I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 209

209. Noli metuere (5) Deon

turned his head slightly and smiled when he saw Remember.

“As expected, you have a good sense of humor.”

“I have no choice but to know because you dragged me here to the grave where I had been going alone all this time.”

“….”

It’s just as he said. Now I am going back to the demon world.

Because I stayed in the human world for too long. The deadline promised to the devil is coming to an end. From the time he toppled the empire and returned to the Demon King’s Castle and let go of everything until this moment, the Demon King must have tolerated a lot.

Since we have never seen him explode, it is right to go back before his patience runs out completely in order to avoid unnecessary variables.

Deon, who was kneeling on one knee and caressing the tombstone, softly called out to Remember.

“Can I ask you one last favor?”

“Let me hear it first.”

“I would like you to remove that amulet, which has anti-corruption properties, in about a week.”

“It’s not difficult. “Originally, I was planning to leave right away, but I don’t have any problem with staying for a week or so, so I’ll do that.”

“….”

It was truly a dream-like daily life. Deon gently closed his eyes.

A peaceful daily life under the sunlight. Everything I had experienced so far felt like a dream. Every time that happened, the vivid smell of blood that hit my nose and the blood splattering on the floor brought me back to reality, but if it wasn’t for that, I might have mistaken it for a dream.

But that shouldn’t be the case. I gently clenched my fists.

‘It doesn’t make sense to escape reality when my sin is here.’

Don’t look away.

I lightly kissed the tombstone and got up.

“Remember.”

“yes.”

“I definitely want to repay the favor Remember gave me. So….”

“Esperanes will no longer interfere in the war after providing support according to the contract already concluded.”

Without hesitation, Remember answered straight away.

Perhaps the conversation so far had broken down a layer of the wall between them, or perhaps it was because it was truly the last time that the tension had eased, but the silver-blue eyes that always had a mysterious glow were overtly resolute. Deon found a faint hint of ‘compassion’ in it.

‘…sympathy?’

It was quickly hidden, but it was clearly sympathy.

Why do I feel sympathy when I say that? I frowned unconsciously at the incomprehensible flow.

Remember, who could easily read Deon’s intentions through his openly revealed facial expression, simply laughed instead of explaining or adding an explanation.

‘Sometimes what you don’t know is the cure.’

I definitely should have hidden it, but I made a mistake.

It was literally just a moment, but you captured it without missing a moment.

It’s strange that our guard hasn’t relaxed since we’ve been closer than ever for three weeks and now that we think we’re breaking up, but it was better not to get caught. Who would have known that I would catch that brief moment in the first place?

Deon Hardt probably thinks that Remembert’s sympathy has something to do with that comment.

But it was wrong. Remember was merely inadvertently revealing the underlying emotions that had always been hidden.

Therefore, you should not answer his questions now.

Anyone would feel bad if they found out that their relationship with one person started out of sympathy for the other person.

How would Deon Hart react if he found out? In a somewhat predictable situation, Remember smiled again with his mouth tightly closed.

…During my three-week stay at the mansion, during the conversation I had with Deon Hardt, there was a question about why he came to my mansion.

At that time, Remember answered:

[It was a coincidence.]

[…Coincidence?]

[Yes. It was just by chance that you caught my eye, and by chance I heard that the Emperor was looking for a butler for the mansion where Deon Hardt, one of the heroes of the Eight Years’ War, would stay, and by chance you applied for the position and caught the Emperor’s eye.] Coincidences come together and come together

. It was meant to be.

Among the heroes born against the backdrop of the eight-year war, a particularly young hero was bound to stand out.

‘Hero’ is a heavy title. In particular, the title ‘hero’ related to war is ultimately attached to ‘how many people were killed.’

How much hardship did I have to endure and how many sins did I have to bear to get to that position? Rather than admiration, I felt pity.

After that, I became a butler with the thought of wanting to observe him more closely… but the underlying thought was that I wanted to personally check and examine the condition of the young hero who was exhausted after walking a rough path and would continue to walk a thorny path. It is safe to say that their relationship began with ‘compassion’.

Even when he was a ‘hero’, this soft old man felt sorry for Deonhardt. It was a shallow feeling, comparable to pity for a beggar starving to death on the streets, but it was clear sympathy anyway.

If so, what will it be like now that time has passed and even the affection has been lost?

“If there is only one demon lord and he does not want to step forward, the only thing he can achieve by turning the hero into an enemy is destruction. “Even if I try to interfere, I will stop it from above.”

Now you have gone beyond being a ‘hero’ and have become a ‘warrior’.

Coincidences came together and became fate.

Esperanes, which has a longer history than any other kingdom, has many old books. Remember, who read many old books as a child thanks to the privileges of a high-ranking noble, now that he has gained insight due to his age, he has realized the intention of the world.

So I still sympathize with Deon Hardt. I couldn’t help but sympathize.

‘….’

This is not an explanation of the ‘compassion’ that was implied at first glance. Instead of an explanation or clarification, evidence was provided to support the previous statement, as if trying to pass it off as something that never happened, but even so, Remember’s words were so surprising that Deon had no choice but to ignore them.

His eyes widened slightly, as if he was a bit surprised.

“…did you know that you had become a hero?”

“If you wanted to hide it, you should have covered your appearance.”

“I wasn’t really trying to hide it, but… I knew it, so why…”

“Because there was no need to mention it.”

Remember smiled faintly.

Deonhardt is clearly a sinner. No matter what the past was or what the story was, when we look back at reality, this is an undeniable truth. I have no intention of denying it in the first place.

Nevertheless, Remember, an old man with a weak affection, felt sorry for Deon Hardt, independently of the sin he had committed. Since he secretly gave small amounts of help like this, pretending not to do so, it would be enough without having to say the extent of it directly.

“Anyway, it seems like you’re anxious, so I’ll give you the confirmation again. Esperanes will no longer move.”

But I can’t help out loud. Helping Deonhardt means taking the side of the Demon King’s army. Ultimately, it means betraying humanity, so if you make that choice, the kingdom will abandon this old man before it gets caught up in it.

You can’t be hostile. The kingdom would not agree to this, and more than anything, the dangerous young man in front of him had already entered the old man’s heart.

Like many older people, Remembert is also a step away from courage and seeks stability. It was obvious that it was a choice he would make.

‘onlooking.’

Sympathizing and taking action are two different things.

Moreover, what can a mere insignificant person do when the world has personally chosen him?

In any case, the Kingdom of Esperanes itself is a symbol of neutrality and neglect. As a person from such a kingdom, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to watch Deonhardt from a sideline position.

Collecting Cruel Hart’s body and granting Deon Hardt’s last request was the most courageous act he could have done.

“So what are you going to do now?”

Remember raised his head in response to Deon’s question.

It’s a later plan. There was nothing in particular, but…

“…it wouldn’t be a bad idea to compile a history book.”

“History books… you mean?”

“yes. Aren’t all kingdoms scheduled to disappear except Esperanes? In the future, whether the Demon King’s army establishes itself in the human world, fails, or retreats for a special reason, it will naturally be ruled by the devil. “There won’t be time to leave a record of this era, and even if we do, it will be quickly lost in the war, so this old man is trying to write it down.”

“…awesome.”

Of course, this would only be possible if Esperanes were to remain safe.

Although Deon, the general commander, assured that he would not attack Esperanes, he cannot guarantee that the Demon King’s army, which has trampled the entire human world, will not target the only remaining kingdom. Even though they both knew that fact, no one said anything.

Deon smiled mischievously, as if trying to lighten the slightly tense atmosphere.

“Please make me the main character.”

“…Is there any other main character in history?”

“Wouldn’t it be possible to leave the political history aside and write a novel in the form of a novel? “Did you say it was a lost history?”

“Or it could be kindness. I’ll give it a try. I wonder if I can complete this before I die…”

The atmosphere was relieved by Remember’s harsh words, which willingly accepted the prank.

Now it’s time to part ways. Deon, who said his final goodbye to Remember, looked back at the tombstone once again. An intaglio engraved in a fairly convincing handwriting caught my eye.

[Noli metuere una tecum bona mala tolerabimus.]

Don’t worry, I’ll endure the good and the bad with you.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to come see you again. Maybe I won’t be able to come see you until I die. That’s why I’d like to say hello in advance.

As it might be the last time, Deon smiled brightly as if he had no worries about anything in the world.

‘Hello brother.’

***

Deon Hart returned to the Demon King’s Castle.

It was his return just before the month he promised with the Demon King. Deon, who had no luggage and was going straight to the Demon King’s office without even stopping by his room, stopped when he saw Ed who had come to meet him.

“Ed.”

“Yes, Deon.”

“Tell this to Develania. “I’m canceling the search for Cruel Hart’s body.”

“yes…?”

This is the body of my older brother that I had been trying so hard to find. When he finally found a head, he even had an anti-corruption spell applied to it and kept it nearby when he slept. I don’t know who cast the spell, but whatever.

Ed, startled by the completely unexpected command, raised his head and looked at Deon. Without even having to look, I immediately noticed a difference from before I left.

‘…does not exist.’

It seems that he took a box containing the head with him when he went to the human world, but it is not there. No matter how you look at it, your hands are empty.

Did you lose it? If that were the case, a different type of order other than a search cancellation order would have been issued. There must have been an uproar right away. So you decided to give up on finding the body and just send the head? Or perhaps he came from the human world to find the remaining bodies and hold a full funeral.

Since you stayed in the human world longer than expected, it’s probably the latter.

All these thoughts came to me in an instant and were organized. Ed adjusted his expression as if he had done this before and bowed his head politely.

“All right.”

“then.”

As if he had nothing more to do, Deon passed Ed and headed towards the Demon King’s office without hesitation.

I’m not in a hurry, but I don’t hesitate either. He strode across the familiar hallway and reached the door, raising his hand to knock without taking a breath.

smart.

“come in.”

I went inside as soon as permission was given.

The Demon Lord, who was sitting at the desk as if he was doing paperwork as always, puts down the pen he was holding and looks at me. As soon as our eyes met, the eyes took on an unknown light and became curved.

“It’s very late.”

“….”

“I remember you said that you would bring the results when you came back and that the performance would be released within a month… It’s almost a month, right? “Seeing as there are no new reports coming in about Esperanes, it doesn’t seem like there are any achievements.”

“….”

“Did you not have enough time? “If the results are positive, I’m willing to give more. What do you think?”

result?

The Demon King, with his hands half clasped and his chin resting on them, smiled. Deon also smiled in response.

“Failed.”

Although it was only a moment, it was such a shameless and confident statement that it left the Demon King speechless.