I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization
Chapter 116: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (5)

Chapter 116: Breach of Contract – In the End, I Closed My Eyes… (5)

“I knew I could count on you. It’s you, after all. Perfect timing—you’ve come to save me.”

The First Prince smiled as he looked at Cardinal Dominic and the group that accompanied him.

The long road of hardship and adversity was finally coming to an end.

The southeastern wind had begun to blow—it was time to raise the banner of counterattack.

With full confidence in his heart.

“I only did what had to be done,”

Cardinal Dominic said, drawing the sign of the cross with his hand.

A powerful holy formation was etched beneath the First Prince’s feet, constructed through the combined divine power of twenty high-ranking clergy surrounding him.

The formation glowed brightly, and an angel made of light embraced the First Prince. At that very moment, his mangled body began to regenerate at an unnatural pace. Torn flesh reknit itself, wounds vanished, and his form was restored.

Though the mana he had left suddenly began to rapidly deplete—to the point of vanishing completely—it was likely just a side effect of the holy spell.

But everything has its price.

This much loss was acceptable.

Even if he couldn’t fight anymore, it didn’t matter.

With this level of power behind him, and considering how much energy the enemy had exhausted, he could still attempt a reversal.

And even if that failed, he could escape and report everything to his father—the information alone would ensure his victory.

A smile naturally formed on the First Prince’s lips.

By the time he finished organizing his thoughts, his body had completely healed—not a scratch remained.

“This should be more than enough healing.”

“It certainly seems so. We’re ready to begin the operation,”

Cardinal Dominic replied.

The First Prince moved to give orders—

—or rather, tried to.

His face twisted with confusion.

“Wasn’t the treatment finished? Why haven’t the restraints been lifted?”

The angel of light still clung to him.

What had been healing him moments ago was now holding him firmly in place—even after its supposed role had ended.

Was this another side effect?

With that thought, he asked.

But the reply he received was chillingly calm.

“Why ask something so obvious? The treatment hasn’t even started yet.”

It was a bizarre response.

What the hell did he mean by that?

The First Prince, still reeling from the trauma of what had happened just minutes ago, couldn’t comprehend it.

But whether that confusion was a blessing or a curse—

—it didn’t matter anymore.

“After all, when it comes to curing a demon who denies God, the only true remedy is total destruction—so that they can never appear in this world again.”

What was he even saying?

Why was he suddenly radiating killing intent?

Even without fully understanding the situation—

“W-Wait! What is this—?!”

—he could understand the moment he saw the twenty enraged clergymen brandishing their maces at him.

He was completely, utterly screwed.

*****

A barren wasteland—the Demonic Realm.

The sun itself refused to touch this desolate land. In that darkness, bursts of brilliant, divine light flared again and again.

But was this a holy sight?

No.

I would answer, resolutely, that it was the exact opposite.

“Best to silence him—who knows what lies he might spread with his honeyed tongue.”

“Shall I crush his throat? Without that, he can’t speak. …No—better yet, crush the head. Then he won’t even think blasphemous thoughts!”

“What a splendid idea, brother! I shall—”

“Calm yourselves. Don’t kill him so quickly. If we are to utterly destroy this demon’s soul, we must ensure he suffers accordingly.”

“Of course! I was being too hasty.”

“I understand your zeal to punish evil. But let us proceed with patience and precision.”

And so, those middle-aged men got to work—poking, slicing, smashing, and dismembering the First Prince’s body.

A divine formation ensured he was healed continuously.

Which meant the torture never stopped.

They even debated proper methods—like whether breaking the neck might dull the pain from below, or if there was a more effective way to sustain agony.

Watching this gruesome yet oddly methodical scene unfold, I couldn’t help but be a little stunned.

Not because I hadn’t seen similar things before—honestly, I was somewhat desensitized by now.

But something far more important was bothering me—

‘Why the hell is the Holy Church even here?’

That was the question.

They couldn’t have just stumbled in by coincidence. If someone had summoned them, it must’ve been the First Prince.

Then why were they now torturing the very man who called them?

And more importantly—

Even from here, I could sense the outright demonic aura surrounding the barrier containing Siel—not to mention Lien or Lucy…

They were completely ignoring the obvious demonic aura he was giving off and instead treating him like a pure embodiment of evil.

I just couldn’t understand what was going on.

‘…Well. I guess I should take it as a good thing since they’re helping us?’

Sure, they refused to speak with me, saying nonsense like “we’re unworthy to face you,” but that aside—they were definitely helpful.

They had completely neutralized the First Prince, and they’d even lent their strength in the fight against Carl.

Carl had already been at a disadvantage.

He probably still had some hidden tricks, like Balzac did, but once the Holy Church joined the battle, the outcome was sealed.

A Swordmaster, an Archmage, and even the former Hero’s right-hand man…

Despite such overwhelming odds, they managed to bring them all down.

That thought crossed my mind—

—right before I staggered, momentarily losing my balance.

My head was spinning.

Between Aria’s condition, the misunderstandings the Holy Church seemed to have about me, and all the other things I had to consider… not to mention the toll from the strike I had just unleashed—

I was drained.

Right now, I was using the Holy Sword like a cane just to stay standing.

But still…

I straightened up again.

I had to.

Because there was something far more important than my fatigue, misunderstandings, or even the matter of the imperial throne.

There was something I absolutely had to do.

The barrier of black shadow.

Leaning on the Holy Sword like a staff, I began to walk toward it.

Judging by the fact that they hadn’t harmed Siel, the barrier still seemed to be intact and effective.

Even so, I reached out my hand.

I couldn’t logically explain it, but I had a firm belief—

That it wouldn’t reject me.

And, as expected—

The barrier didn’t resist my approach.

I stepped inside.

[Don’t forget, kid.]

[This isn’t some kindness given without price. It’s an investment—a contract.]

[Just as I helped you, you’ll help me.]

[So that I may punish that old man—who deserves to be devoured a dozen times over—with my own hands. So that I can repay the disgrace of ten years ago.]

A loud voice echoed in her mind.

The Wolf was whispering to her.

He said he had received everything in return, but wouldn’t take it away.

That if she offered the Emperor’s soul, he would return all of it back to her.

But none of that reached Siel’s ears.

No—it couldn’t reach her.

Because he was there.

A man, battered and staggering, yet still walking toward her.

She felt confused.

Not just because she had just woken up.

Siel was clumsy when it came to emotions.

She didn’t really understand what she was feeling—or even what she was thinking.

That’s why she was so confused.

Everything had worked out.

All that remained was a joyful reunion.

She should be happy.

So then—why did her chest ache so deeply?

Why did it feel like tears would spill out at any moment?

That disheveled appearance.

Was it because she was imagining what kind of pain he must’ve gone through?

But if that was the case, it felt strange.

Because, while looking at him like this, Siel—just a little, ever so slightly—felt happiness.

Thank you.

This place was still dangerous.

They needed to settle things quickly and return to the mansion.

That was what she should say. That was the only thing left to do.

But the words wouldn’t come.

No—it wasn’t that she couldn’t say them.

She didn’t want to.

She wanted to tell him something.

But what?

She didn’t know what it was she wanted to say.

Only that she desperately wanted to say something.

She didn’t know.

She didn’t understand anything anymore.

Emotions were too contradictory to be explained by logic.

“…You broke the promise I made with you. That’s a breach of contract.”

Still, Siel said it.

She didn’t know why she was saying it.

She didn’t know what she wanted from him.

Even so—her lips moved.

“So… I’m canceling my previous request.”

But maybe—

Maybe that was enough.

That’s what she thought.

And while thinking that, she slowly stepped toward the man who looked so utterly lost.

“Don’t worry. I’m not about to ask you for anything unreasonable.”

Maybe emotions are just meant to be contradictory—maybe they’re not supposed to be understood.

Now that she realized that…

She also knew what she had to do.

“If you don’t want to… it’s okay to say no. So…”

She was terrible at expressing herself in words.

There was no way she could ever fully explain the complex swirl of emotions she was feeling—emotions that no language could ever capture.

So if words wouldn’t work…

She’d just have to use another way to show it.

“…Siel?”

She could feel his breath.

It was the same face she’d always seen.

But now, so close—it felt entirely new.

Was he feeling the same way?

Was his heart pounding like hers?

She didn’t know.

There was only one way to find out.

And so, Siel said:

“…Close your eyes. Just for a moment.”

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