I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 255

255. Is it me or you that killed my emotions? (2) I

have used up all my magic power and am at the bottom of my stamina.

Nevertheless, Oel slowly blinked his eyes in a strangely calm emotional state. The gaze that had been staring blankly into space returned to Trover.

“After I die, you will dramatize this situation to your advantage and report it to the Demon King.”

“….”

“Then naturally, there is a high possibility that the baby sent to the human world will also be in danger.”

“…It’s serious at this level.”

I couldn’t hear any mutterings about it being boring.

Although he is not the Demon King who would care about something as trivial as the life of a baby sent to the human world, we cannot be sure that he will not be capricious. OL has already put too much at stake to leave everything to such uncertainty.

furthermore.

“Even without the Demon Lord’s order, you can find the baby and kill him.”

I could see the body of the guy that looked like it would break if I hit it. It’s not an exaggerated metaphor. It was clear that his body, which was like porcelain with lots of cracks, would need a considerable amount of time to recover.

Therefore, out of revenge on Oel for ruining his body like this, he could find the baby and kill him. Maybe they touch the baby simply out of interest.

“Well…”

Trover shrugged. There was no denial.

Oel gently clenched his fists while lying down.

This is the life I would have lived if I had given up my baby. In other words, the life sacrificed for the baby.

‘At least so that my sacrifice will not be in vain.’

A more reliable defense is needed.

Of course, magic is necessary to use something from a distance, and now her magic power is running low…

‘It’s okay.’

This is because demons have powerful magical power that can be used only once in their life, regardless of the amount of magical energy they possess.

It is the purest magical power received from the source of demons and the most basic power that forms the body.

“Trover… you should be thankful that you can’t directly touch the other person’s life with magic.”

If it were possible, I would probably use it to kill you.

It’s really strange. They say that human magic requires a lot of money, but anyway, it seems possible to directly touch a person’s life, so why can’t magic work?

‘Because magic is all about indirectly creating a situation where you can die.’

Unless you can kill it for sure, it is better to ensure the baby’s safety.

According to common sense, witchcraft is said to be backward compatible with magic, but is this true? Oel kept asking useless questions until the end and drew on the magical power that made up his body.

There was no need to pray for long.

‘[I hope the baby doesn’t get sick until he becomes an adult.]’ ‘[

I hope he doesn’t get hurt, doesn’t get sick, and stays healthy.]’

All you have to do is live a healthy life. As long as I become an Eucharist safely, I am satisfied with that.

Trover, who noticed that she used physical magic, looks at her with suspicion. He didn’t feel a sense of danger, so instead of extending his hand straight away, he seemed to be debating whether to block it or just leave it alone, but OL didn’t care and smiled faintly.

‘ah.’

Your intuition tells you.

‘It was successful.’

The last spell was successful. The baby, who exists somewhere right now, has been given a sturdy, invisible defense shield. The moment it becomes an adult, it will disappear without a trace, but until then, no matter what happens, it will never be broken. That’s enough.

My fingertips are crumbling. After reflecting on the previous conversation, Trover belatedly realized the situation and looked bored.

“Did you leave something for that human bastard until the very end? A demon, and even a corps commander, is like a weak human.”

“….”

“It’s not fun.”

He clicked his tongue lowly and turned his head.

He will disappear anyway without even leaving a body behind. Ah, since it is not a demon made purely from the demon king’s magic power, there will be some remnants left.

In any case, Trover had no intention of looking at the unsightly state of a guy who couldn’t leave behind a proper body, so he forced himself to move his legs, which were shaking as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

It was when I took three or four steps that I heard a familiar voice.

“…Oel?”

…ah. Damn it.

The timing sucks. Trover was startled by the familiar voice and turned around.

I don’t know when he came, or how he knew about it before, but Dernivan was quietly watching the crumbling Oel.

“….”

He had the same expressionless expression as usual, and his eyes didn’t even move, let alone waver, but was it because of his mood that it seemed like a shadow had fallen only around the area where he was?

“…Oel.”

He walked slowly and knelt down on one knee in front of Oel. He grabbed his wrist as if he was trying to raise him up, but when he saw that it was falling apart, he immediately withdrew his hand.

OL burst out laughing.

“Have you been there?”

“…Yes. The order… has been fulfilled.”

“Yes, good job.”

“….”

He pursed his lips as if he didn’t know what to say, then quietly lowered his eyes. Even at moments like these, OL, who was amused by the clumsy lover who rarely speaks, giggled and softly called out his name.

“Dernivan.”

“Yes, Oel.”

There was no time given to talk at length anyway. He lifted his broken arm and brought it close to his face. Then, as it was clear that even touching it would cause it to break faster, Dernivan immediately tried to put her face back, but she was quicker to open her mouth.

“You should be the next commander of the 5th Corps.”

“….”

“And….”

Please take care of me.

A voice as faint as a whisper tickled my eardrums.

“….”

Are you asking me to take good care of the position of 5th Corps Commander or to take good care of the baby?

Dernivan, who had been inferring the omitted object instead of giving a hasty answer, lowered his gaze at the sudden feeling of discomfort. Oel closed his eyes as if he was tired of even keeping them open.

I reflexively raised my hand and put my finger under my nose. After a time when I felt like I was suffocating, I felt a faint exhalation.

‘It’s clear that he’s still alive.’

…Why does it feel like I’m already dead?

He quietly withdrew his hand. A suffocating silence fell.

The speed at which it was breaking became faster and faster, and now it was starting to eat away at my upper body. I need to say something quickly before it’s too late. Even though he knew this, Dernivan could not speak easily and kept his mouth shut, watching her body fall apart.

He was quietly looking down at the shattered remains, and suddenly his sharp eyes rolled to the side.

“Stop.”

“…Tsk.”

Trover, who had been quietly leaving, stopped.

He confidently turned around and spread his arms as if he had no problem.

“Why are you arguing?”

“….”

“It was O.L.’s fault? He stole the baby first and tried to kill me when I tried to report it. It’s not my fault. The reason is so clear and it’s already happened, so even the consequentialist Demon King said there was nothing he could do. You will pass over.”

“….”

“Originally, you deserve to die for helping to steal the baby, but since we’ve been sparring with each other all this time, I’ll keep your mouth shut if you just stay still.”

So what do you think? Are you planning on just leaving quietly?

he asks implicitly. Dernivan’s eyes calmed as he read the rest of the story without difficulty.

“…Did you say that Oel tried to kill the 9th Corps commander who was trying to report to him?”

“Okay.”

“….”

You lie shamelessly.

If that were the case, the incident would not have occurred in such a distant place, but rather within the Demon King’s Castle. There was no way he would have brought Oel all the way from the Demon King’s Castle to ask about the baby’s body.

The voice came out even lower than usual.

“…As you said, the Demon King is a consequentialist.”

“…? You can’t believe it…”

“So even if I kill the 9th Corps Commander, you will just get away with it.”

“…Damn it!”

Because the reaction was calm and emotional changes were rare, I thought it would be okay for Orel to die, but it seems that wasn’t the case. Now I see that guy has calmly turned his eyes away.

If I fight in this state, I will definitely die. Trover hesitated and took a step back.

“If you kill me, it could be seen as directly rebelling against the Demon King’s orders? You’re joining forces with Orel!”

“It doesn’t matter. We can just say that the 9th Corps commander, who was always dissatisfied with Oel, stole the baby’s body and mutilated it beyond recognition in order to frame him. He escaped from the Demon King’s Castle and tried to erase the traces. He even killed Oel, who noticed it too late and chased after him.”

“Oel and I went out to the Demon King’s Castle together!”

Was he always the kind of guy who would talk for a long time like this?

Trover made a tired face as if he couldn’t manage his facial expressions even though he was in a hurry to get the words out in order to survive.

“There is a barrier that detects entry and exit, so that doesn’t work…!”

“In that case, you can say that I summoned Oel using the stolen body as a hostage and bait. After we move in together, I will destroy the body in front of you and provoke you. After that, you will just do as I said before… Thank you for letting me know.”

“….”

The 9th Corps commander gapes as if speechless. Dernivan cast an indifferent glance at the man who was just sighing.

He would know. It doesn’t matter if the content is vague.

What is important to the Demon Lord is the excuse given by the ‘winner’. I don’t care if it’s authentic or not.

“And the baby…”

He turned his head and looked around.

The ground is turned upside down and trees are uprooted or broken and lying around as if hit by a typhoon. Trover followed Dernivan’s gaze and belatedly realized the devastated surrounding landscape and fell into a deep sleep. A dry voice continued.

“Suffice it to say that during the collision between the two commanders, they were torn apart without a trace.”

“…Damn, didn’t you pretend to be your lover to suit Orel? Now that Orel is dead, you can become a corps commander! It must have been annoying, but shouldn’t you like him instead?”

“….”

At first, it was right to match the rhythm. But…

‘I don’t know why.’

Dernivan lowered his gaze for a moment.

‘…I don’t feel well.’

Is it because I heard those words, or because I was trying to continue my thoughts? I slowly raised my hand and stroked my stuffy chest as if clawing.

Clothes become unsightly cracked and torn under sharp fingernails that I don’t know when they came out. The nail that was aimed at itself soon naturally turned towards Trover.

Trover was taken aback and quickly got into a fighting stance.

“Why why?!”

I know. Why?

I have an inexplicable urge to kill that person right now.

However, regardless of the impulse, Dernivan had to put back the nail that he had pulled out as if he was going to attack at any moment. Among the bullshit he spewed out, one word caught my eye.

‘Commander of the Corps.’

Oel asked me to become the next commander of the 5th Corps.

In order to do that, there must be no suspicion that he was trying to rebel against the devil’s orders. If Trover dies, no matter how perfect the excuse, it is inevitable that a speck of suspicion will stick to him.

There are more candidates for corps commander than me. In particular, Ed, the commander of Corps 0’s adjutant, is quite capable and is given higher priority than me for the candidate position. Moreover, just as the main weapons of the 8th Corps and the former commander of the 8th Corps, who have already died, do not overlap, it does not matter if the main weapons of the corps commander and the corps do not overlap…. ‘In order to

occupy the position of the commander of the 5th Corps, one must be as flawless as possible.’

Dernivan lowered his hand.

“…You said you would keep your mouth shut about me.”

“Uh…huh?”

“Promise me with the magic that forms your body. No matter what happens until the moment you die, you will never say anything.”

There was magic in the words. Dry eyes glow eerily with an unknown light.

‘This is…’

Trover realized. Dernivan handed out an invisible contract.

Short, bold content flows into my mind. If you hastily agree to something to avoid a situation and then reveal it later, your body will truly fall apart. You will die without even trying your hand at it.

So you shouldn’t answer carelessly, but…

‘Damn it.’

What can I do? There is no way to live right now.

I gritted my teeth and nodded.

“Sure.”

“…then.”

A contract was reached.

This is also a type of magic, so the magical energy has been completely destroyed, but it’s okay since magic-based combat is not the main focus in the first place. Dernivan, who seemed to have found the answer, took his eyes off Trover without any hesitation.

Even though the sight was slowly moving away, he paid no attention and only focused on the remains of OEL.

The mouth, which seemed like it would never open for the rest of its life, slowly opened only after Trover was far enough away that he could no longer feel it.

“I’m just saying this now.”

A voice that was different from usual came out.

“You made a foolish choice.”

Looking down at the wreckage that no longer asked ‘Why?’, Dernivan muttered under his breath.

“Just… you give up your life for something like that.”

The words that came out in a whisper were too late.

It was a tiny human baby, not even a demon. A weak thing whose life comes and goes even in the cold wind.

The corps commander was not worth sacrificing his life at all.

“Why…”

It’s not like he died instead of someone important to protect. At least he didn’t die on behalf of the same demon.

The blood on the floor felt dirty again, as if it came from someone. A monster resembling a crow from the human world hovered overhead as if it was aiming for her remains.

It looks incredibly shabby.

He was such a brilliant being, but what kind of emotion was that?