I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 347

347. Later story (1)

The demon world did not occupy the human world.

They withdrew from the human world without leaving any troops behind, having completely breached all the strongholds that the three major countries of the human world had held up as their last strongholds.

Humanity, who had been crouching and guarding in an incomprehensible situation, slowly raised their heads as time passed and nothing happened, and soon they were able to understand the reason.

It was an internal dispute.

“Legion commanders were killed in droves, right?”

“okay. “They said the scars were the kind that could never come from fighting with humans.”

“There is internal strife even among the demons. “It’s amazing.”

Two people sitting against a nearby tree outside the bar were chatting while tipping bottles. Snacks include world events, the Demon World, and Deonhardt.

While they were excitedly chewing and nibbling their snacks and chatting, one person who was tilting the bottle stopped for a moment and frowned. At the same time, the eyes of the person next to him turned to him.

“Have you finished drinking already?”

“Tsk… okay.”

“So I told you to drink it with moderation. “I need to come to my senses when I go back.”

“It’s hard to be sane in this crazy world. “Stop nagging me and I’ll bring you more drinks, so just wait.”

If I had drank at a bar, I wouldn’t have had to bother going back and forth─.

Annoyed mutterings come out mixed with drunkenness. My friend’s eyes were glaring at the bar, showing his heartache. The person who had been drinking his share let out a dull sigh and shook his head.

“There’s nothing we can do because it’s full of customers.”

“okay! The problem is that it is full of customers! “There isn’t a single empty bar!”

At some point, the bar started to become overcrowded.

It wasn’t that there was anything special about that bar. Because all the other bars were full.

As a result, I had no choice but to bring the alcohol I purchased and eat it at home or outdoors nearby, but there was no suitable place outdoors because someone had already taken a seat that seemed appropriate.

What further explanation is needed since the tree they were currently sitting under was obtained after a lot of hard work.

The person who had raised his voice as if he was clearly drunk suddenly shouted.

“Why is everyone drinking so much?”

“Well… wouldn’t that be the same reason you drink?”

“….”

“Have you calmed down now?”

“…okay.”

A little while ago, he confidently told his friend, who advised him to refrain from drinking too much, the reason he sought out alcohol. I argued that being sane is a loss in this crazy world.

People’s hearts are all similar, so those people filling up the bar must be doing so for the same reason.

Subtle anger that had almost completely cooled down and deep resignation mixed with sighs burst out.

“Damn war… I don’t know when it will end. No, it will end while I am alive.”

“…I know.”

Many people were tired of the successive wars.

You don’t get tired only if you are directly involved in a war. Worries about family and friends who went to war and the anxiety of not knowing when the aftermath of war will reach here cannot be ignored.

It was only a day or two to be on high alert, but the longer this time went on, the more exhausted people became.

In such a situation, what else can you rely on other than alcohol?

“It’s all because of Deonhardt.”

Everyone’s drinking snacks became a hot topic again.

Because he stood on the side of the demon world and attacked the human world, the entire human world was turned upside down, and even though the demon world withdrew, peace could not be restored and another war broke out.

After spitting out a name that was infinitely hateful to humanity, his face was distorted horribly as if he had uttered something dirty.

“You don’t deserve to go to hell.”

“Well, that guy is a problem, but… the Duke is a bigger problem. “If that scum hadn’t been greedy in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

As Deon Hardt was mentioned, the person he was heavily involved with also became a hot topic. A person who went from a rare loyalist to a rare piece of trash. Starbe Illuster.

The person who mentioned him also rinsed his mouth with alcohol and chewed it as if his mouth was dirty.

“Because of that bastard, Deonhardt went to the demon world and ended up in this situation.”

“Yes, the duke is also a piece of trash, but why are you protecting Deonhard by making such a useless assumption? Everything he did after going to the demon world was Deonhart’s choice. “If that bastard is not a child and is an adult, he should know that what he is doing is wrong and know how to stop. Why are you protecting him when he does something like that?”

“It’s not like I really covered it up. I definitely said he was a problem too.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s just say they’re both trash. “Crazy bastards who should no longer exist in history.”

Hehe.

The man who spat unluckily began to walk unsteadily, saying he would bring him some alcohol. The remaining person shook the bottle to measure the remaining amount and followed the figure with his eyes. The anxiety and distrust that could not be erased were clearly visible in his eyes.

‘No matter how you look at that, he looks like he’s properly drunk…’

Should I just knock him out and throw him at home right now?

The drunken walk is unbalanced and shakes excessively. It seems quite dangerous when you feel like you might bump into someone else.

Tuk.

The worry became reality.

The person I hit stumbled for a moment and an untitled book fell to the floor. The man, who moved his gaze to check on the person who had been tricked by his ugly friend, reflexively raised his hand and covered his eyes. A deep sigh came out.

‘Even if I bump into an old man…’

What should I do if something goes wrong with the other person?

The old man seems to have corrected himself… but still, it’s better not to get involved to avoid any trouble.

He thought of the old man next door who had suffered a broken bone after just hitting his butt, and he shifted his gaze to another place.

‘I’m going to pretend not to know.’

Since we are friends, we should use our friendship as much as possible and pretend not to know.

A foolish friend who realized that the person he was dealing with was an old man hurriedly picked up the book and held it out, looking embarrassed and sober. A frantic apology followed belatedly.

“I’m sorry, old man. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No. it’s okay.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? “You’re not going to die because of me, right…?”

…It looks like the drunkenness hasn’t completely disappeared as I see my inner thoughts coming out that I shouldn’t have.

Okay, at this moment, we are perfect strangers. The man turned his head away.

However, contrary to the expectation that he would be angry at the carelessly mentioned death, the old man, who somehow felt dignified and cultured, instead of getting angry, gently rolled his silver-blue eyes and reassured the drunkard.

“Yes, it’s really okay. It didn’t fall and the book is still intact. “You don’t have to worry.”

***

Leaving the drunken man’s apology behind, Remember left the village and quietly walked down the street, pondering the voices of people criticizing Deonhardt and Starbe Illuster. To be precise, I pointed out the sense of discomfort felt in their words.

‘…There is no swear word about Cruel Hart.’

It was strange that no word was mentioned about Cruel Hart.

okay. Even though they cursed the country for heroes who failed to protect Deonhardt, Starbe Illuster, and them, Cruelhardt’s name was never mentioned even once in their mouths.

‘No one knows that Cruel Hart was the one who sent Deon Hart to the Demon World.’

Dan once proudly revealed this in front of a screen displayed throughout the human world, so there is no way he wouldn’t know. Unless you are a fool, you would know that a hero who sided with the demon world was born that way.

It was a bit strange that no one was cursing Cruel Hart, who could be seen as another culprit, since even gods can curse when they want to.

‘But… yes. Anyway, it’s a good thing.’

However, Remember decided to pretend not to know and bury it.

Although I may not know as much as Deon Hart or Cruel Hart himself, I know his situation to some extent. Wouldn’t it be a pity to be criticized even after death after living such a miserable life?

…It’s a pity that Deon Hart was enough.

Before we knew it, the road stopped and we came to a familiar mountain. It might have been a bit overwhelming for other old people, but Remember started climbing the mountain without any problem.

After walking along familiar terrain, two graves located side by side began to come into view. Also, the demon with hair resembling sunlight standing in front of him.

“….”

“…?”

As if sensing popularity, the demon turns around. Eyes resembling the sky met silver-blue eyes.

“Ah…”

Familiar glances exchanged without any sign of surprise. The demons, who had always only built vertical relationships or mutually abusive relationships, hesitated as if they had no idea what to say, and Remember calmly greeted them as if they were considerate.

“hello. How have you been?”

“…okay.”

“Were you pulling weeds?”

“okay.”

Humans have a culture of making tombs after death.

Ed was considerate of the human Deon Hart and created his tomb, but since he could not take care of only the warrior, he also created the Demon King’s tomb elsewhere.

Like that, he became the tomb keeper of the last warrior and the last demon king like water. Remember, who often stopped by here, had no reason to be surprised to see the demon managing the tomb again.

“Are you used to the job?”

“…It wasn’t difficult.”

Even if it was a difficult and difficult task, Ed would never have complained. He became a tomb keeper on his own initiative, not because someone told him to do so.

‘You can think of it as atonement for someone who couldn’t choose either side.’

How much did you cry at that time?

The reason I couldn’t take anyone’s side was because I didn’t want to lose them both, not because I wanted to lose them. I really… had no idea that this would result.

Ed smiled wryly as he lightly swept the well-manicured grass of the grave.

‘I was so out of my mind at the time that I couldn’t even think of making a grave.’

Thanks to that old man, I was able to settle the matter easily. I was so surprised when Hyen suddenly appeared with guidance and told me that there was a suitable grave site for Deon Hart.

At the time, Ben didn’t seem to realize that the patient he was in charge of was dead, and he was holding onto the body, saying he was going to treat him, looking as if he had lost his senses. If it weren’t for the old man, it would have taken more time to come to his senses and collect the body.

“…but.”

The eyes that had been examining the grave shifted to Remember.

“What is that book?”

“It is proof that we kept our promise to the dead.”

“….”

An untitled book held at his side.

It wasn’t a particularly interesting type of book, so instead of continuing the topic, Ed asked a question in a different direction.

“Which dead man?”

“This time it will be Deonhardt.”

Deonhardt’s tomb was built right next to Cruelhardt’s tomb.

Remember pointed to the new grave in front of Ed and smiled softly as if asking for understanding.

“Could you please leave for a moment?”

“…okay.”

Ed obediently left and Remembert, left alone, quietly looked down at Deon’s grave.

At the end of the narrow silence, a voice slightly lower than usual slowly flowed out toward the non-existent person.

“I kept my promise.”

I was hoping you would receive it in person, but in the end, I have to give it to you like this.

I muttered bitterly and put down the book in front of the tombstone.

“It is a novel-style book containing records of the past. Of course, you are the main character. “Other than this, proper history books have been created up to this point and we plan to continue to add to them in the future, but… I don’t think you are interested.”

Remember laughed quietly. A smile as cloudy as fog appeared on his face, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

He sat down in front of the tomb.

“Instead, let me tell you the story after you left. You might find it quite interesting because so much has changed.”