I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

She believed she would never find peace for the rest of her life.

The restraints were so unyielding that even moving her body freely had become impossible.

For the past ten years, her body had been nothing short of a prison.

A puppet, dangling from the strings of those who had stolen everything from her. That was all she was, and that was all she would ever be.

At least, that's what Aria had always thought.

…Until today arrived.

A familiar holy sword stirred her hazy memories.

Was it fate? Or inevitability?

Peace—a peace she thought would never come—had found her.

Of course, there were still regrets.

So many things left undone.

"Don't worry. I'll make it happen, no matter what."

But the boy had taken on her burden.

He accepted the weight of her plea. Fully understanding what it meant, he still declared he would carry it.

And so, Aria had been able to close her eyes at last.

…Or so she thought.

Eyes she had closed—were forced open once more by someone else.

"I get that you're eager to see your husband again. But if you don't mind, please delay your schedule a little longer."

The white-haired boy smiled as he declared,

"I'm going to do everything I can to save you."

It was an utterly absurd claim. If it were so easily resolved, she would have escaped this wretched bondage long ago.

And yet, seeing him say it like that—

That sight felt all too familiar.

He resembled him.

That man who had always pushed through pain and suffering, feigning strength with bravado.

Surely this boy too bore countless responsibilities and burdens, just like he did. It was only then that Aria realized her mistake.

She had seen someone crushed under the weight of responsibility before, and yet she had repeated the same error.

She had placed another burden onto a child already weighed down by duties far beyond his years.

And that child—so much like him, so kind—was now pushing himself too hard to save her.

But regret always arrives too late.

Her body, drifting ever closer to death, barely allowed her to even move her lips.

She should have told him—

Don't try to shoulder everything alone.

You don't need to be responsible for everything.

But now it was impossible.

Sure enough…

To heal her, the boy reached out to the cursed shards of the holy sword, which exuded a sinister energy.

He was trying to draw upon the sword's power to save her.

The result of such recklessness? Catastrophic.

Just being near the shards was dangerous—but he tried to absorb their curse.

Naturally, the boy was unharmed.

"…?"

Aria's face filled with confusion.

But the sight before her did not change.

She could feel the energy of the World Tree.

Roots emerged from the boy's hand, wrapping around the blade and completely absorbing its energy.

Even after taking in such a vast power, he approached her without any sign of strain—without even bothering with the usual techniques to regulate energy.

Then came a burst of radiant light.

From the boy's back, pristine white wings suddenly emerged.

The overwhelming surge of energy burned away every trace of the force that had bound her.

Her wounds began to close.

Life returned to her.

Of course, her severed limbs did not regrow. But the essential emergency healing was done.

A miracle.

There was no other way to describe what had happened.

And so, Aria turned to look at the one who had performed that miracle.

But the boy was gone.

In a situation like this, where could he possibly have gone? She couldn't make sense of it.

And then—she heard footsteps.

Far too heavy and numerous to belong to just the boy.

When Aria turned toward the source of the sound, what she saw was—

"Fulfill the divine mission bestowed by the Saint's revelation!!"

A group of blood-drenched middle-aged men, coated in gore—eyes, organs, and all.

And behind them, spreading his wings with a benevolent smile, stood the white-haired boy.

*****

"…What are you, exactly?"

Aria, still in the middle of receiving treatment from the summoned clerics, turned to me and asked.

A wildly out-of-the-blue question.

She looked at me as if I were some kind of bizarre lifeform.

I was taken aback by her sudden words… and then I took a step back and tried to see myself from an objective point of view.

An abnormal level of achievement, enough to hold the upper hand against a Swordmaster at my age.

The title of Hero, bearer of the Holy Sword.

Wings of radiant white now sprouting from my back.

I could command the highest authorities of the Holy Church like chess pieces, wield the power of the World Tree, and even had the entire elven race under my control.

I hadn't brought them here, but most of the dwarves had already been captured and reduced to slaves. So in truth, I had essentially subjugated two entire races by force.

…Honestly, it'd be weirder if she didn't look at me like that.

It wasn't what I had intended, but somehow, I'd ended up becoming someone completely beyond reason.

At this point, even if I said, "I'm just an ordinary person," no one would believe it.

So, I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer her question. But I didn't have to ponder for long.

"How could you gaze upon these magnificent wings and not recognize His Excellency!?"

There were about twenty older men around me who seemed far more eager than I was to explain who I was.

Their compliments were so over-the-top, it was honestly a little embarrassing.

Uncomfortable with all the praise—and with more urgent matters to handle—I quickly slipped away.

The stench of blood pierced my nose.

My shoes squelched as they stuck to something thick and sticky on the floor. Something I couldn't quite identify, nor did I want to. It felt like some lump of meat I'd rather not think about.

I ignored it all and kept walking… until a familiar face appeared in my vision.

The First Prince, completely wrecked, stood right before me.

'Didn't he say he brought Yuli into the imperial palace?'

This guy might know something. Being royalty, he likely had access to information others didn't.

To pry it out of him, I nudged him with the Holy Sword.

It was a cruel method—practically torture.

I worried for a moment that he might have been too far gone to communicate… but I guess an Archmage is still an Archmage.

The man stared right back at me.

Despite everything he'd been through, his eyes still glimmered with intelligence.

And then—

…He laughed.

A chilling, spine-crawling laugh.

Before I could even say a word, the man broke into laughter, as if something delighted him to no end.

For a moment, I wondered if he'd gone insane.

But no. Those eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—did not belong to someone who'd lost his mind.

A sense of dread began to creep in.

An ominous, suffocating premonition.

I quickly reviewed the situation in my head.

What tricks could he possibly still have up his sleeve in his current state?

He was definitely neutralized.

He couldn't move. His magical circuits should've been damaged, meaning casting spells was off the table.

The only thing left was reinforcements—but there was no way he could've summoned any.

After all, this place was the Demon Realm.

Magical communications wouldn't work here…

'Wait a second.'

A single terrifying hypothesis flashed across my mind.

Cold sweat dripped down my back.

What if…

What if he had managed to send a message to the outside?

Granted, magical transmissions wouldn't work here due to the location.

But that also meant analog communication was still plausible.

He wouldn't even need a human intermediary.

Because magical messages could be intercepted by other mages, there was a device sometimes used instead: mechanical birds.

If the prince had one…

What kind of information had been relayed to the Imperial Palace by now?

Our personal identities?

Our exact location?

No matter what it was—it would be devastating.

There was no way he secretly deployed a mechanical bird. That couldn't have happened. I tried to calm the anxiety bubbling up in my gut with that thought.

But when the prince looked at me with a smile—

It was as if he were saying: So you finally figured it out.

*****

A machine born of the empire's pinnacle of magi-tech engineering.

The letter sent by the prince reached the Imperial Palace in an instant.

A blaring emergency signal.

And the first to detect the arrival of that mechanical bird was—

"This is…"

Second Prince Lenya.

The moment Lenya saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The true identity of the Black Fangs—the ones he had pursued so relentlessly—was now laid bare.

He realized too late how thoroughly he'd been deceived by their tricks all along…

But that wasn't the reason for his reaction.

In truth, Lenya hadn't even read the letter.

"Do they think I'm some kind of idiot?"

He muttered under his breath, scowling.

That mechanical bird bore his older brother's seal—but the letter it carried was soaked completely in blood, a grotesque and absurd display.

He didn't know who had set this trap, but one thing was clear—the mastermind was not particularly bright.

Lenya might have despised his brother, but—

He did acknowledge his brother's power.

And that's why he could say with certainty:

There wasn't a single opponent in existence capable of leaving an Archmage—especially one constantly surrounded by powerful bodyguards—in that kind of bloody state.

Whoever created this absurd ruse probably expected a reaction like, "Oh no! Blood! My brother's in danger! I must read this letter at once!"

If so, how unfortunate for them.

Because the one who found the mechanical bird… was none other than Lenya, famed throughout the empire as a master tactician.

And he wasn't so foolish as to fall for a curse triggered the moment the letter was opened.

No hesitation was needed.

Lenya snapped his fingers, invoking a spell.

In that instant, the forged letter burst into flames.

And with that, the heinous act of attempting to launch a blind curse attack against the Imperial Family was thwarted before it could begin.

A truly momentous achievement.

****

"You'll learn firsthand what it really means to make an enemy of the Empire! Kuhahaha!!"

The First Prince let out a wicked laugh.

…Completely unaware of how the situation had already turned against him.

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