I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 103: Fire-Attribute Elf

The work was progressing more smoothly than I could have hoped.

Since my drawing skills weren’t exactly top-notch, I was worried that my bizarre blueprint would be incomprehensible.

Yet, the dwarves understood my crude sketches as if they were crystal clear.

On top of that, the newly recruited Kishua efficiently concealed the large-scale construction and ensured a steady supply of materials, accelerating the progress of the work to an almost unbelievable speed.

However…

My expression remained far from cheerful.

Of course, recruiting Kishua was undoubtedly a good thing.

“It’s an honor to meet you!”

“To think you’ve so easily obtained the magic train technology that no other nation could steal…”

“As expected, you are…!”

His loyalty was so unwavering that I almost wondered if I had some kind of favorability cheat activated.

He treated me with unwavering respect, fussing over my every move and showering me with praise. It would be a lie to say it wasn’t a little overwhelming.

Still, having a highly capable person follow me so faithfully and show me such admiration wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

Yet, the reason I couldn’t simply be happy about it… was because his very survival was proof that the original storyline had been completely derailed.

‘Because in every single route, he was supposed to die.’

Even in the “Empire Revolution Route,” where Kishua collaborated with the protagonist to incite a revolution against the empire, he ultimately sacrificed himself as a decoy to protect the protagonist.

In other routes, he attempted the revolution alone, only to fail and meet his end.

That was precisely why I had never actively sought him out, despite knowing how competent he was.

‘I already knew something was wrong with the protagonist…’

Even without interacting with the protagonist, Kishua was supposed to start a revolution on his own, fail, and die.

That was how things were supposed to be.

And yet, Kishua was alive and well, with all his limbs intact.

At this point, I couldn’t even begin to guess how much the original story had been twisted.

But that wasn’t the only problem.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out an artifact.

A pendulum-shaped dowsing tool.

At its end was a Guidance Stone.

This was an item I had obtained from Rob after taking ownership of it. Its usage was incredibly simple: just say the name of the person you’re searching for, and the Guidance Stone would point in their direction.

“I want to find the Saintess, Yuli.”

I muttered once again.

She was the person I originally intended to recruit as a companion.

The protagonist’s daughter and a saintess.

But… the Guidance Stone didn’t move an inch.

I had been trying since yesterday, yet it remained completely still.

It was a one-time-use item, so I thought maybe it had already lost its function. But no, the mystical energy was still intact.

And yet, it wasn’t working.

That meant only two possibilities.

Either she was being hidden by a force stronger than the artifact’s power—

Or she no longer existed in this world.

Either way, one thing was certain—this situation had just gotten far more troublesome.

‘The more I learn, the more questions I have.’

Kishua’s survival. Yuli’s whereabouts. The hero whose existence had been erased.

The more information I gathered, the less sense the events of ten years ago made.

‘…It might be time to make a decision.’

I couldn’t just leave the unknown as it was.

Of course, building up strength to prepare for impending destruction was important.

But blindly accumulating power without knowing what I was up against was foolish.

I needed to find out what happened ten years ago.

Why the Holy Sword was corrupted.

What had happened to my predecessor.

I had already suspected the answer for some time.

I had just been avoiding it because of the risks involved.

‘But I can’t keep running from danger forever.’

I was more than prepared.

The person I was now was completely different from who I had been a few months ago.

I still had to engrave the cursed sigil on myself. And since we needed to leave someone behind to protect the non-combatants, Lucy couldn’t be deployed this time.

But with just myself, Siel, and Lien, we could handle most dangers.

I recalled something I had once heard at the Black Market.

“This is a cursed sword found in the Demonic Realm. I wonder what kind of tragic history a demon sword that radiates such wicked energy must hold…”

The other half of the Holy Sword.

The memories of the protagonist’s final moments, engraved into the land.

The truth behind the Holy Sword’s corruption.

To uncover them, I had no choice but to take the risk.

At this moment, there was only one thing for me to do.

Resolving myself, I rose from my seat.

The destination for my next journey was decided.

*****

“…So, why did you summon me?”

Deep in the heart of the Great Forest—

The First Prince asked with a disgruntled expression.

Even if the old man before him was supposedly the chieftain of the elves, there was no reason for him to show respect.

Elves were nothing more than an inferior race, bound to the World Tree, unable to move freely.

Why should he show deference to the representative of such a lowly breed? Normally, he and the chieftain weren’t even of a status where they could sit and have a conversation.

And yet, the First Prince was exercising patience for one reason—the Black Fangs.

‘The witness testimonies keep mentioning pointed ears. That part bothers me.’

His utterly worthless younger sister had brought this up during the meeting.

At first, he had mocked her ignorance, scoffing at the idea—everyone knew that elves couldn’t survive away from the World Tree. Was her brain even functioning properly?

But surprisingly, she was right.

It had just been a casual attempt, but the chieftain had spoken.

If there truly was a monster capable of surviving away from the World Tree, then he had a suspicion of who it might be. And if that was the one they were looking for, he was more than willing to cooperate.

After all, that creature had elven blood running through its veins. With enough time, a ritual could be conducted to pinpoint its location.

But today wasn’t the day for results.

Even if the ritual progressed more smoothly than expected and revealed the location of Siel, the half-elf—

That information could simply be passed along.

There was no need to waste his precious time summoning him to the Great Forest in person.

“Since you’ve wasted my time, you’d better have a reason worthy of calling me here.”

“O-of course!”

The white-haired chieftain answered in a trembling voice, shrinking under the oppressive killing intent radiating from the First Prince. His face pale, he continued speaking.

“It’s true that the ritual is still ongoing… but we don’t actually need it to capture them.”

“You can locate them without the ritual?”

“Y-yes! Not only that, but we also have a way to lure them here.”

The elven chieftain spoke.

Today.

Siel would come to the Great Forest.

All they had to do was wait and capture her the moment she arrived.

The overwhelming bloodlust in the air—

A situation where his head could roll at any moment if he misspoke. Yet, the conviction in the chieftain’s eyes was unmistakable.

And it would have been stranger if it wasn’t.

Siel always visited the Great Forest on the anniversary of her mother’s death.

‘That wretch still believes her mother’s grave is here.’

Even if it wasn’t by her own will, she had still mingled with a demon—a filthy whore who defiled their race’s honor, birthing a cursed abomination in the process.

The chieftain banished them both.

Elves couldn’t survive away from the World Tree, so it was, in effect, a death sentence.

Yet, years later… the monster returned, still alive, cradling its mother’s corpse.

‘Even if I was never meant to exist… my mother wasn’t the same. She shouldn’t be denied her rest in the arms of the World Tree because of me.’

Barely clinging to life, the creature had begged for her to be buried according to tradition, near the World Tree.

‘Well, not that the whore’s body is actually here.’

If she had already shamed their race, she should have at least died quietly.

Instead, she had the audacity to give birth to a half-breed and then insist on raising it. A disgrace to their kind—there was no reason to grant her such a privilege.

The chieftain, repulsed by the sightless corpse, had ordered it to be disposed of in the most fitting place.

By now, her remains had long since become a monster’s meal somewhere in the Demonic Realm.

But…

‘That creature doesn’t know the truth.’

Perhaps it never even understood the meaning of banishment.

That cursed thing still sneaked into the World Tree’s territory, whispering reports to her dead mother.

The way the monster clumsily fabricated emotions, pretending to mourn, was utterly disgusting and detestable.

But this time—this time, it worked in their favor.

The chieftain smirked.

“Are you certain?”

“Of course! I guarantee it. That wretched monster will come to the Great Forest today.”

“Would you stake your life on it?”

It was a chilling voice.

The First Prince was infamous for his vicious temper and cruelty toward subordinates. It was no surprise that he would pose such a deadly question.

But the chieftain didn’t hesitate—he nodded firmly.

This had happened every single time. There was no reason for today to be an exception.

In fact, it was a golden opportunity. A chance to make a name for himself.

And he believed that with absolute conviction.

*****

“Siel, do you have any plans today?”

“I do.”

“Oh? Really? Is it something important? I was thinking of taking you on a three-night, four-day trip. Should we push the plans back a little?”

“…Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t have anything planned.”

“Let’s leave right away.”

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