I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 307

307. Commit a greater sin than anyone else (5)

“….”

“You said you wouldn’t abandon me.”

The members of the Lofty Knights fell silent, as if speechless.

Even though their tone and gaze were calm, contrary to what they said, they could not bear to continue their stubbornness. For some reason, Deon, who was watching, laughed as he stood up, just noticing the dangerous appearance.

“Am I that untrustworthy?”

“…That’s not it.”

“Then that’s it.”

Cleter, who was tidying up the blankets on the floor, frowned slightly.

“That’s not why we insisted on going in the first place, right? “You know everything.”

“Yes, I said so because I was embarrassed to be left with the demon lord in the demon castle where there are not many demons.”

“That can’t be true! Are you going to keep doing this, boss!?”

There’s really no way he ran for that reason.

It is not because the power of the ‘warrior’ Deon Hardt is unreliable. It wasn’t like I was just trusting a note I didn’t know who left.

Among the contents of the message, excluding the sender’s personal speculations, I came up with my own thoughts by combining the news received in the busy atmosphere of the Demon King Castle and selecting reliable ones.

‘At least it’s true that the captain personally participates in the war.’

You will find out about the Primiro Knights when you meet the leader in person.

The knights, who just wanted to reduce the amount of blood on their captain’s hands, looked for Deon Hart with the only agenda they thought they could help with.

[I heard that the Primiro Knights are offending the captain?]

[…Who did you hear that from?]

And I became convinced.

Once I found out that the information was true, what I would do next was decided.

[Please let us deal with the Primiro Knights at least!]

Deonhardt has had blood on his hands since he was very young.

This means that he was a child who was thrown into a battlefield and had to do anything to survive at an age when he should have been growing up by simply eating, playing, and learning within the walls of adults.

At a time when he should be growing mentally to prepare for the ups and downs he will face as an adult, he has started to waste away his immature mind. What is his condition like now?

‘During the eight-year war, we were powerless and had to rely on him, but now it’s different.’

Basically, killing someone requires a level of mental strength that even a trained general cannot overcome.

‘The limit came long ago.’

Deonhardt has gone quietly crazy, and the members of the Lofty Knights have been closely watching his every change.

In a situation like this, there was no way I could just quietly sit back and do something when an environment was created where I could help.

‘Even so, the captain’s condition is not serious right now.’

Previously, it seemed like we were moving steadily towards the end no matter what the mood was, but now it feels like the destination is just around the corner. The problem is that the destination feels like a cliff.

His aura becomes detached at some point, and the eerie feeling that runs down your spine every time you encounter it.

The Knights Templar instinctively sought a way to slow down his steps, and the current situation resulted.

“Captain…”

“…It’s a war where we have to kill fellow humans.”

“….”

“Why do you insist on participating in a war that has no benefit?”

“Then what about the captain?”

Milan, who was quietly listening, let out a rare calm voice.

As the captain said, it is a war in which fellow humans must be killed. There’s no way he wouldn’t mind.

“Captain, why do you want to continue a war that is not good? “How about participating in the war in person?”

…Deonhardt needs to kill at least one less person. Especially since we don’t know how to stop the captain.

Our insistence is done with Deonhardt’s tacit permission. No matter how hard they try, if Deon Hardt makes up his mind and pushes ahead, he will have no choice but to back down.

In such a situation, the only thing the knights could do was to relieve the burden on his shoulders even a little and hope that the direction of his steps would change or slow down.

‘If the weight of your luggage is lightened, your desire to rest quickly will also decrease.’

If the desire to rest decreases, you will have more time and you will be able to look around. If the surrounding scenery catches your eye, wouldn’t you be able to turn your steps toward an ominous destination that you don’t know where it is?

If, among the countless burdens piled on young people’s shoulders, we can at least reduce the weight that comes from killing people… Then, will we be able to see hope?

Even though I knew that nothing would change if I took a cup of water out of the sea water, my gaze with vain hope turned towards Deonhardt.

“….”

The red eyes that had been silent at Milan’s sharp question rolled to the side as if avoiding gaze. Cletor, who was looking at Deon quietly, let out a faint sigh.

“…We don’t know what the captain’s purpose is. “You didn’t tell me first, so I’m not going to ask.”

“….”

“But if the captain wants something… if he can achieve it and feel comfortable… he should achieve it.”

“Cleter!”

Milan called out to him in response to his back-handed remarks.

Either way, Cletor grinned at Deon.

“I want to add my hand to that, but are you still going to stop me? “I’m just trying to save the captain from having to worry about getting his hands bloodied.”

“…If you really want to help me like that.”

Only then did Deon, who had been silent, open his mouth.

Those for whom I am responsible for coming here with only me in mind. I can’t say they don’t know me. At least you should make sure until the end.

After naturally closing the window and making sure the door behind them was properly closed, he lowered his voice.

“After everyone, including me, goes out to war, let them come to the human world when the time is right just because they are worried about me.”

“And?”

“Can I go help the captain?”

“…no.”

Red eyes, embracing the warmth of spring, gently curved.

“You just have to hide.”

“…yes?”

“Don’t look for me again.”

You should live without making me feel even more guilty for no reason and without getting caught up in something more terrible here. You’re an ordinary human, right?

“What are you saying…”

The members of the Lofty Knights froze at the blatant remark.

They opened their mouths as if they would protest at any moment, but Deon, who opened his mouth one step ahead, silenced them.

“Don’t even go back to the demon world. “I won’t be there anyway.”

Even if I didn’t know what those words meant, I couldn’t.

A statement that brings out before our eyes speculations close to the truth that had been buried in a lumpy manner. The expressions on the knights’ faces turned cold when the truth, which they had ignored and hoped was false, was clearly revealed.

Someone let out an ecstatic voice.

“Captain…”

“….”

“No, right?”

Anyway, that ‘cliff’ doesn’t have to be a real cliff.

Deonhardt did not respond to their earnest gaze. He just rolled his eyes for a moment and then decided that it would be unreasonable to continue the current topic, so he casually changed the subject, as if asking when he had said something like that.

“But where did you get the information?”

“….”

“I don’t know about anything else, but you probably have no way of knowing about the Primiro Knights…”

How did they know the news that even I just knew?

What is… The answer is obvious.

In the silence of the honest people, Deon laughed viciously.

“Develania.”

A familiar name jumped out as if chewed.

In the first place, the document containing the news of the Primiro Knights was delivered by Develania. It is Develania who is openly wary and suspicious of me.

Since she was the only one who could make such a big move, Deon crumpled his face.

“You’re being annoying…”

“…Captain, that’s what’s important right now…”

Knock.

Just as the conversation was about to return to a difficult topic, as if to prove that they were not people to be taken lightly, there was a knock on the door.

Those who are silent look at one place at the same time. A calm voice continued beyond the door.

“This is Dernivan.”

“…come in.”

It came at the right time.

Deon shuffled through the papers on his desk and placed another on top, then looked back at the crazy dogs.

“You guys go out.”

“…I’ll see you later, Captain.”

The crazy dogs, who had been standing with dissatisfied faces until the end, couldn’t hold out any longer and trudged out, and Dernivan came in.

As if he sensed an unusual atmosphere, he glanced at the backs of the mad dogs with emotionless eyes, then turned his gaze to look at Deon. Without saying a word, under the persistent gaze, Deon calmly held a pen and scribbled something on a document, only opening his mouth after the door was completely closed.

“I was going to call you even though it wasn’t like that, but it worked out well.”

“….”

“You came because of the 9th Corps commander, right?”

Because the commander of the 9th Corps, who I had to kill with my own hands, went out first as an advance guard. The war is rushing toward its end, but you must have been frustrated and impatient as to when the opportunity would come.

I was just about to give him that opportunity. He said as he wrote down the order.

“I will place you in the same place as the 9th Corps commander.”

“….”

“As long as you capture the castle, you can kill as many people as you want.”

This means that it is okay to put an arrow in the back of the head of a guy who is so happy that it has been taken over.

Dernivan quickly understands the meaning and his eyes light up. Deon quietly studied his face as if observing.

…That’s what I said, but when it actually happens, you will know that it is not simply a battle between the ‘5th Corps Commander’ and the ‘9th Corps Commander’, but a battle between the ‘5th Corps’ and the ‘9th Corps’, even though it is clear that it will be a large-scale internal conflict. Looks like he doesn’t care.

This guy is really obsessed with killing Trover. I gained some confidence there and opened my mouth.

“I want to ask you something instead…”

“Please tell me.”

Deon raised the corners of his mouth in response without hesitation.

“If possible, I would like to kill other corps commanders there as well.”

I didn’t say that to Jaykar, who I didn’t completely trust at the time, for no reason.

What did he believe and didn’t hesitate to tell the 1st Corps commander that killing the demons was a priority for the corps commander? Now, no matter what anyone says, those who believe will follow, and those who do not will not follow.

Should we say that this is a situation where invisible factions are divided? It’s not clearly visible, but it’s a subtle feeling that may or may not be visible.

‘And I’m not just saying that to Jaykar, so it doesn’t matter.’

Aren’t you saying the same thing to Dernivan right now? Without even telling me that there was no such thing as an ‘ally’.

Dernivan, who was silent as if thinking about something, looked at Deon.

“Can we proceed with that after the castle is captured?”

“Of course I do.”

“All right. “I don’t have anything else to do.”

“Nothing.” “Go out.”

As a result, the 1st Corps commander was in charge of the post-processing of the Empire side, and the 5th Corps commander was in charge of the post-processing of the Sanguo side. After that, whether the two face each other or not, if we put it aside and think about it, all that’s left now is Rweche… I

paused for a moment in the order I was writing, tapped the paper with the tip of my pen, and called out to Dernivan, who had just put his hand on the door handle.

“Please call me Lirinel on the way. Secretly so as not to be caught.”

“All right.”

I could give her the same command. The only difference from the previous two is that there is one more to follow.

Deon licked the bitter inside of his mouth with his tongue. The conversation with her came to mind, and I paused for a moment to slow down and catch my breath.

Now it was time to say the promise I had received through my previous request and plea…