I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 291

291. Because I do not ask about my happiness (1)

Dernivan, who holds a useful position as the current commander of the 5th Corps, was not embarrassed or anxious by Deon’s question. He simply lowered his head as if in submission and spoke.

“There is something I wish for.”

Well then. The doubt in Deon’s eyes faded. What came to mind instead was a border.

“What?”

“9th Corps Commander… Please allow me to kill Trover with my own hands.”

“ah.”

Dernivan still couldn’t let go of his regrets about killing the 9th Corps commander. Is it because they are demons born based on wolves? The anger and hatred that arose based on a single-minded mind only grew stronger as time passed and showed no signs of abating. It was the same even if he became the commander of the 5th Corps and became busier than before.

How can I remain calm when I still clearly remember her last appearance when I close my eyes?

‘…Did you say that the late wind is scary?’

Once I started to realize it, the emotions were now so strong that I couldn’t control them.

So, he bowed his head towards the person who would be the owner, who exclaimed as if he had sensed the reason.

“It doesn’t matter who or how much Daeon kills.”

“….”

“I will just follow, so please give me the 9th Corps commander.”

From Deon Hardt’s perspective, it is a small request that is not difficult. There is no reason not to accept it, so I will definitely accept it.

‘Of course, I’m not sure that he had anything to do with Orel’s death, but…’

I know that the 8th and 10th corps commanders were also cleverly killed in different ways, and the 5th corps commander was no exception.

‘But unlike those two corps commanders, there is a clear cause for Oel’s death.’

Trover.

This means that there is no reason to target the person who ‘directly’ killed Oel and who is not even sure whether he is the culprit or for whom revenge is almost impossible. Even if the situation arose due to Deon Hardt’s instigation, wasn’t Trover ultimately the one who made the choice and action? He clearly had other options.

Above all, Dernivan is the type of person who only sees one thing. His field of vision was extremely narrow to see and evaluate a person he was not sure was the target of revenge.

‘And… I owe a debt to the Lofty Knights….’

When I rushed to find them for Orel to save a human baby who seemed to be dying, I said that I would definitely repay them if they saved it. And Dernivan has not yet forgotten the answer he received.

‘I asked you to take care of your boss.’

It was an extremely light tone, but that doesn’t mean I’m foolish enough to take it lightly. Their concern for Deonhardt was clearly sincere.

Therefore, Dernivan, who had been keeping an eye on Deon Hardt since the 8th and 10th Corps commanders died one after another, gained confidence through this incident and sought him out.

If you grant me just one favor, I will do my best to serve you.

“…First of all…”

Deon, who was silently listening to Dernivan’s words and thinking about something, nodded.

“I understand.”

“Then…”

“Then.”

Understanding and accepting are two different things.

He holds a glass and approaches the other person as if putting pressure on them. He looked into the eyes of the demon, who was silently looking down, and spoke as if testing him.

“How far can you go as long as I grant your wishes?”

“Whatever Master Daeon commands.”

“Even death?”

There was a pause for a moment, as if that wasn’t within the scope of assumption.

“I said, ‘Anything.’”

An unwavering answer came back.

“…good.”

There is no lie in the eyes. Deon took a step back as if to give himself some breathing room.

The loyal dog raises its head and looks at me, as if it wants a definite answer. I narrowed my eyes at him and nodded.

“Please take care of me in the future.”

“…!”

“I’ll call you if I need you, so go out now.”

I came here to rest in the first place. Sometimes I need time to organize my thoughts.

Before Dernivan could reply, he issued an order to congratulate the guests. Dernivan, who was licking his lips, apologizes and leaves the terrace. As I was walking out of the curtain, I felt someone stop as if I had seen something, but Deon didn’t pay any attention to him because he calmly walked away as if he had never seen anything like that before.

It was when Dernivan left the terrace after taking a short break to gather his thoughts that he realized what he had encountered.

“….”

“…Oh.”

Ed and Jaykar were right near the entrance to the terrace.

Maybe it was because he left shortly after Dernivan left, but as if he didn’t expect him to come out so quickly, he didn’t immediately leave the place even after Dernivan came out. He made eye contact with Edgar Deon, who was mesmerized, and turned his head in surprise. Jaykar looked calm.

There was no need to worry about where I heard it from.

‘I guess you heard everything important.’

You can tell just by Ed’s attitude. I can’t tell from Jaykar’s attitude alone, but judging by the way Ed was watching him, he must have heard the same thing.

“…Ed why are you here?”

“Uh…”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, just pursed his lips, but then his eyes rolled to the side. Deon found faint worry and guilt in the eyes covered with embarrassment and fear, so instead of asking further questions, he turned his gaze to Jaykar, who had taken a step forward.

He was coming towards me with a face that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about.

As the distance narrows, the tension in the air becomes more tense. Ten steps, five steps, three steps, two steps… A moment when the tension is so high that it wouldn’t be surprising if something happened right away.

“…!”

Jaykar passed Deon.

Pretend you didn’t see or hear anything and just calmly passed the other person and walked without stopping.

A small voice, like a whisper, remained in the place where he passed by like a reverberation.

“I’ll see you again soon.”

“….”

And then silence came.

Deon lowers his gaze as if thinking about something, and Ed, who is left alone with Deon, blinks. He also opened his mouth for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but…

“Master Deon.”

As Dan approached, he closed his mouth again and took a step back.

A resigned attitude, as if being pushed out is now a given. The red eyes that glanced at him immediately filled with sweetness.

Dan didn’t waste time talking about small talk, but presented him with the gift Develania had given him.

“Dvelania asked me to tell you this.”

“…Develania?”

Deon laughed when he saw the red hair tie. Unlike laughter that has no meaning, the hand catches it and holds it tightly. When I turned my head and saw Ed, the fidgeting demon felt his eyes on me and straightened his posture.

“It won’t be a problem if I go to rest, right?”

“Ah… Yes! This banquet will be held for three days, day and night, so you can go and rest freely and come back.”

Actually, it’s an unspoken rule to stay up late on the first day… but there was a lot of trouble and the book related to the most recent banquet was quite old.

Ed swallowed the useless information and nodded.

“Really? Then.”

Even if it didn’t work out, I was planning on going to rest, but it turned out well. Since I vomited blood in the first place, there would have been no one who could have tied me up here today.

Even so, I was tired because so much had happened in one day. After passing Dan, Deon walked past Ed and stopped in the same spot.

I felt curious eyes on my back, but I opened my mouth without turning around. A low voice fell out with a brief message.

“It wasn’t your fault today.”

“…!”

For a moment, Ed’s expression fell.

After Deon Hardt left and his superior went back to his room, Ed, who had nothing more to do, moved to a place where no one was around. Dan’s eyes followed me to the back of my head, but I didn’t even have time to pay attention.

And as soon as he was alone, he collapsed into his seat.

“…I’d rather…”

A despairing voice rang out.

“If you were a really bad person…”

If you were a heartless and vicious person from beginning to end. If that were the case, there would have been no reason to worry so much.

The lowered eyes wandered aimlessly.

“…That’s too much.”

The warmth and consideration thrown at me moment by moment makes me unable to choose either side.

So it was more difficult.

Ed doesn’t want to lose Deonhardt and can’t imagine the Demon World without the Demon King.

“What do we do.”

That’s why, even though I heard a really serious story today, I’m left wondering whether I can make a choice or not.

Deon probably noticed that he overheard the conversation. Nevertheless, he passed on without saying a word.

“….”

So Ed couldn’t move even more.

***

“Hello, Odeon.”

Deon’s face crumpled mercilessly when he heard an unpleasant voice on the way back to his room.

Develania appeared out of nowhere, blocking the path ahead.

“I thought you went in right away, but it looks like you’re going to rest now.”

“….”

“For your information, I’m on my way after meeting Myers.”

“…why.”

Even though I was tired, I didn’t want to deal with it right now, so I stayed silent.

Even when I am alone, I can carry on a conversation without any awkwardness. Deon, realizing that it would be difficult to ignore, raised one corner of his mouth.

“Are you trying to lure Myers away?”

“You’re trying to trick me.”

Develania smiled softly.

“I was just comforting a heartbroken Myers.”

“Yeah, if you have a conscience, you shouldn’t mess with Myers.”

Deon didn’t give up either, rolling his eyes and smiling.

“You have to lure a poor lieutenant to his death, and then touch the heartbroken superior.”

Do you think I don’t know that you tricked Dahar?

It was a smile with that kind of meaning.

Develania’s eyes narrowed for a moment at the perfect transfer of responsibility, but soon returned to their original state, pretending like nothing had happened.

“Well, I guess I should say I tricked him into doing this. All I did was list the facts.”

The adjutant moved because there was a good reason. If there wasn’t a good reason, he wouldn’t have moved no matter what I said. In the end, you are the culprit.

That was roughly the meaning of the statement.

Deon’s brows narrowed. He opened his mouth as if to retort something.

“Well, than that—”

Develania was quicker to change her stance.

“Did you receive the gift? I asked you to deliver it to Dan.”

“…Yes. The color was just like blood.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

I didn’t say I liked it.

But it’s too childish to say this out loud. Deon, leaving his inner thoughts to himself, lightly waved his hand to end this irritating conversation.

“Then I’m just tired.”

“I was rude. Please come in.”

Deonhardt walks away.

Devellania, who was looking at the back, let out a snort and tilted her head to one side. A seemingly sincere murmur followed.

“It’s such a waste to look just like that…”

I had a taste for decorating. I can’t do it anymore.

That was a bit disappointing.

***

Back in the room and alone, Myers thought quietly.

‘Is what Develania said true?’

A conversation with D’Vellania, who came shortly after Deon Hardt disappeared, comes to mind. It was safe to say that it was more of a one-sided transmission of information than a conversation, and that it was an act that added fuel to the fire of suspicion.

[If you think about it, wouldn’t it be possible to say that your lieutenant died ‘because he suspected Deon Hardt’?]

The content itself was nothing new. These are all things Dahar already said at the banquet hall. It’s not like I believe everything De’Vellania says.

but.

‘I have been loyal to the Demon King until now.’

Now dead and absent corps commanders come to mind. The current situation where the position of corps commander is left empty except for the 5th corps commander also comes to mind.

Deon Hardt, who gave orders to the 8th and 10th Corps commanders before their deaths, is now a clear suspect.

Then what about the Demon King?

[The Demon King strangled Dahar when he tried to say something. In the end, he was unable to speak until the end.]