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.'

stand by and

'It's annoying!'

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

there would be no escape for the targets

was all they

split us up into two or more groups from the start… just

way, there would be enough people to surround the mansion while the

would be dissatisfied with not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that everyone could

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

calmed his heart and decided

soon be over anyway.' He

Claudius heard

manage to escape?!' He narrowed his eyes and clicked

Something was off, though.

front door? Wouldn't that be the

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

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

to his body. His shirt and tie were

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

his extremely handsome face. He appeared to be sculpted by the divine,

that…?'

someone just step out so casually, with both

further, he noticed movement behind the red-haired

'He's not alone…?'

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

but what was he doing

both appear

little nervous, but not the other one. Both of

he tried to figure out

Blanc House should have known what would happen if they went to

why were they

nervous, but it wasn't

the first place, why would those fools let

the