I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 338

338. Before today passes (10)

“Where are you going?”

“In my room. “I want to change some clothes.”

The red eyes that read the warning in the other person’s eyes contract with a faint sense of death. Aside from that, Deon waved his clothes soaked in blood and rainwater with a nonchalant expression.

My eyes fell on the fluttering collar, and for a moment, a firm voice came back, as if I was not going to let it go.

“Are you here alone?”

“however. Do you have any problem?”

“…It’s been a while since I heard the news of each castle’s victory, but I haven’t been able to contact the other corps commanders. May I ask why you came alone?”

“no.”

“….”

“….”

Oh my god. Ed, who was being led away by Ben’s hand, looked shocked. The same was true for Ben, who managed to keep his composure.

‘What on earth were you thinking, Deon, giving that answer…!’

How could anyone not know when he says it so openly and crookedly?

All the demons here must have noticed. Deonhardt is connected in a bad way due to the loss of contact with the corps commanders.

‘no way.’

‘Daeon…?’

As expected, the surrounding demons noticed the unusual situation and retreated.

In a sharp atmosphere, wary glances are exchanged between the warrior and the 3rd Corps commander. Ashild spoke with a stern face, one hand on the weapon.

“Please answer me. “This is a very important question.”

“why. “Is this one answer the difference between whether I am an enemy or an ally?”

“…Idelia said something.”

There was something she said when she secretly visited me before leaving.

“I told you to be on guard if Deon returns alone or brings only forces that are extremely friendly to him.”

That was based on the possibility that Deonhardt was an enemy. No, I was almost certain.

[I’m saying this because you are the only one left in the Demon King’s Castle, but if Deon returns alone or brings only extremely friendly forces, such as the 11th Legion Commander, it would be better to be on guard. There is a 9 out of 10 chance that they are going to kill the Demon King.]

[…What?]

[The Royal Guard is not planning on letting the enemy reach the Demon King without any hindrance, right?] [

No, wait….]

At that time, Ashild suddenly became dumbfounded by the shocking information he received. And soon, he read more shocking information there and looked dumbfounded.

[Then you, Idelia.]

If we interpret the two assumptions she mentioned differently, it means that Deonhardt returns alive alone or only to extremely friendly forces.

So what about Idelia, who follows the Demon King as thoroughly as I do?

‘….’

Ashild knew her well as they had been fighting for a long time. I had no choice but to understand it clearly in order not to fall for her, who enjoyed using clever tactics.

Therefore, I knew that Idelia was on the Demon King’s side without a doubt, and I was confident that what she said was not nonsense.

‘That guy is not a demon who would talk nonsense in a place like this.’

Moreover, he is not the kind of guy who would secretly visit his enemy, the corps commander, and pull off such serious pranks.

“So, let me ask you again.”

Even though I clearly heard the last question about my safety, the image of him turning away without answering flashes through my mind. Ashild held the handle of his greatsword tightly and slowly opened his mouth.

“Daeon… is he an enemy?”

“….”

Instead of answering right away, Deon looked at the other person for a moment.

Edelia. The familiar name that comes out of the other person’s mouth awakens sleeping memories. He was one of the quick-witted corps commanders who was wary of me. It is not strange that this arrangement was left behind.

‘And… he was the guy who told Dan to pull out his tongue.’

When I thought about it, I realized that he was someone who pretended not to be and was annoying in many ways.

Of course, he’s dead now. I hope that death was not a peaceful kind.

Organizing my thoughts was quick. As if to announce the end of the short silence, the red eyes that held Ashild became even more beautiful.

“Why do you ask when you’re already sure?”

“…Then I guess I’m planning on going to attack the Demon King from now on.”

“that’s right.”

“The 3rd Corps plays the role of the personal guard that protects the Demon King.”

“….”

“So you can’t pass.”

At some point, its nature changed and it became more of an attacker than a defender, but in the end, the basis of the 3rd Corps is the ‘guard’. That’s why Ashild drew his weapon against the hero even though he knew he would die.

A great sword boasting terrifying majesty was aimed at Deon Hart.

“I give this order as the commander of the 3rd Corps. From this moment on, we define Deonhardt, who seeks to harm the Demon King, as our enemy.”

“….”

“Let all the demons in the castle know about this and prevent him from reaching the demon king.”

Among those who were dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before their eyes, someone hurriedly took out a communication seat. Deon, who was quietly watching this, turned to the 3rd Legion members and Ashild who were pointing their weapons at me.

The eyes scanned each face and then focused on Ashild again, and a relaxed voice that did not fit the situation came out.

“So, you wanted to spar with me before.”

It was really difficult back then.

I mustered up the courage to refuse, but he thought he refused because he was afraid he might kill me by mistake, so I said I would build up my skills to the point where I wouldn’t die easily and ask for another sparring match.

“I guess the moment has come now.”

“….”

“Have you worked hard to develop your skills?”

It wouldn’t take much skill to avoid being killed by a hero. There are even cards here that can turn the situation to your advantage. Deon lightly brushed the epaulettes attached to his shoulders as if checking them, and raised the corners of his mouth as if mocking them.

Ashild did not answer but looked back at his subordinates.

“Fall off and surround Deonhart.”

“All right.”

“It would be best to get far enough away to not get caught up in battle. Because I will do the fighting. “You just have to prepare for any emergency.”

He knows better than anyone else that even if he is a corps commander, he is no match for a warrior. However, if he was going to step down for just that reason, he wouldn’t have become the ‘3rd Corps Commander’ in the first place.

Maybe it’s because of the pressure of the other person being a hero, but a similar feeling as when crossing over to the human world makes the body become slightly dull. But right now, it was too much to focus on just Deon Hart, so Ashild swung his great sword without hesitation.

….

Deonhardt’s epaulettes contain an amulet. An amulet that imposes restrictions on opposing demons when they cross the border and enter the human world.

This was originally created so that the warrior’s companions could more easily deal with the demons, and the purpose was to ultimately make it easier for the hero to reach the demon king without interference. There is no way that the corps commander, who is one of the obstacles on the road to the Demon King, will be able to withstand a hero who possesses such an amulet.

Ashild could not hold out for long and quickly collapsed. One of the reasons for the quick defeat was that Deon, who checked the position of the moon mid-battle, pushed harder.

‘…It’s a mess.’

As I took a breath and raised my head, I could see the completely devastated surroundings, even though the battle had been fought under restrictions.

Well, how can you be fine when that great sword is swung with such force that it can even cut through space? Honestly, I didn’t break anything in this mess. Ashild destroyed everything. When the great sword I dodged accurately swept away the items on the stall, I thought it was intentional.

Was there some kind of resentment in the Demon King’s Castle…?

‘If the devil sees me, I’ll feel a little sick.’

No, you can just ignore it and say it doesn’t matter.

‘It’s none of my business either way.’

I erased my thoughts and pulled out the dagger stuck in the guy’s heart. I could see him not letting go of his great sword until the very end.

Those words just came out of nowhere.

“…a poisonous bastard.”

Even though it was fought in a situation where there was no choice but to win, it was a very difficult battle. It wasn’t the weapons or fighting style that were difficult, but the tenacity and poison. As a result, I suffered minor injuries all over my body.

It ended at a minor level thanks to the corps commander being on his guard, otherwise there were injuries that would have been dangerous.

…I glanced down at the wound that was still bleeding.

‘It looks like the great sword is loaded with magic…’

Or maybe it’s a unique ability.

Wounds heal slowly. I wonder if I should have fought while paying more attention to injuries, but if I had, it would have been difficult to shorten the time, so it would be better to be satisfied with this.

In fact, if you think about how he moved without thinking about his body during the battle with the heroes, he must have been very careful just to watch out for injuries, so even if he goes back, nothing will change.

‘I heard it was tricky as expected.’

In fact, Ashild’s weapons and fighting style were simple, but his persistent attack in a way that threatened to kill him together…

stopped the flow of thoughts.

Deon’s red eyes rolled to the side and as soon as he could see something, he immediately leaned his upper body back. Next, a large sword grazed right in front of his neck.

“Deon Hart…!”

The anger of the corps members who had lost their superiors was pouring out in this direction.

Deon, who flexibly avoided the spot by recoiling his body as much as possible, glanced at the sky, faced those who were glaring at him, and said with a shocked expression on his face.

“If you don’t attack, I’m willing to just pass by.”

“dog sound!”

“…I can’t help it.”

In the end, I have no choice but to kill them all.

I understand how they feel, but that cannot take priority over my position. The dagger was spinning in a sea of blood.

…Blood rose up to my neck.

Deon looked down.

How much is real and how much is fake? For a moment, useless questions crossed my mind.

‘I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.’

I walked away again, filling the quiet space with humming sounds. The corpses of numerous demons were hit by my feet, but I didn’t care.

There were a lot of stupid people who rushed at me, so I killed them again and again. Because of that, among the demons around, there were no survivors…

“Master Deon…”

…there were 0 survivors.

I turned my head, pretending not to see Ben approaching cautiously carrying a visitation bag, and Ed pacing nearby with a worried look on his face.

The two demons, who vaguely sensed the meaning of that action, stopped in their tracks. Ben looked at the wound with a lingering look on his face.

“No matter what, it would be better to heal your wounds and then leave….”

I know that there is nothing good about being involved with Deon Hardt now. So even now, instead of talking directly, I’m mumbling as if I’m talking to myself.

If you even talk to him, you will be seen as being on the same side and you will be killed by those who follow the Demon King. Even if you don’t mix it up, Deon Hardt will look like you’re on the same side just by looking at this side and passing by.

As Deonhardt, he won’t be able to stop the threat coming towards us, so it would be best to just pass by and pretend not to see it. Yes, I know what he means.

But still.

“The wound was caused by the commander’s magic, so recovery will be slow…”

“….”

“Treatment…”

“….”

It was inevitable that I would have regrets.

As I was repeatedly trying to rush out due to my beliefs as a doctor, but stopped due to Deon’s will, I heard a low voice as if whispering.

“it’s okay.”

“…!”

A whisper so faint that I thought it might be an auditory hallucination. But judging from Ed’s reaction, it seems he didn’t hear wrong.

Ben suddenly looked up at the reaction of the guy who raised his head in shock, but Deon had already left.