I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 90: The Holy Sword, and the Oath (6)

Chapter 90: The Holy Sword, and the Oath (6)

‘So... what exactly am I looking at right now?’

A dizzying sight unfolds before my eyes, one that makes my head spin just by looking at it.

A line of dwarves standing in single file.

They’re waiting their turn to draft contracts.

Curious about where they managed to get those contracts, I took a closer look and spotted the seal of the Holy Church.

It seemed to be an item once used to control test subjects.

Not wanting me to stand, Lucy had fetched an elegant black chair from somewhere.

Seated comfortably, I casually skimmed through the contract’s clauses.

Of course, who else but the Holy Church?

The contract, already heinous, had been made even more despicable.

Originally, breaking the rules came with a heavy cost—having one’s heart pierced by the sword of the contract.

But they’d strengthened it further by involving demons.

Now, breaking the rules didn’t simply result in death; the violator’s soul would be handed over to a demon, condemned to suffer even in the afterlife.

‘These bastards really have a knack for being thorough, don’t they?’

It made me wonder if they had struck a deal with the demons while drafting the contract.

The clauses even specified that if a slave’s soul was transferred to a demon, the demon would, in return, provide power to the master.

The more I read, the more horrifying it became.

A contract riddled with poison clauses.

Anyone bound by this agreement would live a life treated worse than a pet.

“This… this is too much, isn’t it?”

A voice spoke up, trembling and faint.

Though it seemed angry, it couldn’t express its fury outright.

The mix of awe and fear in those eyes…

I could roughly guess what this dwarf thought of me.

And… I couldn’t even deny it.

It wasn’t intentional, but anyone looking at me now would mistake me for the big boss of some villainous organization.

Calmly orchestrating absurdity from an elegant black chair.

If someone didn’t misunderstand, that would be the strange part.

‘But now, it’s too awkward to explain that this is all just a misunderstanding.’

Lucy’s argument had been convincing enough.

Her methods were rough, but I agreed that these dwarves couldn’t be left unchecked.

If I let these weapon-smithing dwarves roam free, they would undoubtedly cause trouble for others down the line.

So, pulling them to our side and making them work for us was the better option.

Thus, I spoke.

“Don’t worry. This contract is merely a precaution. I will not use it to oppress you unfairly.”

I said this with a kind smile, trying to reassure them.

But the dwarf recoiled in fear and shouted.

“I-I’m not doubting you! I wasn’t saying I didn’t trust you! Please, spare me!”

His face turned pale.

As I reached out to hold his trembling hand—

“Ugh!”

With a faint gasp, the dwarf collapsed.

The sudden turn of events startled me, but I calmly checked his condition.

Thanks to unintended experience from Miss Rubia, I knew what to do.

He wasn’t dead, just fainted from sheer terror.

Thank goodness.

It was a relief… but not entirely.

“Did… did you see that?!”

“He knocked him out without even lifting a finger….”

“He didn’t even use magic….”

The murmurs of the dwarves didn’t sound reassuring.

The words I had spoken to calm them had backfired spectacularly.

They now saw me as someone so powerful, I could kill with overwhelming presence alone.

Among the dwarves, my reputation had morphed into something akin to a monstrous being with an instant-death cheat skill.

Some even began spreading wild rumors that I might be the boss of the “Black Fangs.”

Annoyed, I stopped enhancing my hearing with magic.

I had been amplifying it to catch whispers of escape plans, but now, no one even dared to utter the word “escape.”

Resistance was no longer on the table.

No one who opposed the Black Fangs had ever come out unscathed.

If even the Holy Church had fallen, what hope did they have?

That was the only kind of chatter I kept hearing.

The dwarves quickly became obedient.

The truly wretched ones even signed the accursed slave contracts, groveling and calling it an honor to serve me.

“…As expected of my lord. I could only control them with violence, but you command them with sheer dignity.”

Even Lucy couldn’t miss the chance to flatter me.

…No, on second thought, it didn’t sound like flattery.

The sparkle in her eyes made it clear—this wasn’t just empty words.

This naive girl truly believed I had orchestrated all of this with precise calculation and intent.

What in the world does she think I am?

I just came to the blacksmith’s district to find a single item.

I never had some grand purpose of reforming dwarves who had abandoned righteousness and morality!

Such thoughts surged to my throat, but I held them back.

Instead, I gave one final piece of advice.

“Try to use more peaceful methods from now on.”

There was no turning back now.

The best course was to think positively.

After all…

Whether you buy equipment from a blacksmith or force them at swordpoint to make it for you,

as long as the results are good, does it really matter?

It’s all for saving the world, isn’t it?

****

As the incident wrapped up to some extent…

I gave the dwarves orders to stand by and started walking toward our destination with Lucy.

Somehow, along the way, I ended up collecting about a hundred dwarf slaves in a grand detour.

But the primary reason I came here was to retrieve the holy sword, after all.

‘…This place has become so much more extravagant than it was ten years ago.’

Before I knew it, we arrived at Rob’s forge.

Even in the previous timeline, it boasted a fancy exterior, but compared to now, that was like comparing a drop to the ocean.

This wasn’t a forge anymore—it was practically a mansion.

The building was gilded.

Decorative fountains and statues adorned the surroundings.

The scale of wealth poured into this place was unimaginable.

Well, it would have been stranger if he hadn’t made money.

Rob, the blacksmith.

The dwarf to whom I had entrusted the repair of the holy sword.

His defining trait was his love for money.

In the previous timeline, while other dwarves would stubbornly say things like, “I only take commissions from those I respect,” Rob had one simple, consistent criterion for his clients:

Money.

Overwhelming amounts of money.

As long as you paid enough, he didn’t care if you were a saint or a villain.

His skills were among the best even among dwarves, so naturally, after working for over a decade, he had become incredibly wealthy.

‘…It feels like he’s partly responsible for why so many dwarves have lost their way.’

I had wondered why those once-proud craftsmen had turned out like this. It seemed Rob’s influence had played a significant role in turning this place into a mercenary’s playground.

It was only natural to feel envious when some dwarves wallowed in poverty and discrimination while others, like Rob, basked in luxury on their piles of gold.

Eventually, even pride gives way, and thoughts of abandoning everything to earn like him start to creep in.

“Ah, our esteemed customer has arrived.”

While I mulled over these thoughts, Rob opened the front door and greeted us warmly.

His outfit was as lavish as his mansion.

From his suit to his watch, it was a parade of luxury, as though he were wearing his mansion.

We followed Rob inside. Without guidance, it would’ve been easy to get lost in a place this massive.

After walking for quite a while, we arrived at the reception room.

Luxurious tea was served, and we sank into plush sofas.

After a few minutes, Rob reappeared.

“What do you think? I’d say it turned out rather well.”

With those words, Rob revealed the holy sword.

A smile naturally formed on my face.

I hadn’t expected much when he mentioned only partial success with the repairs. But this exceeded expectations.

The sword, once broken in two and hardly worthy of the name, had been completely transformed.

Though slightly shorter, it had been reborn as a respectable blade.

Rob had certainly delivered more than what he was paid for.

As I admired the repaired holy sword, Rob cautiously began to speak.

“To be honest, if I’d had more time and resources, I could’ve made it perfect. It’s a bit of a shame.”

His tone was blatantly suggestive.

His glances at me made his intentions crystal clear.

After some thought, I finally opened my mouth.

“If there’s something you need, let me know. If it’s for the complete repair of the sword, I’m willing to provide whatever’s lacking.”

Knowing Rob’s nature, he’d likely come up with all sorts of excuses to squeeze more money out of me.

But considering the value of the holy sword, it was worth it. Money wasn’t an issue when it practically duplicated itself in real-time.

No sooner had I finished speaking than Rob eagerly unfolded a map and began explaining.

“A material capable of holding the mysteries of artifacts—that’s all I need to complete the repairs perfectly.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Adamantium.

With adamantium, the repairs could be perfected.

Pointing to a location on the map, he explained the whereabouts of the vein.

In this situation, there was only one thing for me to say.

“Oh dear, so the reason you couldn’t finish the repairs was due to a lack of adamantium. By the way, do you have a mother?”

As a gamer, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize that location on the map.

There’s no vein there.

Only a dangerous ruin where an ancient dragon sleeps.

“In the last ten years, you’ve honed your forging skills, but your tricks haven’t changed at all, have they?”

Sweat trickled down Rob’s neck.

He quickly began preparing for battle.

Even deploying artifacts, he fortified his defenses entirely.

But it was already too late.

‘If only you had quietly taken the money and done the work.’

I’m no slaver.

I didn’t come here to kidnap anyone.

But, well, the first time is always hard. After that, it’s not such a big deal.

I glanced at Lucy.

Though I had advised her earlier to avoid solving everything with violence…

I rescind that advice.

Communication seemed impossible with dwarves, perhaps because they’re another species. What else can I do?

“Lucy, could you teach him some manners?”

It was time to employ more effective communication methods.

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