I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

"Is it more considerate to tell her… or to pretend I didn't notice?"

That was the pointless dilemma running through my head as I stared at Miss Rubia's feet. …Not because I had any shady intentions.

Rather, it was to keep from having any shady intentions.

If I so much as raised my eyes slightly, I'd make eye contact—with someone unexpected.

Not with Miss Rubia, but with a cute little teddy bear.

Well, pajamas are a matter of personal taste. And considering how urgently she came running out, it's understandable she forgot she was still wearing them.

Actually, more than understanding—I was a little grateful.

Isn't that proof she came running out so frantically out of worry for me? That thought alone was genuinely touching.

'The teddy bear awakened the Sharingan.'

And not just any Sharingan—a pink one.

The thin material of the pajama top, now damp from sweat due to her weak stamina and mad dash to get here, subtly revealed what was beneath.

It would've been great if she was wearing something underneath.

But for whatever reason, she wasn't. Nothing at all.

The result?

A cute teddy bear plastered across her chest… now possessed a sudden, glowing pink Sharingan.

A Sharingan that—true to its name—confused the viewer's mind like a genjutsu.

It was, quite frankly, an act of visual violence.

"You're back? Everything okay?"

But Miss Rubia, oblivious to the catastrophe she had just unleashed, stood there with her crimson hair fluttering and an air of pure dignity on her face. It was tragic, in a way.

I couldn't even hear what she was saying. Hell, I couldn't even look at her face.

The art of concealment, they call it.

The human eye is a mysterious thing—sometimes, covering something up makes it more destructive.

She's probably wearing at least one more layer under that, and yet…

Physics be damned—it had more impact than if she were completely naked.

Like how a soaked white shirt can sometimes hit harder than an actual swimsuit.

That was the kind of destructive force she carried right now.

We're going to be in each other's lives for a while. So if anything "natural" or "healthy" were to react to this situation, it'd just make everything unbearably awkward.

That's why I couldn't meet her eyes.

Still, maybe curious about the new faces, Rubia kept tossing me questions.

Doing my best to ignore the teddy bear's genjutsu, I continued to answer her questions, introducing each person as casually as possible.

The companion of the erased Hero.

The woman once known as the Weapon Master.

The cardinals and archbishops of the Holy Church, whom we technically obliterated, yet for some reason now revere me like I'm some sort of divine being.

And finally, even the First Prince of the Empire.

And then…

"Huh? Wha? Ehh??" came the confused and broken sounds beside me.

Snapped out of the illusion, I finally remembered—

The Weapon Master.

The heavyweight cardinals.

And to top it all off, an Imperial Prince of an entire nation.

*****

Kidnapping the firstborn son of the Imperial Emperor…

Now that was the kind of incident that could only be described as catastrophic.

Even setting aside everything else, kidnapping royalty was such a crazy move that not even the infamous Black Fangs would dare try it.

I had just dumped all that info at once—if Miss Rubia hadn't broken down after hearing it, that would've been the real shocker.

Her knees gave way.

The moment I saw that, I rushed forward to catch her. And then—

Snap.

I heard a faint but distinct popping sound.

Something had burst open—and I didn't need to look to know exactly what.

Normally, that teddy bear and her sweat-drenched pajamas would've drawn all the attention. But now…

It was obvious.

The pajama top was never meant to contain that. The size mismatch was criminal.

It couldn't withstand Miss Rubia's... overwhelming and majestic presence, and the fabric practically cried out in protest.

With all that stumbling, running, and sudden movements, one of the buttons at her chest must've come undone.

Miss Rubia, still in my arms, glanced down at herself with a pale face—and that's when she realized it.

Everything.

All the embarrassing, shame-inducing moments up until now.

But what was done could not be undone.

The popped button wasn't coming back, and she looked up at me with teary eyes and a face flushed red with shame.

…Seriously, what are you doing, being this careless?

More importantly—why the hell weren't you wearing anything underneath that pajama top?

And the bottoms… That faintly visible white fabric. Wait a second…

Was that what I think it was? You were really wearing that?

I had a lot of things I wanted to say.

But then I saw her expression.

That trembling, on-the-verge-of-tears expression.

"P-please… help me…"

She asked in a voice so fragile, so shaky—it wasn't in me to turn her away.

So I shielded her exposed chest with my own body and, still holding her in my arms, began walking toward her room.

Babysitting.

It had been a while.

Handing her tissues, patting her head, whispering sweet little lies like "It's fine, no one saw anything."

Even going as far as fetching her a change of clothes.

A truly bizarre experience.

"D-did you… see anything?"

She hesitated, cheeks burning, after unloading a bunch of unnecessary TMI.

Like how she doesn't like wearing anything to sleep because it feels stuffy.

Or how she's always worn this brand of pajamas since childhood because the fabric feels comforting like a security blanket.

And how this particular pajama set was the largest size they made.

And that I shouldn't misunderstand—she's not a pervert.

After all that, she finally asked—cautiously, quietly—if I'd seen anything.

My head felt like it was spinning.

"…No, what are you talking about all of a sudden?"

I hadn't seen anything.

That thick white something that had shown faintly through her damp pajama bottoms? I had no idea what it was. Never even noticed it.

That's what I told her.

She smiled in relief—only to quickly remember that, regardless of that, her earlier embarrassing behavior wasn't going anywhere.

And with a groan, she buried her face in her hands.

"…Can we pretend this never happened?"

She asked, practically begging, eyes like a puppy that had just been abandoned.

Faced with Miss Rubia's pleading gaze, I sighed and nodded silently, feeling a strange mix of sympathy and resignation.

What could I say…?

She really was the same old dependable noona through and through.

Lien had, out of nowhere, started wandering around whistling with her clothes on backwards. And when Lucy saw her and began bombarding her with questions about her outfit, Lien practically broke into tears.

Then there was Miss Rubia, who had changed clothes and returned, only for everyone to suddenly clear their throats and avoid her gaze. Realizing the truth behind my oh-so-sweet little lie, she locked herself in her room, face full of despair.

Naturally, I had to coax her back out again.

There were a lot of little incidents like that.

But in the end, things were somehow—barely—resolved.

And so, we were finally able to gather the executive team and begin the actual meeting.

She still couldn't look me in the eye…

But at least Rubia wasn't still curled up in a blanket claiming she'd live here for the rest of her life, like she was an hour ago. Watching her, I finally spoke up.

"Figuring out how to deal with the First Prince is important, as is deciding on our next move… but there's something even more urgent."

As expected of Miss Rubia—the moment I got serious, she gave a firm little cough and leaned in to listen attentively.

Looking her in the eye, I continued.

"If any of this leaks to the outside world, we're done."

It was the obvious truth.

We had cardinals from the Holy Church cooperating with us.

We'd taken in a woman who was once the Hero's right hand and later turned into a corpse puppet by the Empire—and made her one of our own.

And yes—we kidnapped the First Prince.

Any one of these facts getting out would send the entire continent into chaos.

On top of that, the Prince's mind was deeply entrenched in magical defenses, and even with Aria's healing abilities, it would take at least a month or two before any real recovery began.

That meant we needed to operate from the shadows.

A location utterly secure. Completely secret.

Problem was, finding such a perfect place wasn't exactly easy. Which is why I'd come to Miss Rubia.

There wasn't anyone more suited for a job like this.

And sure enough, she didn't hesitate.

"Follow me," she said, already turning on her heel.

Where we ended up was…

"…Huh?"

A warehouse.

The same one I'd rummaged through last time while searching for cheap swords and expired potions.

I stared at Miss Rubia, who wore a self-satisfied grin, and at Rob, who somehow looked even more smug beside her.

Was the shock of earlier that devastating?

Had Miss Rubia's embarrassment fried her brain? Had Rob snapped from overwork?

I looked at them both with growing concern.

And then Rob, beaming with unshakable pride, said:

"Here. Try shaking this little guy's hand."

He held up a cute teddy bear—the exact same one that had been on Rubia's pajamas. Clearly someone's personal taste was being indulged.

I began seriously questioning Rob's sanity as I took the bear's paw.

And then—

Click. Clack.

The teddy bear, once soft and harmless, suddenly transformed.

It let out sharp mechanical sounds, its soft form unfolding, shifting, evolving.

In the blink of an eye, the cuddly plush was gone. In its place stood a massive, cybernetic beast equipped with a cannon, a particle blaster, even a railgun.

It locked eyes with me.

Green light flared from its pupils as it began scanning.

[Highest-Level Access Holder Recognized.]

Gone was the terrifying presence. The mechanical monster now rubbed against me like a puppy, purring in digital affection.

And just then—the entire scenery changed.

Black metal floors gleamed beneath our feet.

Clockwork gears, laced with gold filigree, spun in intricate patterns. Fuel made of glowing mana crystals flowed through transparent tubes.

The warehouse—no, the elevator disguised as a warehouse—shuddered as it began to descend.

And then, it opened.

A sprawling underground city unfolded before my eyes.

My expression twisted into one of pure disbelief.

"…You've gotta be kidding me."

Those damn dwarves.

What the hell did they build while I wasn't looking?

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