An Extra’s POV

There was silence on both ends.

On one side were the Otherworlders known as deserters—the ones who abandoned the Royal Estate and the selfless cause to save humanity. Their true status was, naturally, not known to the public… but that didn't matter here.

Lyvia, Byron, Devin, Cayden, and their leader Felicia, all sat on a particularly large and comfortable sofa. The exquisite design of the furniture only reflected the extravagant state of the lounge they occupied. The carpets were made of only the best of materials, and the walls were adorned with only the most elegant designs.

The chandelier glowed with sheer beauty, and everything oozed luxury.

The Otherworlders seemed to be using all their strength to restrain themselves from reacting to the scenery around them. Even the Nobles didn't have lounges that was so well-designed and ozed a taste of perfection.

Before them was a table of pure glass—almost shining like diamonds—and on the other side of the table were the people the Otherworlders had to deal with.

The man who sat comfortably on the sofa was a stranger—one they hadn't seen before.

He had dark ebony skin, with white hair and crimson eyes. There was something exotic, nearly forbidden, about his countenance. Even though he had a smile on his face, malice seemed to seep out of the mask.

Standing behind him was Rebal Blanc, the purported leader of the Reaper Group.

Now that they had finally encountered the true mastermind behind the Reaper Group, and knew of the sinister plans they had under wraps, the Otherworlders knew the one who sat before them was the real deal.

There was a reason why he was the one seated and Rebal merely stood.

That wasn't all, though.

Kneeling at the man's feet were two exotic-looking women—naked and in chains. They looked filthy and absolutely disheveled. Their horns stood out from their dirty hair, and their tails slithered on the carpet. Their soft-looking bodies were sullied by dirt of some kind, and their necks were tightly cuffed with chokers that had chains linked to them. Like dogs, they were placed on leashes, and the one who had control over their chains was the seated man.

He was their Master, and they were absolutely submissive to him.

"We meet at long last, Otherworlders. Names are unnecessary, so I will skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point."

Each word the man spoke carried authority.

The Otherworlders, despite supposedly being much stronger than the humans of this world, found themselves increasingly wary of this man.

Perhaps it was how he spoke… the way he carried himself… it was reminiscent of one who had absolute power and confidence at his disposal.

It also didn't help that he had two Dragons on his leash.

her friends still found it a mystery as to how he was able to

further push their own plans, and now they were in too deep to have

were going take

that Rebal here has already given you the brief rundown on what we intend to do. I will go over things in greater detail, but only after we sign an arrangement of non-disclosure and non-interference. If, after hearing everything, you still refuse to

considered, the

he was imposing was even mild considering just how much leverage

glance at her friends and they all

far… things were

the same page, let's get the whole paperwork done so we can finally get to the juicy bits!" He exclaimed with such aggressive grace,

while, everything seemed to become a

everything that was happening, all of these deserters

to use this opportunity and make a deal with the Reaper Group to get what we want. Once we no longer need them… we'll turn

logic was what ran

could

the lowlives they had to deal with to get

planning, they could actually

end, we're going to

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widely as she looked at the dazed audience around her and

affliction of her [Dragon Voice]. Both the head of the Reaper Group, and the five Otherworlder Deserters, and even the incredibly attractive

were now Kat'erin's to

whatever we tell them to do, right? So we can tell them to simply destroy everyone and everything, right?

you idiot." Kat'erin chopped Shai'ya on the head before the latter could

her head as she stared at Kat'erin with a slightly betrayed look. Both of them soon burst out laughing,

was no need to hold back

was in a daze, so they could be

though. I would have expected them to have the same quality of appearance as Reta, but they're all ugly and filthy.

be useful

yeah! What's the plan again?" Shai'ya's airhead attitude surfaced as she cocked

her sigh as she

have to consult the Master before we conclude on anything, but the most likely thing that will happen is to encourage them to go

lay a single finger on the city itself, or even order the humans to do

would be

similar with their current plan, we just need to judge