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!'

was well aware of the possibility that he was overreacting or overthinking

no escape for the targets in case they

that was

two or more groups from the start… just as I

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

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

standby because of their

heart and decided to remain

soon be over anyway.' He told

conclude his thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of

one manage to escape?!' He

Something was off, though.

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

place surrounded, so their actions are useless either way, but it's not like

was further compounded once he set eyes

skin, with a pure black suit clinging to his body. His

seemed to glow as soon as

extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted

that…?'

casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he was going

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

'He's not alone…?'

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

here, but what was he doing

appear from the main

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

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

not surprised to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to

were they so

nervous, but it wasn't

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

wasn't the plan