I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization
Chapter 113: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (2)

Chapter 113: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (2)

As I kept walking, a familiar mansion came into view.

At the same time, I spotted the clumsy figures of the local defense force.

A dwarf clutching a hammer like he’d just dashed out mid-repair, standing protectively in front of the other and the rest of the children.

Lucy and Lien.

And then... why in the world is she here?—Miss Rubia, armed with a thick book and a ladle.

‘Did they all rush out in a panic after seeing an unexpected army?’

Balzac had said he split an artifact in half before, so it made sense they’d scramble like this.

They probably felt the need to respond but had no weapons at hand—so they just grabbed whatever they could find.

I made a mental note: MissRubia must never be allowed on the battlefield. With that thought, I kept walking.

It didn’t take long before their heightened alert eased up.

Most likely, either Lucy or Lien had enhanced their vision with mana and recognized my face.

Still… even though the tension had died down, judging by their expressions, they clearly had no idea what was going on.

“Um, Ian? What is all this…?”

Miss Rubia, now dripping with cold sweat, cautiously asked.

Normally, I’d take her mental state into account and soften my words or rephrase things a little.

But right now, I didn’t have the time—or frankly, the means—to say it any other way.

So I told her the truth as plainly as it was.

“Like I said before, I figured we’d need them for battle, so I brought them all with me and made them slaves.”

I mean, I had already mentioned burning down the World Tree and enslaving elves before.

I thought maybe that would help them accept it more easily… but apparently, that was wishful thinking.

Miss Rubia stammered like her brain had short-circuited, then managed to ask again.

“A-A whole race? No, more importantly—how? The elves never leave the Great Forest, and they shouldn’t even be able to!”

“As long as they stay near the World Tree, it’s fine.”

“The World Tree?”

As she repeated the words, Miss Rubia’s face turned pale. The part where I said I’d burn the World Tree must’ve just resurfaced in her mind.

“I dealt with the World Tree and absorbed its power. That’s how I’m able to control the elves.”

At my explanation, not only Rubia but even the dwarves standing nearby began to look unwell.

Come to think of it, that reaction made perfect sense.

The beginning of the world.

The tree that had existed since time immemorial, said to be the very source of life.

To hear that I not only set fire to it but devoured its authority…

From the perspective of this world’s people, their response was only natural.

Especially when the hundreds of elves standing behind me silently confirmed everything I was saying.

The look Miss Rubia had always given me—that mixture of reverence and fear reserved for something clearly not human—was now reflected in the eyes of the dwarves too…

But I pushed that from my mind.

This wasn’t the time to care about things like that.

“How’s the repair on the Holy Sword?”

Among the dwarves, all of whom were trembling in fear, one alone was grinning smugly—as if proud of the side he’d chosen.

I looked directly at that opportunistic dwarf and asked.

Without missing a beat, Rob quickly held out the Holy Sword like he’d been waiting for the moment.

And judging by his confident expression, it wasn’t for nothing. The condition of the Holy Sword was flawless.

This is…

Ninety percent—no, more like practically one hundred.

The restoration was so perfect, it was hard to even tell the difference from what I remembered.

I couldn’t help but be impressed by their craftsmanship.

So this is what’s possible with a hundred dwarves?

Sure, I pressured them—said things like “this isn’t a request, it’s an order” and “make the impossible possible.”

But honestly, even I thought repairing it in a single day was a pipe dream.

Yet they pulled it off.

With a satisfied smile, I picked up the Holy Sword.

And then… I noticed it.

Just slightly—but unmistakably more clouded than before.

“…Huh? Why is this…? It was perfectly fine just a moment ago.”

Rob’s once-proud expression twisted into one of confusion and alarm.

He stammered awkwardly, clearly caught off guard.

But I spoke calmly, brushing it off.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to worry about this.”

I said that while securing the Holy Sword.

Sure, if I said I wasn’t surprised, I’d be lying.

But it wasn’t anything worth panicking over.

If the sword had completely lost its light and power because I abandoned my oath, that would have been a crisis.

But this slight dimming—just a hint of murkiness because I’d gone against my vow a little—wasn’t an issue. As long as I wasn’t fighting a demon, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.

More importantly… if the state of the Holy Sword could shift based on my own mindset, then maybe—just maybe—I could use that.

I’d always avoided testing that theory. It felt ominous.

But now wasn’t the time to be picky about methods.

As someone bearing the dignity of a sovereign, there was no real risk of my mind being corrupted, anyway.

Whatever the case—

“With this, my weapon’s ready.”

I gripped the Holy Sword firmly.

The military was also fully prepared.

Of course, I wasn’t planning on endangering all of my people. Only Lien and Lucy—the two most experienced in battle—would be coming with me.

Still, our strength wasn’t lacking.

That’s why I brought the elves.

The elves, free from the curse that bound them to the World Tree’s proximity.

The kind of nation insane enough to burn the World Tree without a second thought if the elves disobeyed.

These weren’t elves to be underestimated.

They’d easily overwhelm a division of imperial elites. In terms of combat power, we were more than covered.

The one remaining issue—

We had no surefire way of pinpointing Siel’s exact location.

That, ultimately, would depend on luck.

In a situation where every second counted, we couldn’t afford the time or resources to conduct a full tracing ritual with the elves.

All we could do was start from the last known location and follow the trail one step at a time.

Hopefully… she hadn’t moved too far from where we’d seen her last.

I took a deep breath, calming my nerves and settling my mind.

I could feel it—the mana flowing through my body, mingled with the essence of the World Tree.

With that, all my preparations were complete.

Whether it would be enough… I’d find out soon enough.

At this moment—

There was only one thing left to do.

Facing the hundreds of eyes fixed on me,

I raised the Holy Sword high and declared,

“…Let’s go.”

The hour of reckoning had come.

*****

At the heart of the Demon Realm.

The First Prince frowned as he continued battling wave after wave of monsters for several days straight.

That pointless blessing he received was doing more harm than good.

It likely hadn’t been Cardinal Dominic’s intention, but the holy power imbued in the blessing had stirred up the monsters, making their attacks even more aggressive.

Still, that wasn’t the biggest problem.

He’d just felt it.

A strange, foreign presence—completely different from demons or monsters—was heading in his direction.

And as if to confirm that he wasn’t imagining things, it didn’t take long before he heard the monsters’ shrieks.

A man was approaching, cutting through them like they were nothing.

Even before seeing his face, the First Prince already knew who it was.

The murderous aura was unmistakable.

There was only one man left alive who had dared to oppose him.

And sure enough, not long after, a man with white hair entered his vision.

A presence that had clearly changed from before.

A Holy Sword that had undergone transformation. New companions standing at his side.

A man who had returned with unwavering resolve to reclaim what was lost.

But even in the face of that, the First Prince felt no fear.

“How foolish. If you had fled, you might’ve bought yourself a few more days to live.”

All he felt was disdain.

It was undeniable—growing this strong in just four days was nothing short of astonishing.

But that only made it worse.

With that kind of talent, he should’ve gone into hiding and devoted himself to training, no matter what happened to his comrades.

That potential…

If left to grow unchecked, he truly could have become a threat to the empire itself.

And yet—

The fool had willingly walked straight into his own death.

Because of comrades, because of emotion… he let himself be swayed. And that was just pathetic.

“Do you really believe you can win?”

The First Prince asked, staring into the eyes filled with conviction.

He spotted the elves standing behind the man.

It seemed he’d somehow managed to rope them in, all to bolster his fighting power.

But to think that such a pathetic effort could be enough to defeat him—it was laughable.

Elves may be powerful beings, blessed with long life and innate talent that far surpassed humans—

But only within the Great Forest.

Once they left the vicinity of the World Tree, their power didn’t just weaken—it evaporated. If they stayed away too long, they started dropping like flies.

There was a reason the Empire never bothered to weaponize elves.

And here we are—in the Demon Realm, no less.

Unless the World Tree had sprouted legs and walked here, there was no way its influence could reach this far.

That was common sense.

To think he’d bring an elven army into this place as a strategy against him… There were limits to stupidity.

Even Lenya wouldn’t have made a blunder this dumb.

“Foolish. Utterly foolish. But… well, it works in my favor.”

Things hadn’t been going smoothly lately, and he’d been in a foul mood.

Now, his enemy had gone and done something so laughably idiotic—practically serving himself up on a silver platter for the First Prince to take all the glory.

How could he not be pleased?

In these past four days, all his opponent had managed to prepare was a useless elven army—most of whom were already weakening, drained of power.

Meanwhile, what had he gained?

A formidable new ally, soon to arrive.

A cluster of cardinals and archbishops from the Holy Church, their eyes red with righteous fury toward heretics.

The power gap between them was undeniable.

The outcome had already been decided long before the first blow.

All that was left now… was to enjoy the process.

Smiling, the First Prince made his declaration.

“This time—for good—I will put an end to your reckless defiance with my own hands.”

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