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.

Dragon Lord Of The Forbidden Valley, was experiencing

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 to make her

but

as her eyes were fixed down, unable to look

Emperor is not pleased…" The voice of the aged man echoed into the air, causing her

still present in the way he spoke to Frey'ja.

It was silent rage.

It is to

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

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

shriek the moment

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

be nothing more than a frightened child in his

brought them all together? Frey'ja

my

follow simple orders. You are better off

her knees and pressed her forehead against the ground, desperate to

knew that the Great Old Dragon Lord was not interested in any explanation or excuse. The others must have

Yet… YET…!

past! I swear it! Please give me another chance!" Frey'ja already knew she

ancient—almost as ancient