I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization
Chapter 115: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (4)

Chapter 115: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (4)

As soon as I spoke, she faltered.

I didn’t miss the opening—and rushed her immediately.

But—

–CAGAGANG!

A piercing clang of metal rang out.

Blades clashed.

She used to be one of the protagonist’s companions, now reduced to a slave of the Empire.

There had to be a reason.

I deliberately provoked her, aiming to create an opening. But she didn’t allow even the tiniest gap.

In an instant, she raised a crude blade—

And blocked a holy sword with it.

My body had always been beyond human standards.

Now, with the energy of the World Tree and mana infused into it, it was stronger than ever.

So by pure strength alone, I should’ve had the upper hand.

And yet, my blade couldn’t even graze her.

She redirected my force effortlessly—

Blocking my sword with minimal strength, and then retaliating sharply.

She even threw in feints to throw me off balance.

But I wasn’t going down that easily.

Her feints were flawless—

A calculated fake, crafted down to the twitch of a muscle and the flow of mana.

[Lower left, then right. And… the next strike will come near your heart!]

But tricks like that meant nothing to me.

She was someone once called a Weapon Master—

A woman who mastered every form of weaponry.

To face someone like that with technique alone would be nothing but foolish arrogance.

So I ignored what I saw.

Since I couldn’t distinguish between real and fake moves, I simply listened—

To the voice feeding me answers.

No matter how complicated the question she threw at me,

All I had to do… was read the answer aloud.

“You’re… not that person.”

She said it with difficulty.

Just something she threw out to try and distract me, I thought.

Yet even while controlled like a puppet, she managed to get those words out.

She must really be haunted by memories of the previous Hero.

I wanted to shout back—

If you have the strength to say that, then resist the control. Fight it.

But if she could do that, she would’ve done it already.

The Empire had erased all records of the Hero.

An existence capable of manipulating the memory of an entire world.

Chances are, she had also been affected by it.

In other words, no shortcuts.

“But why…?”

I let that be the end of her distraction.

With that thought, I lunged toward her again.

My blade swung wildly.

No technique. No finesse.

Just raw force.

But with this much power, even that would have an effect.

Or so I thought.

She parried each blow—

And used that momentum to push me back instead.

A truly monstrous level of skill.

“Do you… know my name? Why are you wielding that sword?”

She spoke in a broken voice, like a broken machine.

Then, suddenly clutching her head, she screamed in pain.

Funny, I thought. Shouldn’t I be the one asking questions here?

What the hell happened to her?

How did she end up like this?

Why did she become a slave to the Empire?

What happened to the Hero?

There was so much I needed to know—so much I wanted to ask.

But all the questions were coming from her side.

And then, right in the middle of her interrogation,

She burst into tears—

And asked me to kill her.

So no—

She wasn’t going to answer anything.

In the end, there was only one thing I could do.

“…Alright. If that’s what you want… I’ll grant your wish.”

She had been someone I genuinely liked.

She might not remember me—

But I remember her.

Her personality, her likes and dislikes.

The life she’d led.

A corpse doll.

As if stealing her rest wasn’t enough, someone was now puppeteering her body.

It was disgusting.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it painless.”

I clenched my jaw.

I channeled mana and World Tree energy into my sword.

If I had poured this much raw force into a normal blade,

It would’ve shattered before forming a proper sword aura.

But this was the Holy Sword.

As long as my will remained unbroken, it would never snap.

Even this crude method could summon a sword aura.

Of course—

Even that wouldn’t be enough to defeat her.

But it didn’t matter.

I thrust the blade forward with everything I had—

Unleashing hundreds, thousands of sword auras.

But they weren’t aimed at her.

They flew toward someone else.

“You coward…”

I directed the attack toward the First Prince.

He grit his teeth and muttered the words under his breath.

Attacking someone who had been neutralized.

Even I had to admit—it was a dirty move.

But what choice did I have?

This trick? I learned it from your own Balzac.

If you didn’t want to play dirty, you should’ve fought fair from the start.

“Protect me! Now!!”

The prince screamed in panic.

She, the one turned into a puppet bound to obey his orders,

Abandoned me—despite the opening I’d just created—

And rushed to protect the prince.

Countless shields materialized with a clang.

An awe-inspiring sight, no doubt.

But—

This was a real opening.

She couldn’t move from that spot.

She couldn’t let the prince die.

Which meant, I had only one thing left to do.

The Holy Sword resonated with my will.

I recalled my vow—

To lose nothing.

To reach the end without abandoning anything.

A foolish promise, maybe.

The Holy Sword might be clouded,

But my heart was clear.

I knew—

I was someone capable of sacrificing others to save those I loved.

I wasn’t merciful enough to forgive those who betrayed me and then begged for redemption.

But even so—

I still hoped.

That I wouldn’t lose anything.

That no one I cared about would be hurt.

Even if I had to sacrifice something else—

I wanted to protect the ones I loved.

So—

『Holy Sword …

Shine.

With the weight of this resolve.

Let me fulfill the vow I once made.

Draw Blad.』

I swung my blade with all my might.

In that instant, I saw her—

Her arm, poised to block my strike, halted unnaturally—

As if broken.

“…I’m sorry.”

That was the last thing I said—

Before the light consumed everything.

A blinding radiance.

The Holy Sword dyed the world in its color.

*****

Why…

Why did it have to come to this?

The First Prince clenched his teeth, his face twisting with rage.

He couldn’t help it.

The victor should have been obvious.

A Swordmaster, a Archmage, and even a companion of the former Hero—

That monstrous woman.

The Empire had gathered some of its strongest warriors.

And the other side?

An inexperienced rookie Hero.

Unnamed companions barely known to the world.

And a ridiculous army of Elves.

By all accounts, they were the ones who should’ve won.

That was how it was supposed to end.

And yet—

The Hero, who didn’t even possess much mana to begin with, had grown at an utterly absurd pace over just four days.

The nameless companion turned out to be strong enough to rival a Swordmaster when fighting in unison.

The Elves fought as if the World Tree itself stood beside them.

There are limits to what should be possible.

Even if someone had told his past self this would happen, he’d never have believed it.

But now—

This was real.

Undeniably real.

The corpse doll, which had its limiter released at the risk of total breakdown, was now utterly wrecked—

So broken it could barely be called functional.

Even after using up all her strength to create a final shield, and using her own body to block an attack—

The First Prince was hanging by a thread, barely clinging to life.

He had devoured the vitality of dozens of prodigies.

If not for that, he’d already be nothing but ash.

The Hero, after launching his previous attack, seemed to have expended much of his strength.

He was barely holding himself up with his sword as a crutch.

And Carl?

There was no hope of support from him either.

That silver-haired girl.

The blue-haired knight.

And those damned Elves—

They had all locked Carl down.

The pendant, a gift from his father—the Emperor—holding the power of the Demon God,

He had hoped to use it to turn the tide.

But it was as if Carl could see the future—

He didn’t even give the First Prince time to activate it.

He was already exhausted.

At this rate, the outcome was obvious.

In other words—

Defeat.

He had lost.

Whether the enemy used dirty tricks, broke logic, or pulled off the impossible—

None of that mattered.

In the end, only results mattered.

On the battlefield, there is no truth beyond victory or defeat.

And his ending… was all too clear.

From that man came a bloodlust so thick it could be tasted.

No plea, no bargaining, no clever words could change what was coming.

Revenge would be fulfilled.

What awaited him was a gruesome death.

If that was the case—

If that was the only path left—

“……”

The First Prince stared intently at his pendant.

His body was already broken.

Even if he called upon His Majesty—the Demon God’s power—his body would likely shatter before he could do anything meaningful.

And yet—

There was still one way.

The pendant was linked to his father.

If he poured in not just mana, but his very life force,

If only for a moment, he could connect their minds.

He might… be able to summon the Emperor himself.

In exchange, he would lose his life.

But the enemy was also drained.

If his father arrived now—

The enemy’s annihilation was guaranteed.

If he was going to die anyway,

He might as well take them all down with him.

He hesitated for a long time.

His life, after all, was still precious to him.

But in the end, he knew—

This was the best possible move.

The First Prince clenched his teeth and began forming the incantation.

Or rather—he tried to.

“……!”

Suddenly, a flush of relief spread across his face.

Had the gods not abandoned him after all?

At the very moment he resolved to die, salvation arrived.

“I had faith. As expected, it’s you—arriving at the perfect moment to save me.”

Cardinal Dominic.

And his brothers had arrived.

With grim expressions, armed with maces and every kind of sacred relic imaginable.

The First Prince looked upon them with a smile.

It was time to raise the signal—

The signal for a counterattack.

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