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

'It's annoying!'

possibility that he was overreacting

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

that was all they

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

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

not killing, they could alternate roles at intervals so that

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

and decided

be over anyway.'

thoughts, Claudius heard the creaking sound of a door

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

Something was off, though.

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

way, but it's not

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

suit clinging to

that seemed to glow as soon as

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

is that…?'

casually, with both hands in his pockets as if he

noticed movement

'He's not alone…?'

him was a man Claudius knew, having met him once or twice. His name

but what was he doing behind

appear

nervous, but not the other one. Both of them aren't displaying surprise too, despite our numbers far exceeding

ticking as he tried to figure

House should have known what would happen if they went to the Dark Gathering and left

why were they

looked nervous, but it

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

the