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. Some even reached for their weapons

creaking continued, and the door

a few now had their

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered the

him, their faces melted into relief, with nearly everyone exhaling and relaxing

all, the man who just entered was the Deputy

He asked with puzzlement as he stepped into the room, locked the door, and

though a few still

call with

of the members

couldn't feel safe until their Boss and Master

Deputy Leader had stepped out so he could use the Communication Device with him to communicate with Scylla, since the walls of this particular room was made from dense Orichalcum—hence preventing any signal involving Mana

that he had returned, they awaited

wasn't answering. It's strange, considering she always makes

appeared worried, and for

at least some

Capital, it was easy to see why they

happened on their end? Perhaps

aren't going according to

should we

confusion as all the parties stared at each

what

the Deputy Leader had a guilt-ridden and absolutely confused expression on his

here…' His thoughts

been able to

to

like Master is pretty much done with things on his

amidst the group of people who didn't instantly pick up the sound. Its amused tone had a strange sense of familiarity, but there was no doubt about how detached it

realized what was

dark suited man, Ater, was sanding in

"H-how…?!"

is a

he get

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"