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

list of things to discuss." Conrad cleared his throat, now casting his gaze on

while we offer them Enchanted Weapons in exchange. They

model they would be using to supply the Elves their weapons, and how they would be receiving the goods from

boiled down to the

the whole exchange will go through

and important business in the Alliance, but considering their track record and the quality of their products, it was

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

they even assisted in rebuilding the city. Certainly,

discussed the issue of alliance… one of the rather problematic subjects to be

that the Nobles of the Alliance were dead, there was really nothing standing in the way of the Royal Council making

situation of the Alliance

there was

against the

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 do against the full might of their army. We have suffered many losses over the years, and the number of soldiers

point where they had to dispatch a lot of palace guards and regular

in Dragon attacks, the security of the Alliance had returned to its optimal capacity. The difference in crime rates, as well as

the front lines would

and cities are cannon fodder anyway. It's best they remain in their local areas and carry out their duties. There's no use sending them to die at the hands

which means we need

aren't many new recruits, and even those we have are not ready for the rigors of war." Lucy

Dragons were yet to launch a full-scale assault. But,

in the coming week, so that should take a

as him to rush

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

you, Sir Clark, but a few soldiers—no matter how skilled and strong—do not win wars. We need an army." Lucy responded with a stern tone, though