain on standby because of their own

and decided to remain

be over anyway.' He told

heard

manage to escape?!' He

Something was off, though.

door? Wouldn't that be the last place one

have this place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's

set eyes on

suit clinging to

red irises that seemed to glow as soon

to be sculpted by the divine, and

that…?'

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

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

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

both appear from the

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

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

what would happen if they went to the

were

indeed looked nervous, but

No… in the first place, why would those fools let intruders out like

wasn't the