I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

"So, you're only realizing it now? You'll learn firsthand what it truly means to make the Empire your enemy! hahahaha!"

The 1st prince laughed in my face.

It was almost certain now—the information had reached the Imperial Family.

"His Majesty will be here soon, no doubt."

That claim was probably true. Though the Emperor didn't usually move personally, he wouldn't spare effort for something this significant.

Most likely, the full military might of the Empire would be descending upon us. The next battles would be far tougher than before.

But I quickly pulled myself together.

There was no point in panicking now that the situation had already unfolded. It was wiser to use that time to prepare a countermeasure.

Out of the question.

Aria hadn't fully recovered, and the clergy had already spent a vast amount of divine power healing her.

Siel, Lien, and the other elves too, were completely drained of strength.

I myself could barely stand—it was a miracle I was even upright. There was no way we could escape in this condition.

…We were cornered.

Completely trapped. If the Emperor did show up, as that bastard claimed, we would stand no chance.

But even so, giving up wasn't an option.

I clenched my teeth.

I gathered everyone, explained the situation, and prepared our defenses. We set up fortifications so we could respond no matter when or where the enemy struck.

And soon enough, we heard it—a thunderous noise.

Someone was headed our way. The sound was unmistakable. Our faces all went pale at once.

A maniacal laugh rang out.

As if mocking the fate awaiting us, the First Imperial Prince grinned unpleasantly and declared:

"Behold—this is your doom!"

And with that, a massive army appeared.

A rough estimate: at least several hundred enemies.

They were marching toward us.

But… none of us screamed or panicked.

Because, come to think of it—

'Those are just skeletons, aren't they?'

What was approaching us wasn't the Emperor's elite force.

They were just low-ranking monsters—bottom-tier undead from the Demon Realm.

I casually swung my sword.

All my mana, divine power, even the energy of the World Tree—completely drained.

It was just a simple horizontal slash, nothing special.

Yet the earth trembled.

A line carved into the world.

Following that single stroke, every enemy before me was cleaved in half.

Hundreds of skeletons—gone, just like that.

After the surprise attack was neatly dealt with—

All of us turned, as if on cue, to one person.

A man standing there in a dramatic pose, arms spread wide, smiling confidently.

"…Looks like they're running a bit late. They're likely preparing thoroughly for the rescue. Understandable."

That's what the First Imperial Prince said.

And so, a day passed.

Some goblins appeared, but nothing beyond that.

"They'll be here soon. I'm sure—just a bit longer…"

A week went by.

Despite the First Imperial Prince's grand proclamation, no one came.

Even the monsters in the area had vanished. No more attacks.

"……"

The First Imperial Prince was now sweating bullets as he looked at me.

It seemed he was finally catching on to the situation.

I looked at him and smiled sweetly.

Then I turned to Lien and the clergy from the Holy Church.

"This wicked, blasphemous soul seems in need of some… education. Would you care to lend a hand?"

It was obvious what their answer would be.

The zealots of the Holy Church, Lucy, and even the elves who had helped build our defenses and taken night watch over the past few days—

All of them, faces twisted like demons, surrounded the now-bound First Imperial Prince.

"W-Wait just a moment…!"

Naturally—

No one listened to a word he said.

*****

"You dare speak lies before the Saint himself!!"

Cardinal Dominic shouted, frothing at the mouth, as he smashed the First Imperial Prince's groin with his mace.

It was a pain that any man would instinctively flinch from.

But clearly, fanatics didn't care about such trivial things.

Honestly, the First Imperial Prince seemed just as crazy.

"It's not a lie! I never spoke falsehoods! The letter was definitely delivered! So why the hell—argh!!"

Even as his groin was being pulverized hundreds of times in real time, he kept up his act.

The sheer indignation in his voice when he denied lying didn't sound like acting at all—it was almost convincing.

And still, not sick of the beating, he kept shouting his innocence—then turned to me.

Looking like he'd just uncovered some grand mystery, like a detective in a crime drama, he gasped in horror and cried:

"You… you knew everything from the beginning, didn't you?!"

What an utterly absurd thing to say.

I didn't know how to respond—and truthfully, didn't want to—so I kept silent.

His shrieking mid-sentence like a girl was just too amusing. I couldn't help but laugh.

But the First Imperial Prince started sweating even more, staring at me with terrified eyes.

Even Cthulhu wouldn't elicit that much horror.

He looked like he'd seen Miss Rubia at her worst—same utter panic.

"H-However, that mechanical bird… only royals should be able to operate it. Which means… you planted a spy in the palace…!"

The man kept shouting mid-sentence, denying the possibility, insisting that there was no way something like that could ever happen. But his face and tone said it all:

He was convinced.

Convinced that I had planted a spy among the Imperial Family.

And honestly, I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

So this is what they mean by "a cow backing into a mouse and killing it."

I never imagined—not even for a second—that I'd make a spy out of a member of the Imperial royal family. I, too, had always thought that was impossible.

But now, it's about to become reality.

Once the work on that persistent bastard is complete, he'll end up just like Balzac.

With both the Holy Church, which specializes in this sort of thing, and Lucy involved, he's been holding out so far—but it won't last much longer.

Soon, just like he himself predicted, he'll infiltrate the Imperial Family as our planted spy.

A self-fulfilling prophecy, in every sense of the word.

"Black Fangs! Just what the hell are you…?!"

Grinding his teeth, he screamed again—only to follow it up with another agonized cry.

I paused briefly to watch him, then turned and began walking again.

Hundreds of elves.

The newly sworn-in leadership of the Holy Church.

Aria—who would need about a month of treatment under the Holy Church's care, but could now be considered one of us.

And even the girl who, before I realized it, had come to stand quietly by my side.

Looking at all that we had gained—and regained—I could finally allow myself a smile.

There were truths I had come to understand.

There were problems that still needed addressing.

But just for now, in this moment, I chose to celebrate.

We had completed what needed to be done.

It was time to return to the home I had longed for.

****

Meanwhile…

Rubia paced nervously, unable to stay still.

She was well aware of how odd it seemed—her, someone who struggled even with knee-supported pushups, worrying about that man.

But worry was worry. Logic didn't stop it.

She couldn't picture him losing, not even as a hypothetical.

But still… he'd been gone so long. It was starting to gnaw at her.

Should she try contacting him?

But it's the Demon Realm—we can't reach anyone there.

Wait… maybe he's already out by now?

But what if her message ended up distracting him? She remembered the time a message alert had gone off in the middle of a standoff, nearly getting her killed.

Her brain was spinning in circles with all these what-ifs.

And that was when it happened.

Footsteps echoed.

Murmurs rose beyond the window.

And in that moment, the answer became clear—

There could only be one reason for this commotion.

Rubia burst out of her room without even realizing she was still wearing her teddy bear pajamas.

Her utterly catastrophic motor coordination meant that midway through her sprint, she had to stop and gasp for breath—"H-aaa… Haaa…"—panting like she'd just run a marathon.

Even so, she managed to make it in time.

…And was met with an overwhelming sight.

Hundreds of elves gathered in one place—something most people wouldn't witness even once in their lives. Her mind briefly short-circuited at the sight.

But how long had she been with the commander now?

Humans are creatures of growth. And Rubia, once weak-hearted, had tempered her mind through rigorous training.

That's why she could compose herself now and, with poise and elegance, greet him—her vivid red hair fluttering dramatically.

"You're back? Nothing too crazy happened, right?"

But something… felt off.

There was a woman she didn't recognize. Not that it was a huge deal or anything, but it did nag at her a bit.

So Rubia immediately asked who the woman was. The commander's response was:

"She was a companion of the previous Hero, whose very existence was erased. She used to be known as the Weapon Master. I'd say she could probably take on three Sword Masters at once without much trouble."

…An utterly unbelievable explanation.

Rubia knew the commander wasn't one to joke around in situations like this. And yet what he said sounded completely absurd.

And then something even more unbelievable happened.

"W-Wait, that person is…?"

"Oh, those are people from the Holy See. They're staying temporarily to help with Aria streatment."

The Holy Church was here.

The very leadership of the Holy Church that the Black Fangs had brought down… had come to this place.

…And apparently, they wanted to help them.

She couldn't make sense of it. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

And then—her eyes landed on one man. Someone she should never, ever have laid eyes on.

Hair, gleaming gold like the sun.

Eyes, a piercing deep blue—the unmistakable marks of the Imperial bloodline.

Rubia's arm began to tremble violently.

She couldn't speak. All she could do was point a shaky finger in his direction, her mouth opening and closing uselessly.

But the commander, in stark contrast, spoke with his usual calm smile, as if it were no big deal:

"We've captured the First Imperial Prince of the Empire."

…And that was where Rubia's mental limits gave out completely.

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