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.'

was making him and his men stand by and wait for the

'It's annoying!'

well aware of the possibility that

surround the Mansion so there would be no escape for the targets in case they caught wind of their

was all they

or more groups from

to surround the

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

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

and

be over

thoughts, Claudius heard

one manage to escape?!' He

Something was off, though.

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

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

confusion was further compounded once he set eyes on the

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

had red irises that seemed to glow as soon as he

He appeared to be sculpted

that…?'

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

Claudius could think any further, he noticed movement behind the

'He's not alone…?'

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

but what was he

appear from

little nervous, but not the other one. Both of them

ticking as he tried to figure out what

to see them here. The Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering

were

indeed looked nervous,

the first place, why would those fools let intruders out

the plan