I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 83: The Winged Union (2)

A building crumbles down in a heap.

The debris crashes toward me with relentless force.

Yet, I remain unscathed.

Before I even have time to think, my wings move instinctively. Emitting a faint glow, they wrap around my head, shielding me.

Of course, they don’t block all of the debris.

But that didn’t matter either.

With a stigma that could cure even incurable diseases, there was no way it wouldn’t heal a mere scratch.

The wounds close before blood can even flow.

In reality, I’m left both physically and mentally unscathed.

I push aside the debris that covered me, dusting off my hands as I step out of the collapsed building.

‘…What the hell is this?’

I stared blankly at what used to be the training hall.

All I wanted was to test it. Just once. I only wanted to try my strength.

But what the hell is this disaster?

Why did that just collapse out of nowhere?

It wasn’t supposed to crumble that easily.

The sudden turn of events left my head spinning. Just as I was pressing my forehead to relieve my headache—

I heard footsteps approaching.

There were only three of us in the mansion, including me.

“Huff… haah…”

And only one person would be so out of breath, struggling to make it here.

Sure enough.

Soon, I saw the familiar figure of my red-haired Noona.

Her white pajamas, damp and almost translucent from sweat, clung to her. Her red hair was disheveled.

It looked like Miss Rubia had bolted out here after hearing the loud noise in her sleep.

Her expression quickly twisted into one of shock.

A spatula, hardly fitting as a weapon, slipped limply from her grip and dropped to the floor.

Miss Rubia looked at the half-destroyed training hall… and rubbed her eyes, as if unable to believe what she was seeing.

When that wasn’t enough, she pinched her cheek hard… so hard she let out a little yelp.

Finally, Miss Rubia looked at me.

That look in her eyes.

How could I even describe it…?

It was the kind of look you’d give to a lunatic who had just demolished a building with their bare fists.

…Which was exactly the case, of course.

She already saw me as something beyond human. It was obvious what kind of misunderstandings this would reinforce.

I quickly opened my mouth, ready to explain myself to her.

To say that I was just a normal person.

To reassure her there was no need to be afraid.

But… the words wouldn’t come out.

It would be even stranger if they did.

‘I just demolished a building with my bare hands, but I’m a normal person, really. Oh, and I have wings, but I’m definitely a regular guy, so don’t worry,’ yeah, right.

There’s a limit to nonsense.

Even the typical reincarnated novel protagonist saying, ‘I just want to live quietly and not get involved with the original plot,’ sounds more believable than that.

So, I could only say the most suitable, necessary, and above all, classic response for this situation.

“…I’m sorry.”

Of course, just saying that didn’t magically solve everything.

I had to desperately calm down the frazzled Miss Rubia.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky, in a way.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Somehow, I managed to explain the situation and reassure Miss Rubia.

I guess I’ve become quite adept at calming down Noona when she reverts to a childlike state.

…Though, whether or not that’s something to be proud of is up for debate.

*****

It was a accident out of nowhere.

The training hall collapsed under ridiculous circumstances.

But fortunately, it didn’t escalate into a bigger problem.

There was no one around to get caught up in it, and everything stored in the warehouse remained intact.

And thanks to the generous funding my friend Asher had provided, repairing the training hall was a simple fix.

So, the real issue I needed to focus on now… was the change happening to my body.

‘This is definitely not some kind of blessing.’

The sudden appearance of the stigma.

At first, I’d hypothesized that maybe the God of Light had blessed me or something.

But it was time to abandon that theory.

The idea that the God of Light gave me wings and strengthened my body to this degree—

If he had the power to do that, yet stood by idly while the Holy Church committed atrocities, it just didn’t add up.

So, what was causing this change?

In the end, only one possibility came to mind.

Rank of ■■

The qualification to stand above anyone in this world.

This.

The trait that blatantly screamed, “I’m suspicious.”

The change in the rank of Emperor was likely the root cause of all this.

‘…Should I consider this a good thing?’

How should I put it?

It’s hard to say.

Looking at the situation as it stands, it certainly seems like a positive development for me.

I’d chosen this trait because I sensed there might be something hidden within it—and sure enough, there was.

With it, I was able to supplement the strength I had been lacking.

I’d never struggled too much with my lack of power since my companions were already incredibly overpowered.

But having my own strength up to par certainly couldn’t hurt.

However… I don’t know. Something about it still bothered me.

It seemed that even though this trait hadn’t fully revealed its hidden elements, my body had already changed.

Call it intuition, but—

It didn’t feel like this transformation was complete.

If that’s the case, then where does it end?

What exactly am I becoming?

As I pondered this, my head began to ache, and I let out a heavy sigh.

—knock, knock

A sudden sound broke the silence.

When I opened the door, it was Miss Rubia standing there.

I was planning to go see her soon anyway, but it looked like she’d come to find me first.

“Um… I have something I’d like to discuss. But, if you’re busy, we can talk later!”

I assured her I had plenty of time and invited her in, pulling over two chairs and setting up a space for us to sit.

Just the two of us, alone in the room, sitting across from each other.

A slightly awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

After a brief hesitation, I decided to speak first.

“I really am sorry for what happened the other day.”

There wasn’t much else I could say.

After all, I had just destroyed the building she’d gone to the trouble of constructing. She must’ve been completely taken aback.

“Oh, no, no, it’s fine! We can just build it again. Besides, thanks to your recipes lately, our finances are more than enough to cover it.”

Rubia waved her hands dismissively as she spoke.

All I could do was keep apologizing and thanking her for everything.

“Besides, I get that you had your reasons. Maybe you just weren’t able to control the strength you’ve regained after so long.”

She said it as if she understood.

‘Strength regained after so long’? What exactly was she imagining about me in that head of hers?

Part of me wanted to clear up her misconceptions.

But at this point, even if I said I was just an ordinary person, I doubted she’d believe it.

So I resigned myself and brought the conversation back to the original topic.

“So, the matter you wanted to discuss…?”

“There’s someone who keeps interfering with our business. But they’re a big shot… so we can’t just deal with them as we please.”

With that, Miss Rubia handed me a file.

Sian Ludbeth.

A familiar name and face came into view.

Certainly.

This wasn’t an opponent to be taken lightly.

Noble lineage, wealth, power—

He had it all. On top of that, he was an 8th-circle mage with formidable personal strength.

He was originally supposed to be killed by the protagonist, but somehow, due to a twisted storyline, he was still alive.

By now, he might have grown even stronger.

But…

A smirk crept onto my lips.

‘Sure, he’d be tough to handle in a direct confrontation.’

But if a direct fight wasn’t necessary, then wouldn’t that solve the problem?

Let’s make use of a bit of story knowledge from the original series. There’s no need to waste effort on a difficult fight.

I’ll just let someone else do the fighting.

‘This guy could be neutralized with just a few words.’

I knew a secret.

The Swordmaster of the Empire.

Sian had accidentally killed the Swordmaster’s son and then framed someone else for it.

So the solution to this problem was simple.

I’d just need to declare that if he kept interfering with our business, I’d whisper that story into the Swordmaster’s ear. That would be the end of it.

With confidence, I declared, “If that’s the case, you don’t need to worry. This will be resolved in no time.”

Miss Rubia’s face was clouded with confusion.

I began explaining my plan to the bewildered Miss Rubia.

…Or rather,

I was about to explain.

A strange sound echoed in the room.

The familiar signal of a communication spell.

The message wasn’t for me, so it was definitely something for Miss Rubia.

Sure enough, the face of Miss Rubia’s trusted informant appeared on the screen.

And the informant spoke.

—“S-Sian Ludbeth is dead! There was a mark beside his split body… with the name The Winged Union.”

Sian, that bastard.

Of all times, he had to die now.

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