I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization
Chapter 114: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (3)

Chapter 114: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (3)

“This time, I will personally put an end to your recklessness.”

The man standing before me — the First Prince — declared as much.

A blatant provocation.

But there was no reason to pay it any mind.

Right now, there was only one thing I needed to do.

Hoo…

I took a deep breath.

At the same time, I set my mana into circulation.

The energy of the World Tree surged wildly through my circuits, carried alongside the mana.

I didn’t know if this was the proper way.

There shouldn’t even be a human out there who has ever handled something like the World Tree’s energy.

It might fail to mix with mana. It could cause uncontrollable side effects.

It was full of uncertainties.

But I didn’t care.

I never intended to prioritize safety in the first place.

I circulated it, without restraint.

There was no need to protect this body.

Even as my mana circuits screamed under the overload, ready to burst at any moment — I ignored it.

Instead, I pushed harder.

Even if the circuits burst, what of it? If my heart could regrow after being ripped out, then surely the circuits would regenerate too.

There was no need to worry about pain — I couldn’t even feel it anymore.

The only thing that mattered now was power. Enough power to crush them into oblivion.

I kicked off the ground with everything I had, charging straight at the First Prince.

A sonic boom exploded behind me.

The scenery around me blurred and twisted with speed.

“...!”

I caught a glimpse of the First Prince’s face — twisted in shock.

The confidence that had filled his eyes just moments ago had evaporated, leaving only a pale, frozen expression behind.

Well, it made sense.

My mobility had always been exceptional, thanks to my wings.

Now, that inhuman strength, reinforced by mana and the World Tree’s power, propelled me to a speed that defied common sense.

Faced with such a thing, how could he not panic?

Frantically, he tried to construct a spell.

Apparently, he wasn’t as much of a fool as he acted.

While he’d been tossing useless chatter at me earlier, he’d secretly prepared a spell to manipulate causality — leaving only the final glyph unfinished so he could trigger it instantly.

The magic flared to life.

Light erupted.

Causality twisted.

The very fact that I was charging at him was meant to be erased, snuffed out.

Or at least, that was the plan.

“I-It can’t be...!”

His face contorted in horror.

The spell had no effect.

I wasn’t slowing down — if anything, I was accelerating even faster toward him.

The reason was simple.

Manipulating the behavior of a human being — such a magic was never something that could be cast without consequence.

The value of a human soul.

The weight of its existence.

The mana cost varied drastically depending on those factors.

I hadn’t absorbed the World Tree’s power for nothing.

Already burdened with an abnormal soul that didn’t even belong to this world, carrying strange traits and the role of a Hero — And now, with the World Tree’s blessing added on top of it all —

Could he truly bind me?

Especially when he hadn’t even fully recovered his mana?

Of course not.

He ground his teeth in frustration.

Still, he wasn’t an Archmage for nothing. He rapidly altered the spell structure.

Knowing he couldn’t manipulate causality, he diverted all the remaining mana into constructing barriers instead.

Hundreds — no, thousands — of layered shields rose up between us.

Admittedly, it wasn’t a bad move.

A way to minimize mana waste while focusing on pure defense.

But he made one critical mistake.

He overestimated me.

He stacked every single barrier in front of me, layer after layer — aiming to stop me at any cost.

But in doing so, he left himself completely exposed from behind —

Where Lien, whom I had ordered to approach during the distraction, was waiting to strike.

Realizing this, he whipped his head around and screamed.

“Carl! Protect me, now!”

But it was already too late.

The First Prince’s face froze in horror.

A forest — vibrant and green, as if a primeval grove had taken root right there — was blossoming behind him.

Flowers and trees sprouted from the barren, lifeless earth, binding Carl in place.

He must have thought the elves were no real threat.

That Carl would rush to his side at any moment if needed.

He was wrong.

The elves, unified around their Guardian, had burned their very lives to weave their spell.

And when combined with Lucy’s curse —

It was enough to imprison even a Swordmaster.

There was no one left to save him.

…No one, except for one person.

The First Prince clenched his teeth.

At that very moment, a woman leapt out of the shadows.

The Weapon Master.

The right hand of the Hero.

A genius among geniuses, permitted to stand beside the one at the very center of the world.

The shield she forged from pure mana caught Lien’s lethal strike just in time.

The First Prince’s face, once pale and ashen, returned to its usual self.

Apparently, he believed the danger had passed —

That their defense had been perfect.

But…

There’s no greater delusion than this.

I was still here.

Right here — unimpeded, untouched by anyone’s interference.

Thousands of barriers?

What did it matter?

I swung my sword with all my might.

A strike devoid of any technique or deeper meaning.

And yet—

Ka-ga-ga-ga-gang!

The wall blocking my path shattered instantly.

It was only now, belatedly, that he seemed to realize it.

Cold sweat beading on his forehead, he hastily began constructing another spell.

A spell whipped up in sheer desperation.

An all-or-nothing attack, fully prepared to drain his mana reserves.

Meteor.

I knew the power of that spell.

Dragging down a star from the heavens — a feat that defied natural law and twisted the order of the world.

A supreme spell of Archmage.

But even so—

I didn’t run.

I closed my eyes.

Inscribed formations.

Incomprehensibly complex sigils.

There was no way I could understand their meaning.

I’d never even properly learned magic, so how could I possibly grasp the principles behind such an advanced spell?

And yet —

I still knew.

Even if I couldn’t understand, I still knew.

Because I had seen it before.

Grand magic?

What of it?

To the people of this world, it might be an unattainable art — something they could spend a lifetime studying without ever mastering.

But I was different.

With just a few taps on a keyboard, I could see the entire structure of the spell — its formation and even how to dismantle it.

I had mana in abundance.

I was close enough to the caster to interfere directly.

There was nothing to fear.

I drew a formation in the air.

Reverse Calculation.

The act of deconstructing all principles and tearing the spell apart at its root.

The First Prince’s face twisted in horror.

But he had no time to prepare another move.

Only one or two layers of the barrier remained.

I swung my sword with all my strength.

A sonic boom roared so loudly it hurt my ears.

The shield the Weapon Master had hastily forged absorbed part of the impact —

But even so, not even a shield tempered with her mana could completely block it.

The First Prince screamed as the force crashed into him.

Though he somehow remained standing, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Judging from the state he was in and the amount of mana he had left, he was practically neutralized.

But—

I couldn’t let my guard down yet.

The First Prince bared his teeth, staring me down.

And then, even while seething with murderous intent—

He smiled.

He smiled and said:

“Fine. If you insist on playing dirty, then I won’t hold anything back either.”

The grotesque restraints attached to the corpse puppets — the devices that had been limiting their output — snapped off and fell away.

“Kill them. I don’t care if you destroy yourselves in the process.”

A girl stepped forward.

The one who had once borne the name Aria.

Now, for some reason, she had been reduced to a puppet of the Empire.

Lien glanced at me, her body tensed, ready to leap to my aid at any moment.

But—I shook my head.

There was a secret weapon Balzac had prepared for use in his final moments.

There was no guarantee Carl didn’t possess something similar.

Lien needed to stay back to deal with him if needed.

And more than anything—

This opponent was mine to face.

I had a feeling.

An undeniable instinct.

“…Don’t worry.”

I told her that.

Not because I was preparing to sacrifice myself, or planning to take Aria down with me in some tragic last stand.

No —

From the start, I had never once fought with the intention of losing.

I could win.

I was certain of it.

After all, I still had plenty of cards left to play.

Without wasting another moment, I fitted the communication device into my ear — a magi-tech device designed to link me with the key personnel hidden among the elves for this operation.

[…Her first attack will come from the right.]

I heard Hayang’s voice.

A cheat born from foresight — future vision.

With this, I could narrow the overwhelming gap in skill to some extent.

And beyond that, I had just thought of another countermeasure, freshly minted in my mind.

There must have been a reason the First Prince hesitated to unleash this puppet from the beginning.

A hesitation that lingered until now.

And back when I first encountered Aria—

The way she had cried, begging me to kill her.

I could guess, more or less, what had happened.

“Aria… don’t you recognize me?”

The moment I spoke—

Her pupils trembled.

I didn’t miss that opening.

I charged at Aria without hesitation.

Even if I was using a cheat combined with a trauma trigger—

This was still the beginning of a fair, square duel.

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