An Extra’s POV

"So… the mission failed, huh?"

A group of about fifty men sat together in an isolated room. There were no windows, and no external source of light—save for a few candles.

The men were coated in the black, though the turbans they used to wrap their faces were now pulled down so their faces were shown.

This was Scylla's Recon Unit—though it was members short.

"Is that what you're mostly concerned about? Who the hell was that man? How could he kill Leader Jawl just like that?!"

Jawl was often compared to the Nine Heads of Destruction in strength, so when they first saw his corpse, none of the Recon Unit Members present believed their eyes.

However, after seeing how the other Heads of Destruction struggled against a single Undead made by the mysterious black suited man, they instantly realized how big of a threat the enemy was.

Once the other squad reunited with them, they planned their escape. And, when no eye was on them, they stealthily left the premises.

"Do you think they're all dead?" One of the Unit members asked.

"I think so."

"R-really? Even with Five Heads of Destruction leading the charge?"

For a moment, there was silence.

No one really knew how the fight had concluded, considering they left prematurely.

Still, none of them regretted their decision.

"At least we were able to secure the merchandise for Lady Scylla."

"It's in the other room, right?"

"Yes."

"Whew! I wouldn't want her to chew us out for failing to do that along with failing the rest of the mission."

"Haha… indeed!"

As they laughed among themselves, a creaking sound began to echo from the door.

"H-huh…?"

"I-is that…?"

room darted towards the only entrance and exit within the dark room.

continued, and the door slowly

heard, and a few now had their hands on the hilt of their

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

entered the

their faces melted into relief,

all, the man who just entered was the Deputy

as he stepped into the room, locked

leaked out silly smiles, though a few still

the call with Lady Scylla go? Was

most important question to all of the members of the Recon

within the Capital, they couldn't feel

to communicate with Scylla, since the walls of this particular room was made from dense Orichalcum—hence preventing any signal involving Mana to

that he had returned, they

strange, considering she always makes

appeared worried, and for good

sort of external intervention from Scylla, or at least some kind of order, they

monster within the Capital, it was easy to see why they

you think something happened on their end? Perhaps some kind of

going according to plan in the

we do

confusion as all the parties stared

what

a guilt-ridden and absolutely confused

only Jawl was here…' His thoughts trailed

have been able to lead

had to die to

like Master is pretty much done with

of a stranger echoed amidst the group of people who didn't instantly pick up the sound. Its amused tone had a strange sense

time the Recon Unit members realized what was going on, it

man, Ater, was sanding in

"H-how…?!"

a top-secret

he get

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"