An Extra’s POV

"Now then… shall we begin the meeting?"

In a vast hall, surrounded by pristine decorations such as stained glass, marble tiles, exquisite curtains, and crystal-like chandeliers, a certain conference was being held. A large rectangular table stood erect at the center of the hall, with chairs on all sides—two especially at the head of the table, occupied by Vida and Conrad—leaders of the United Human Alliance.

On both the right side of the table were the teenagers who had been summoned to save their world—The Otherworlders.

Alicia, Belle, Clark, Justin, and Trisha sat comfortably in their pristine chairs, and opposite them were the distinguished members of the Alliance who were considered the strongest—most influential as well—within the framework.

Lucielle, Brutus, and Lucy—who had just recently been promoted to Admiral—occupied this position.

Then, at the foot of the table was the designated leader of the Otherworlders. He was their representative, in a sense, and he was also recognized as the strongest one in the room.

—Rey Skylar.

Standing behind him was Ater, his Familiar, who still refused to sit despite many attempts to make him do so. He floated above the ground, but his feet were still close to its surface, so it wasn't easy to tell.

Still, this was the arrangement of the meeting room.

Guards were stationed outside the room, giving everyone inside utmost privacy. The items for discourse were also quite robust, so everyone strapped themselves into their respective seats and awaited the commencement of their grand assembly.

"The first thing I'd like to say is to offer words of gratitude to our Otherworlder Heroes who have continued to support us through everything that we have been through. Even during attacks, and betrayals… you six have continued to remain with us. For that, you have my thanks." Conrad spoke, turning to both the five teenagers, and then to Rey.

He had a genuine smile on his face—one that did its best to explain just how thankful he was.

Vida also bowed her head, not saying anything else since Conrad had pretty much taken all the words out of her mouth. The other distinguished individuals of the Alliance followed suit and did the same.

It might have been strange for the Otherworlders to receive such treatment from adults who were far older than them, but they were already used to it.

so, as always, they chose to be humble and dismiss the

okay then… let's move on to the first matter on the list of things to discuss." Conrad cleared his throat, now casting his gaze on

the Elves have agreed to be our allies—supplying us with ores from their end while we offer them Enchanted Weapons in exchange.

to supply the Elves their weapons,

the end, it all boiled down to the Reaper

the whole exchange will go through them. Their operations will

a monopoly on the most profitable and important business in the Alliance, but considering their track

would have kept advancing anyway. They had already grown so large on their own, which was impressive

lot of Items to the Royal Council, and they even assisted in rebuilding the city. Certainly,

issue of alliance…

the Royal Council making decisions.

of the Reaper Group, and the recent alliance of the Elves, it was safe to say that the economic situation of the Alliance had never been better.

that issue addressed, there was one matter that could not be

against the

only a matter of time before they attack us with ferocity. We're doing our best to arm our soldiers with sufficient resources—particularly Enchanted Items—but there's only so much those can

palace guards and

and with the reduction in Dragon attacks, the security of the Alliance had returned to its optimal capacity. The difference in crime rates, as well as general productivity, made it compelling to leave things that

the front lines would

carry out their duties. There's no use sending them to die at the hands of the Dragons." Brutus said, almost as soon as Conrad brought

stage in the Alliance right now, which means we need as much security personnel around.

we have are not ready for the rigors of

saving grace was that the Dragons were yet

the battlefield in the coming week, so that should take a lot of

all his fellow Otherworlders were as enthusiastic as him to rush

and since they were finally heading to the battlefield, surely some difference would be

strong—do not win wars. We