I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 102: The Best Collaborator (2)

A mansion of unparalleled luxury.

The interior was so lavish that no one could help but be in awe.

Everyone would assume that the owner of this grand estate must be living a life just as extravagant.

But—

“Haa…”

Reality was a little different.

A teacup crafted by a master artisan, filled with the finest black tea.

Yet, despite such refinement before him, Kishua could only let out a weary sigh.

Because Black Fangs had not sought him out.

‘Why? Where did I go wrong?’

Black Fangs’ relief efforts in the slums—

Kishua had taken that as an invitation.

A silent message telling him that if he wished to stand alongside them, he should contribute to their cause.

And so, he had thrown himself into it with everything he had.

Ensuring the Empire never caught wind of his actions, he had successfully funneled aid to countless people, saving lives in the process.

He could say with certainty—there was no one who had accomplished as much as he had.

And yet.

Even so.

Black Fangs never called upon him.

‘…Was I deluding myself all along?’

Perhaps Black Fangs had never been looking for collaborators or sending invitations.

Perhaps they were simply helping people out of pure goodwill.

Like an artist painting without intent, only for critics to assign meaning of their own.

Maybe he had misinterpreted their actions.

Thinking back, Black Fangs’ movements had always seemed… peculiar.

The Black Market Terror Incident.

The slum relief efforts.

The Holy Church Incident.

Each time, they had produced results that defied all logic, shaking the world to its core.

And yet—there never seemed to be a clear, structured plan behind it all.

Maybe they weren’t the kind of group people imagined them to be.

Maybe they were just lucky…

‘No. That’s just me making pathetic excuses.’

Kishua let out a deep sigh, forcing himself to erase his illogical thoughts.

A reckless, impulsive Black Fangs? That was absurd.

The Empire was, without question, the center of the world.

Not out of patriotism—this was simply undeniable fact.

There was no nation as powerful as the Empire.

No country as advanced.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the world itself revolved around it.

And yet, Black Fangs stood alone against such a nation.

Not just resisting—but overpowering them.

Just because Kishua failed to understand their true motives didn’t mean they lacked one.

Just as an ordinary mind could never grasp the thoughts of a genius—

It was only natural that he couldn’t comprehend the grand vision of Black Fangs’ Leader, a being who had already transcended human limits.

In other words…

“I’ve been rejected.”

Kishua murmured, his voice laced with quiet sorrow.

That was the only explanation left.

He had poured out half his fortune.

Even now, he worked tirelessly in the shadows, spreading the faith of Black Fangs, sacrificing sleep to ensure its growth.

They had to know.

If the Empire discovered his allegiance, he would face severe persecution. That was why he had taken every measure to keep his involvement hidden.

But Black Fangs’ intelligence far surpassed that of the Empire. They would have uncovered every piece of information about him long ago.

Under the piercing gaze of Black Fangs’ Leader, the man called Kishua would have been laid bare, dissected and analyzed in full.

And yet, he had been deemed unworthy.

From the leader’s perspective, he was simply not worth accepting as an ally.

He tried to soothe his troubled heart with a sip of tea.

But, as always—

It did nothing to calm him.

Bitter.

It was unbearably bitter.

At nearly fifty years old…

As the head of the Arhangel family, he understood the importance of maintaining his dignity.

But time… time was cruel.

He fought desperately to suppress the tears threatening to fall.

*****

The work progressed smoothly.

Even for Dwarves, constructing an entire facility overnight was impossible, so I had been a little worried.

But they were far more capable than I had expected.

To deceive prying eyes, they first created a temporary façade, restoring only the mansion’s exterior, before diving into the finer, more intricate work.

I guess I had some semblance of a conscience.

Squeezing every bit of memory I had from the artbook’s settings and blueprints, I actively assisted the Dwarves with their work.

It was around the time when I was nearly done laying out the rough framework of the design.

As I lifted my gaze from the parchment, I saw Miss Rubia standing before me.

She looked…

No, she looked absolutely exhausted.

Well, it wasn’t all that surprising.

This recent ordeal had exposed Miss Rubia as the hidden force behind the entire potion business.

Most of the key figures in the potion industry had already been dealt with, but the emergence of a powerful monopolist had left many people on edge.

Naturally, there were all sorts of forces trying to hold her in check.

“…Don’t worry, Miss Rubia. Just tell me the names of the people bothering you, and I’ll take care of them.”

I’d use every bit of knowledge from my previous life.

I’d employ every means at my disposal to remove any obstacles in her path.

That was the resolve behind my words.

But then—

Hic!

A small hiccup broke the silence.

Miss Rubia, her expression filled with sheer terror, hurriedly rejected my offer.

Instead, she handed me something.

“R-really, it’s fine! Sure, things have been a bit hectic lately, but… I’ve come up with a solution of my own….”

It was a file containing information on a person.

“If I could just get one assistant to help me with the workload, I think I can manage. What do you think?”

That was her request.

I did want to help her, but…

I couldn’t help but be skeptical.

This wasn’t just about hiring some random person for a simple job.

The role she had taken on was critical.

A single mistake could bring ruin upon all of us.

The candidate needed to be not only highly competent but also trustworthy enough not to betray us.

And people like that didn’t just fall from the sky.

Without much expectation, I opened the file Miss Rubia had given me.

And then—

“……Huh?”

A dumbfounded noise escaped my lips.

How could it not?

[Kishua Arhangel.]

That name.

That name was far too familiar.

And the face in the attached photo—everything matched my memory exactly.

…A key figure in the Empire Revolution Route.

A noble who had served as the protagonist’s benefactor.

In the original story, he had been an ally.

He was supposed to meet his end in every possible route.

But somehow, with the story’s events thrown into disarray, he had survived.

The sheer unexpectedness of his appearance sent a thrill of excitement through me.

But I quickly forced myself to calm down.

Indeed, Kishua was an exceptionally capable individual.

In fact, failing to recruit this character meant losing any chance of entering the Empire Revolution Route at all.

But that didn’t mean recruiting him would be easy.

A notoriously difficult personality.

A pride as high as the sky.

And an unwavering stubbornness that refused to follow anyone he didn’t personally acknowledge.

In all honesty, he was harder to win over than some of the heroines.

So, I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up.

I shouldn’t—

But then.

[Previously suspected of secretly funding relief shelters. High likelihood of cooperation.]

That line stood out to me.

He wasn’t a bad person, but he was never the type to be a mere philanthropist either.

What could have possibly caused this shift in him?

I had no idea.

But that didn’t matter right now.

I spoke in an urgent voice.

“Bring him in. Immediately.”

****

Recently, unsettling rumors had been circulating among the servants of House Arhangel.

They whispered that their lord’s behavior had become… strange.

That perhaps, the Head of the House had finally lost his mind.

And yet, despite these murmurs, Sebastian, the butler of House Arhangel, remained unfazed.

It was true—the lord had grown somewhat gaunt in recent days.

But his duty remained unchanged.

“……”

A letter sealed with luxurious sealing wax, bearing no sender.

As soon as he handed over the letter, Kishua, the Head of the House, turned to him.

His gaze made it clear.

Leave the room.

With a respectful bow, Sebastian silently exited.

‘Rumors are just rumors.’

His lord’s essence had not changed.

Even someone like Sebastian, who had served this household for years, was not allowed to let his guard down around him.

Methodical. Calculating.

It was precisely because of this nature that the lord often overworked himself, sometimes ending up looking so haggard.

The other servants gossiped, claiming his recent actions were erratic and nonsensical.

But in reality, wasn’t that simply proof of his lord’s brilliance?

The fact that even those closest to him remained unaware of his plans only meant he had ensured that his affairs never leaked beyond their intended reach.

There was no reason to worry.

With that thought in mind, Sebastian continued walking, ready to return to his duties.

Until—

“YESSS! I DID IT!!!”

A bizarre, boisterous yell rang out.

From behind the very door he had just closed.

In other words, from the lord’s office.

But… why?

Why would the lord of House Arhangel let out such a crass and undignified exclamation?

Sebastian couldn’t comprehend the situation.

He knew he shouldn’t, but his hand moved on its own.

Quietly, he cracked open the door.

And then—

“I knew it! Who do you think I am?! There’s no way I’d ever fall behind!”

He closed the door.

He had no other choice.

If he had made eye contact with the silver-haired nobleman, who was punching the air, performing some crude celebratory dance, things would have gotten very complicated.

Expression utterly drained, Sebastian processed the situation.

So, in conclusion…

‘I might need to start looking for a new job.’

It seemed their lord had truly lost his mind.

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