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.

he was able to capture the Dragons, but they reckoned now wasn't the

of conspiracy in order to further push their own plans, and now they were in too

were going

but only after we sign

considered, the man's words

condition he

one glance at her friends

things were

get the whole paperwork done so we can finally get to the juicy bits!"

this while, everything seemed to

of these

to get what we want. Once we no longer need them…

this cliche logic was what

could

had experienced with the Nobles of this world, and the lowlives they had to deal with to get to their current positions, this mentality

enough power and planning, they could

end, we're

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we've already won." Kat'erin grinned widely as she looked

fallen under the affliction of her [Dragon Voice]. Both the head of the Reaper Group, and the five Otherworlder Deserters, and even the incredibly attractive human Reta—though the latter was already under the Skill prior to

them were

they'll do whatever we tell them to do, right? So we can tell them to simply destroy

chopped Shai'ya on the head before the

head as she stared at Kat'erin with a slightly

was no need to

so they could be free and true to

these Otherworlders seem the least bit attractive, though. I would have expected them to have the same quality of appearance as Reta,

they will be useful

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

couldn't resist her sigh as she

conclude on anything, but the most likely thing that will happen is to encourage them to go on with

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

would be a tad

they're pretty much going to achieve something similar with their current plan, we just need to judge them a