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!'

of the possibility that

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

was

into two or more groups from the start… just as

way, there would be enough people to surround the

who would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at

how is it fair that we have to remain on standby because of their own agenda? If

his heart and decided to remain

be over

could conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the

Did one manage to escape?!' He narrowed

Something was off, though.

the last place one would think of when

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

was further compounded once he set eyes on the man who stepped out of

black suit clinging to his

had red irises that seemed to glow as soon as he stepped

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

that…?'

was puzzling to see someone just step out so casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was going out for a

further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired man, causing him

'He's not alone…?'

or twice. His name was Aldred Winsley, a broker for the

Aldred here, but what was he doing behind the handsome

appear from

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

he tried to figure out what all of

them here. The Blanc House should have known what

why were

indeed looked nervous, but it wasn't

first place,

wasn't the