An Extra’s POV

"Haa…"

Adrien exhaled deeply as he left the grand tent that hosted the meeting between the important figures of the Camp.

Upon getting out of the stifling place, he let the stale wind blow on his face, causing his dark hair to flutter gently while also inhaling the breeze with a small smile on his face. His eyes were closed for a second, but that didn't last long either.

He couldn't afford to enjoy the moment.

'Once again… my escort lurks behind me.' As his thoughts trailed, he glanced to the area behind him, where a certain pink-haired Dragon Commander stood still.

Her eyes watched him keenly, and while she had an official aura about her, the palpable tension between the both of them could not be ignored.

'Ever since I arrived here, she's been placed in charge of me. She watches my every action, especially the ones I make when I leave my tent.'

She was also very good at her job.

'I guess that's the perk of having an amazing bloodline and a powerful Skill to boot.' He grinned.

Of course, Adrien knew that he could evade her power if he wanted to. However, that would only be more suspicious and energy-consuming. 'Right now, there's no real suspicious aspect about me that can be brought to the light through her constant surveillance.'

The only reason her presence bothered him was because it was the symptom of a much bigger problem.

'The Dragons still don't trust me.'

This was an inevitable situation, and he was already prepared for this much. Still, he had committed to a lot in order to get much closer to their operations.

Still… it seemed they were yet to budge on the trust part.

'Well, trust or not, I'll get what I want from them. That's only a matter of time…' He began to walk towards his tent, with the Dragon Commander trailing right behind him.

The stale air brushed over his skin, and he found himself indulging in the exercise.

Even though he could get to the tent in a moment, Adrien decided to immerse himself in thoughts and enjoy his walk.

'Things have been working out well so far. My occasional calls with Justin keeps me informed on the current state of the Capital.'

The Capital was still under construction, though they were already making good progress with it. No real incidents had occurred as of yet, and things were relatively peaceful there.

The information was consistent with what he had learned from the Dragons during his stay here.

'Seems they aren't allowed to attack the Capital for a while. They've also reduced the intensity of their attacks on mankind… though that's only temporary.'

As for the other information he received from Justin, he had no real way of verifying.

Justin could never

Otherworlders being recognized is a pretty

current state of the Capital gave him some leverage in terms of information. His cautious self had to be aware of all the variables in order

then could he be confident in the success of his

this means I can focus on my deal with the Dragons

the Camp was destroyed, and the Dragons had quelled the last flames of resistance, his job was done. The colonization, slaughter, or whatever the Dragons planned on doing to the rest of the Elves, was none

don't particularly like about this entire arrangement, it's the limitation

didn't know why, but he couldn't make Undead Elves. He had tried several time, but

percent when it comes to

the whole thing frustrating would be an

I have an army of Undead Dragons and Monsters at my disposal already. That's more than

as an A-Tier threat, and he also

Leaking out misty breaths from both his nostrils and lips, he finally opened the door to his

Commander watching him as

'All in due time…'

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[Meanwhile…]

there are any new developments

out of Ater's lips as he held a certain black box in his hand—a Communication

Justin's voice respond to him with hints of subservience and respect.

know that. Also, I think there's some kind of political conspiracy going on at the moment. Things are so tense in the Royal Estate, with the Nobles

slowly as he heard

At our

suspect something big is about to

nothing. He looked straight ahead, his eyes focused on a door that stood right in front of him. He had somewhere to be and something

something big is about to happen? Haha…" He chuckled, his teeth displayed with his wide grin. "Why not just wait and

huh? Why not just tell me these stuffs. It's not like

was a long pause from Ater. He seemed to be

Don't you just love

"Well, I actually don—"

words, the latter ended the call very casually and made the black box disappear in a

traitor… what a rather interesting case this is.' Ater mused as he rose from his chair within

to go about handling this matter. It almost makes me confused about what path to take. Which will

and

save my thoughts on that for later. For now… ' Opening the door wide, his eyes caught the appearance of someone who was waiting for him while

focus on the matter at

him was Rebal Blanc, known as the Head of the Reaper Group. There wasn't a soul in the United Human Alliance who didn't know of him. That went double for those who had positions of

the most popular man at

was bowing before