An Extra’s POV

In the end, all went according to Ater's grand scheme.

The Nobles, Deserters, and Dragons were all eliminated on the same day—each taken off the board in a rather spectacular, yet natural way. As long as the narrative that was spun remained effective, there would be no problem.

The Nobles were killed by the Deserters, hence getting rid of them and the annoying authority that they wielded in the Alliance. The economic and social impact their demise was going to cause made the Royal Council silently celebrate. The dissolution of their estate, the confiscation of their assets, as well as the massive creation of spaces in the South, would allow for a greater quality of life and less cost for those who lived there.

There would also be less resistance to the governance of the Royal Council.

As for the Deserters, since they were wild cards running around—with no allegiance to the betterment of humanity—they were more beneficial being dead. Since they were used as the scapegoats of the Nobles, it only made sense that their deaths would be seen as deserving.

Yes, the Otherworlders who were their classmates would feel uncomfortable if they were to be executed, but if they died as a natural consequence of their actions, then their demise would be more justified.

As for the Dragons, their elimination was inevitable, but Ater simply had to make the most of their involvement with the Capital.

After understanding the purpose of their arrival, and the rules that they had to abide with, it was easy to orchestrate a scenario where the loss suffered by the Dragons would be far greater than simply killing them.

It would also serve to help him better understand certain things he was lacking in.

Needless to say… it was a great success.

'And now…' Ater thought to himself as he remained in the darkness. '... To prepare for the epilogue to this game.'

The last thing he hoped to achieve with his involvement was underway.

'Ahh… I can't wait.'

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Tremors.

Of The Forbidden Valley, was experiencing tremors throughout her body as she stood before a certain

of power—yet she felt helpless. The entity before her

speak, but words wouldn't come

shook as her eyes were fixed down, unable to look at the being's

man echoed into the air,

Great Old Dragon Lord usually had a calm, collected voice, and that was still present in the way he spoke to

It was silent rage.

is to my understanding

them!' Frey'ja wanted to scream out, but she didn't dare speak

Tat'urious, Pro'theus, and Vul'khan. I already paid them

to swallow her shriek the moment

your indiscretion." As he said this, the Great Old Dragon took a step

seemed to be nothing more than a

brought them all together? Frey'ja had a single thought etched in her mind as the Great Old Dragon drew even

my

not follow simple orders. You

Frey'ja fell to her knees and pressed her forehead against

was not interested in any explanation or excuse. The others must have also tried to plead their case, but he eliminated them anyway. Even pleading for her life was useless at this

Yet… YET…!

diligently than I have in the past! I swear it! Please give me another

ancient—almost as ancient as the Dragon Emperor