I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization
Chapter 119: Things You Should Never Do at a Funeral (1)

Chapter 119: Things You Should Never Do at a Funeral (1)

The Pope smiled and snapped his fingers.

In that instant, the illusion of the fake Aria dissolved into light and vanished.

But Aria didn’t even see it.

“Ian!!”

Because the man she loved had collapsed.

There was no way she could see anything else in that moment.

Aria ran straight to the man who had fallen.

Immediately, she forged a barrier using pure magic.

With it, she desperately blocked out any outside interference and examined her lover’s body.

He wasn’t breathing.

The holy sword had turned pitch-black.

A curse poured out of it so potent, even she struggled to withstand it.

No matter how she looked at it, the situation was hopeless.

And yet—she couldn’t give up.

To her, the man lying before her was everything.

Blinding light burst forth again and again.

One healing spell after another.

But there is no magic in this world that can bring the dead back to life.

-Please, wake up.

-I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

She sobbed over and over, her tears unrelenting, but nothing changed.

A thunderous crash echoed.

Then another. And another.

The barrier she had crafted herself—

Its durability was impressive, no doubt.

But the ones outside were the Emperor of the Empire and the Pope.

No matter how strong the wall, there was no surviving them.

The cracks grew larger and deeper.

Finally, they split apart with a harsh crack.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

She had spent all her magic on something meaningless.

There was no way she could fend off a coordinated attack from both of them.

In the end, she was pierced through the heart by the very same sword that had struck down the Hero.

But… peace was not granted to her.

Even as she screamed in despair, even as she cursed them with all the hatred she had, those two did not hear her.

To them, other people were nothing more than pieces on a game board.

No one considers the feelings of the pieces when they play a game.

All that mattered to them was one thing—

Usefulness.

And she was still a valuable card to play.

At the boundary of life and death,

the Pope’s twisted holy power forcibly anchored her between the two.

He stripped away her free will.

Rummaged through her memories.

Shattered and erased the “useless” parts of her personality.

What was once a person was now reduced to a doll.

But… cruelly enough—

The tragedy didn’t end there.

From far away, the sound of tiny footsteps echoed.

Someone was walking toward this place.

And it was painfully obvious who it had to be.

The door creaked open.

The little girl, who was always too scared to sleep alone, had woken up—

And in search of her suddenly missing mother and father,

Opened a door that was never meant to be opened.

“……Huh?”

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, the girl froze mid-step.

Her face turned deathly pale.

Her breathing grew short.

Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks.

A sword was buried in the chest of the father who always stood so strong.

The mother who used to gently pat her back when she couldn’t sleep…

Was now lying in pieces, her body mutilated beyond recognition.

The golden-haired old man stepped closer to Yuli.

Yuli was overwhelmed.

None of this made sense. It was terrifying.

She wanted to run.

But she couldn’t.

Her body wouldn’t move.

Her trembling legs refused to obey her.

“I’ve said this before, haven’t I? You mustn’t kill her,” said the monster desecrating her mother’s remains.

“If this child dies and the next Saint is born… things will get very complicated for both of us.”

The white-haired man continued the conversation.

Erase her memories. Bring her into the Imperial Palace.

Keep her from ever realizing her power. Watch her closely until that day comes.

“…I know. You’d better keep your end of the deal.”

But none of this made sense to the girl.

All she knew was that the scene before her was too terrifying to comprehend.

As she stood there, weeping in front of her parents’ corpses,

The white-haired man walked toward her—slowly, step by step.

A girl shedding tears in front of the mangled bodies of her parents.

A man, always smiling with a chilling emptiness, reached out to her.

And with that twisted holy power, he breathed something into her.

And that was the last thing I saw… before my vision dimmed.

Soon, the world was swallowed in complete darkness.

*****

Consciousness, once adrift, returns to its place.

The familiar scenery before my eyes tells me I’ve finally returned to reality.

‘…My head is spinning.’

It’s not like the spell had any issues. It’s just—

What I saw was so damn insane that my mind’s still reeling from it.

It feels like I’ve been hit with some kind of mental corruption loop.

The protagonist who breaks down and falls countless times, yet always stands back up.

The heroine who supports him.

The adorable daughter who gives the reader something to smile about in an otherwise grim story.

Reliable, unwavering companions.

All of it—everything I knew—collapsed in an instant.

Like playing a sequel where the PC-thugged character smashes the original protagonist’s head in with a golf club.

As someone who devoted their life to Bone and Blood, the impact was tenfold.

But even so…

“…Are you okay?”

Siel’s voice from beside me helps ground me.

First things first—I needed to calm down and sort through what I saw.

That final moment of regret from the Hero.

There was something eerily familiar about his selfish mindset—it reminded me of the cryptic advice the status window occasionally gives me.

But I’ll put those uncertain thoughts aside for now.

Here’s what I do know for sure:

1. The Pope is plotting something twisted. I don’t know when this so-called “that day” is coming, but if it does—it’s going to wreck the world.

2. The Emperor  is just as suspicious. Worse, he’s likely allied with the Demon King.

He’s united with Domination—the one who devours even mass slaughter.

If he’s still amassing power behind the scenes… I don’t even want to imagine how strong he’s become.

3. Yuli has been captured and lost her memory. She probably doesn’t even remember who she is and is now under the Empire’s watch.

To save her… I’ll have to walk right into the Emperor’s front yard.

So, in summary…

“Yeah, this is really not okay.”

Not even as a white lie could I say things were fine.

I groaned and rubbed my throbbing temple.

Siel looked at me with concern written all over her face.

In the end, I could only let out a deep sigh to try and shake off the worry.

Well… thinking about it, the gains weren’t all bad.

A Swordmaster.

An Archmage.

The hero’s mind-controlled companion.

I managed to heavily deplete the Empire’s forces.

I even got a fragment of the Holy Sword and information about what happened ten years ago.

Which means—I fulfilled my goal for heading into the Demon Realm.

I gently patted Siel’s head, who was still watching me with worry, then stood up.

In the end, no amount of regret can undo what’s already been done.

What I have to do hasn’t changed.

As always, I’ll just give it my all and push forward.

I brushed the dust off my robe and started walking.

Soon, I saw her again.

Our eyes met.

She must’ve been reduced to nothing more than a puppet under the Pope’s control.

Yet…

Her heart hadn’t been erased.

The look in her eyes said it all—

A whirlwind of emotions clashed within them.

Her lips moved.

There was no sound, but I knew exactly what she said.

Please.

I felt the weight of those words.

I could sense the guilt that came with having to ask me that.

Her daughter.

The future of the world.

The vengeance for the man she cherished more than anyone.

She wouldn’t be the one to fulfill them.

Even though she longed for it more than anyone, she couldn’t do it.

So, she had no choice but to entrust it to someone else.

Even though she knew better than anyone how much pain that burden would bring—

Even so, she asked me.

That’s why she looked so consumed by guilt.

“Don’t worry. I’ll figure something out, no matter what.”

I said it with conviction.

It’d be a lie to say it wasn’t heavy.

But it was a burden I swore I’d bear.

To lose nothing and protect everything.

To see it through—to the very end.

That was my vow.

Hearing my words, she finally looked at peace.

Her expression held a trace of sorrow, as if remembering someone dear.

Then, quietly, she closed her eyes.

At last, the woman who had been used even in death—

Found rest.

…That’s how it should’ve ended.

But I forced her eyelids open.

Her face twisted in confusion.

And I… well, I felt a bit awkward.

Yeah, I definitely ruined the mood.

Not just “felt like it”—I absolutely ruined the mood.

But I had no choice.

The enemies had tricked the Hero, sealed away a god, clipped the Saintess’ wings and imprisoned her, and were pulling every last dirty trick in the book.

To fight an enemy like that, I needed to pull a cheat of my own.

“I get that you want to see your husband soon, but if you don’t mind… let’s delay that reunion just a little longer.”

I smiled as I spoke.

“Because I’m going to bring you back.”

…It was time to recruit a new ally. And it’d been far too long.

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