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.'

*****************

Tremors.

Dragon Lord Of The Forbidden Valley, was experiencing tremors throughout

her domain—possessing all the advantage that any Dragon would in their place of power—yet she felt helpless. The entity before her was a Dragon like herself, but the gap in abilities between them was enough

tried to speak, but

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

aged man echoed into the

present in the way he spoke to Frey'ja. But, there was

It was silent rage.

Emperor, Frey'ja. It is to my understanding that they were in the Capital per your

there! I warned them!' Frey'ja wanted to scream out, but she didn't dare speak now—interrupting the Great Old Dragon

co-conspirators: Tat'urious, Pro'theus, and Vul'khan. I already paid them a visit and

shriek the

They are all dead… all thanks to your indiscretion." As he said this, the Great

than a frightened child in

could blame her? If the co-conspirators were killed without mercy, what was to befall the one who brought them all

my fate

can not follow simple orders. You are better off

Frey'ja fell to her knees and pressed her forehead against the ground, desperate to live. "H-have mercy! P-please…

interested in any explanation or excuse. The others must have also tried

Yet… YET…!

I have in the past! I swear it! Please give me another chance!" Frey'ja already knew she couldn't

ancient as the Dragon