Scylla’s Wrath

[Meanwhile…]

"DAMNIT!!!"

A loud voice echoed from the lips of a particularly beautiful woman, making her appear awfully ugly as a result.

As her long blond hair swayed, her white teeth were displayed in pure rage. She was grating them very loudly, and the wrinkles on her face caused her to appear even more hideous.

"H-how could all of this happen?!" She hissed, growling like a hungry predator who desired nothing but devastation.

Fury, mixed with anxiety and a hint of fear, rose from her pretty body.

This lady was Scylla—the Head of the Slave Union, and also the Leader of the New Order.

Her fury coat and black gown would have made her appear to be one of the classiest ladies in the world, but the crass way she currently spoke, and the curses she spewed thanks to her current dissatisfaction, made her seem more vulgar than she appeared.

Fortunately, only one other person was in the room—her personal guard.

His pure white mask had a dull glow as he watched her from a corner, like a statue.

It was almost like he wasn't there at all.

That allowed Scylla to continue her tantrums without feeling watched or scrutinized.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damnit!"

The reason for her current frustrations lay in the fact that her entire framework of plans was collapsing.

For one, the Eastern Warehouse was suddenly attacked by a Dragon, and it killed every single worker there.

Phobio, one of the Nine Heads of Destruction, had managed to escape with his life—barely avoiding the wrath of the beast or the jaws of death.

'If not for our patrol agents, we wouldn't have found his naked, unconscious body on time.'

If this was all, though, then Scylla would not be in such a frenzy.

Having a Dragon suddenly invade a major hotspot of resources was bad—incredibly so—but it wasn't impossible to resolve the problem.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only issue.

'Ogun, another Head, is dead. Same as Anukus, who was a wild card, but was also one of the Deadly Three…'

Scylla also got news that Fernand was able to make it back safely, though all his men had suffered an unlucky fate at the hands of an incredibly powerful foe.

'It seems the Blanc House has gotten their hands on someone pretty strong. For him to cause Fernand to retreat, also killing all his subordinates…'

Scylla wanted to know who it was!

'Even the whole incident with the Dragon can be labeled as a coincidence, the other incidents can't be so easily dismissed.'

In three other locations that were considerably far from each other, some of her strongest pawns had been eliminated or nearly done in.

'I want to know why!' This didn't just mean that they had lost strong men—a commodity that was very rare—but also that their plans regarding those incidents had collapsed.

'The resources that were meant to be distributed to the Mercenary Gang had been compromised, thanks to what happened in the Eastern Warehouse.'

Sure, the Nine Heads of Destruction could be dispatched there to subjugate the Dragon, but that would spread them too thin.

According to Phobio, the Dragon was far stronger than him.

'It's probably a three-horned one. Fenrir should be able to manage if he has his subordinates with him.'

The problem was that it would leave her, and the rest of her assets, vulnerable.

There was also the possibility of suffering more casualties—something they couldn't afford at the moment.

Scylla began to bite her nails very aggressively.

'I already took the combat ability of the KariBlanc Group into account, and there's no one among them that can beat a Head of Destruction. Maybe Rebal Blanc himself, but there's no way he'd be on the front lines.'

That meant there had to be at least three individuals who were hired by them; considering the three different locations where their members were killed.

'Out of the nine, I only have seven left. Adding Fenrir, that's eight. It's not a major loss, but…'

The mission was supposed to involve retrieving documents and swallowing territory.

It was meant to push the KariBlanc Group into a single corner—

the Capital.

'But now… they'll begin to spread their wings for sure!'

Scylla screamed and cursed some more, almost as if she was courting insanity.

"I should calm down. Yeah… let's find a solution to this issue."

The lady considered the most pressing matters at the moment, and she recognized them to be the recovery of the Eastern Warehouse, as well as the recovery of their lost resources.

They also had to deal with the strong forces of the opposing side.

'We need to get rid of that Dragon quickly, or else it'll be difficult to appease theMercenary Gang.'

There was only so much a rule by fear could do.

'I have the strongest card with me, so dishing out the stuck isn't an issue. Still, I have to ensure the carrot remains as well.'

That meant searching for a way to recover the Eastern Warehouse.

'If it truly is a three-horned one, then we'll have to concentrate all our attention on that for now.'

That meant they would have to halt their advancements and give the Blanc House room to breathe, as well as an opportunity to strike.

'The issue remains… how to completely get rid of them.'

By consuming everything around them, she had inadvertently backed them into a corner, which caused them to strike back ferociously.

'If I account for their forces to be as strong as the Deadly Three

—perhaps even stronger—then this will be a tough run.'

There was something Fernand said about his opponent possibly being a Dragon, but Scylla couldn't believe that.

The Blanc House couldn't have been able to tame a powerful Dragon… right?

'And this Reaper guy… I don't know who he is, but there's no way he was responsible for all those events.'

They occurred simultaneously, far away from one another.

There was just no way.

'Still… I can't deny his strength. If there are two others like him, then it would be difficult to properly intercept them.'

"Unless…" Scylla began to grin widely as she slowly sat on her office chair.

'… I guess I'll have to use my last resort!'

It was a bit early, but she didn't care at this point.

"Once the Mercenary Gang is done eliminating the Dragon to the East, I suppose we'll go full throttle." She whispered and began to chuckle to herself.

"Kukuku… kukukukuku… kukuahahahahaha!!!"

She now had the perfect way to trap the fools who had chosen to defy her and derail her plans.

'Enjoy the next few days of peace, Blanc. It'll soon be over.' Scylla closed her eyes, and a wicked grin completely replaced her look or rage.

"Once I'm done, everything you have… will be mine."