I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 354

354. Side Story – Story Added by Death (2)

When Deon Hart was recruited into the Demon King’s army, some demons had doubts.

‘It is certainly great that I was able to stop the hero’s self-destruction by absorbing it into my body, but is that really enough to warrant creating the non-existent position of Commander of the 0 Corps?’

Since he appeared by killing the corps commander, I have no complaints about giving him the position of corps commander. Even if you can’t do it, it’s at that level. However, wouldn’t it be okay to offer him the position of commander of the 13th corps instead of commander of the 0th corps?

Does that person really have the skills and worth to sit on top of the 1st Corps commander?

The question was quickly resolved.

***

A welcoming party was held for the new corps commander ‘Demon Arut’.

It was customary for a banquet to be accompanied by alcohol, so in consideration of Deon, who was not used to alcohol from the demon world, the Demon King robbed the warehouse of the 5th Legion Commander Oel and brought alcohol from the human world, smiling and offering him a drink.

On one side, Orel was making a fuss with a sullen face and her adjutant, Dernivan, was comforting her, but of course no one paid any attention to them.

“Now drink.”

“Oh, thank you.”

First of all, I received it, but it may not be the type that causes trouble to humans. Deon looked at the drink suspiciously.

Although I have heard the explanation that it is a drink from the human world, I am not naive enough to believe that at face value. After examining the color and even smelling the liquor to see if it was the liquor he knew, he was convinced that it was a familiar liquor and took a sip of the liquid.

‘oh.’

I don’t know how long it’s been since I last drank this.

Even if it wasn’t so, there were demons everywhere, so my heart got smaller and smaller and I felt like I was going to die, but this alcohol was given to me just right. I also know that it is the alcohol of the human world. There is no reason not to drink it.

Deon was so frustrated that he drank alcohol repeatedly as if he was escaping reality to avoid being conscious of his surroundings.

“You drink well. “Would you like some more?”

“yes.”

At some point, I lost consciousness.

──I ‘thought’ it was cut off.

‘Obviously my drinking capacity is…’

…I’m not at a level where I can get drunk at this level.

Deon tilted his glass with an expressionless face.

The wall dividing memories built by alcohol and drugs becomes weak again. In other words, now this is just two memories mixed together across a weakened wall. Deonhardt, who ‘remembers everything’, calmly distinguished in his mind what he should remember and what he should not remember later, and stared at the liquid filling his empty glass again.

‘….’

As if he sensed a change in the atmosphere, the demon king who was offering drinks stopped.

Noticing this, the bright red eyes slowly roll to the side and narrow to face the Demon King. There was a hint of reluctance in his laughter.

‘don’t worry.’

Eyes with an eerie light speak silently.

‘Because I have no intention of fighting with you.’

There is no reason to fight when you are sure to die when there is nothing to gain from fighting. Besides, didn’t they end up in the devil’s army anyway?

I waved my glass proudly at the Demon King, who was watching me carefully, pretending not to be.

‘I just want to drink quietly, so I hope you don’t mind.’

‘…’

The Demon King’s eyes narrowed with interest.

Deon turned his head, pretending not to see, and quietly sipped his drink. I knew I would soon exceed my drinking limit if things continued like this, but I didn’t care this time.

Because there is a devil. It looks like he’s noticed to some extent, and even if he can’t be next to me all the time, he won’t be out of sight. If something happens, I will do my best to prevent it in order to minimize the damage.

…It’s definitely not because I’m happy to drink alcohol after a long time.

“Do you want to drink more Demon?”

“yes.”

“I’ll be over 5 bottles soon… if that’s okay with you.”

Pretending to be worried about a topic that makes your eyes sparkle with interest.

The Demon King got up from his seat as if he wanted to look around, told me to enjoy it, and walked away. As expected, Deon, who had been following him with his eyes as he moved only within the range of his vision, glanced down at the newly picked glass.

‘Is this my fifth bottle?’

Anyway, how are you?

He drank the glass without hesitation.

…This time, I really lost my memory.

***

Deon Hardt had to live.

It is on the battlefield that the young and weak die first. In a space where you must kill or die, he always lost his mind and did his best to distinguish between friends and enemies and attack them, holding on to the bare minimum of reason.

I thought and acted like that for the entire eight years.

‘Who is the enemy?’

therefore.

“Are you an enemy?”

Likewise, in the current situation where the mind is clouded like back then, it was natural to try to distinguish between enemy and enemy out of habit.

***

“Are you an enemy?”

The new corps commander is drunk and asks if he is an enemy.

“no.”

“So… are you…?”

“….”

Even if I answered no, after a while, I seemed to have forgotten everything and asked the question again.

As I answered this question over and over again, I couldn’t help but feel irritated. However, since the opponent was a corps commander, the demons knew that they would lose if they fought, so they had no choice but to give the same obedient answer no matter how many times the opponent asked.

“…I said no.”

“Yeah…?”

The problem was other corps commanders.

Although he is called the commander of Corps 0, in the end, he is the commander of the same corps, so there is no reason to bow down to him. Rather than personally using his skills to pressure others like 1st Corps Commander Jaycar, one corps commander with short patience who was particularly displeased with his joining ended up getting irritated.

“Oh, stop it!”

“Are you an enemy?”

“Mr….”

Anyway, this is a welcoming party to welcome ‘Demon Arut’ to the Demon Lord’s army. If we bumped into the main character of such a banquet, it would be a loss for us.

I knew that, so I held back… but now I’m at my limit.

I wondered if the corps commander, who lived as he pleased from the beginning, had enough patience. He nervously shook off the hands reaching out from all directions as if trying to stop him, and responded with the utmost sarcasm towards the other person.

“okay! It’s the enemy! “What are you going to do?!”

“…okay?”

“!”

Creepy.

For a moment, an ominous feeling went down my spine.

…The atmosphere changed drastically. His bright red eyes, as if he was drunk, are staring at me with madness and murder.

As soon as I discovered this, I retreated following the warning of my instincts… but by then it was already too late.

Phew!

“Ugh…!”

‘Demon Arut’ narrowed the distance in an instant and stabbed a vital point with a dagger he had taken out at some unknown time.

‘What did you just do…’

The movement was so fast that most of the demons present here missed it for a moment, even though they were confident in their own battles.

Deon, who threw his weight on his opponent as he charged, raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out his dagger. Even while he was drunk, his instinct was to understand that there was something to be wary of on all sides and the level of power of the opponent in front of him, so he used the best method to suppress the baseline in the current situation.

Hacking continued.

A dagger is stabbed towards someone who can no longer move, as if even the slightest sense of morality has been thrown away. Even the demons who were watching took off their cranes as they struck the face, neck, and chest without distinction.

In a space that had become so quiet that even the sound of his clothes brushing against each other could be heard, a hand was extended to stop him one step later.

Sigh!

…No, it stretched out and fell back again.

The Demon King, who was looking at the long cut sleeves, looks down at Deon with interested eyes. Before I knew it, Deon was pointing a dagger at the Demon King from where he was sitting.

The bright red eyes, stained with life, were eerily shiny.

“Are you an enemy?”

“No way.”

“You’re the enemy?”

“no.”

“Then don’t disturb me.”

He warned in a clear voice and raised his weapon again towards the already dead body.

The Demon King watched the scene for a moment, then glanced down at Deon’s legs and opened his mouth with a clear intention.

“I guess we should end the welcome party here for now.”

I’ll have to try again next time without alcohol.

Those who understood what he meant left one by one. Everyone left, even the employees who had to clean up after themselves. The Demon King, who had been waiting for everyone to leave in silence, reached out his hand to Deon again only when they were alone.

Deon swings a dagger, but the swing range while sitting is limited. He easily grabbed the dagger and threw it away, then grabbed Deon’s arm and lifted it up as if to support him.

“As expected…”

A dry voice rang out.

“Your leg is broken.”

For some reason, it was said that he was able to achieve speeds that no human being could achieve.

‘That’ technique was used. A technique used in times of danger, even on the battlefield, to instantly transcend the limits of the body while ignoring the overload on the body.

It’s amazing to see it in person. I think this would work even for me, who is a bit nervous.

“You’re definitely good at hiding your injuries.”

In contrast to the messed up condition of his legs, the way he glares in this direction as if he doesn’t feel any pain is quite impressive.

Come to think of it, right after using the technique, I naturally sat down on my opponent and didn’t show that I had hurt my leg. Probably no one other than me noticed.

“…fun.”

It’s also fun to not really struggle.

If they had really defined this side as the enemy, they would have gone on a rampage to escape at any cost, but look at them just staring at them. Ironically, the unconscious mind has already determined whether the other person is an enemy or not.

Perhaps, if that already dead guy hadn’t shown ‘hostility’ and if those around him hadn’t given him suspicious looks, he wouldn’t have attacked so desperately and even used such techniques. An instinct specialized for survival chose the best way to survive in the Demon King’s Castle.

“First of all… we should get treatment first, right?”

I can’t see the toy I got being ruined.

The Demon King snapped his fingers and summoned Ben. Ben, who was clutching the grass in both hands as if he had been handling herbs, looked around with a puzzled face and jumped up in fright upon spotting him.

“Demon King?! “Are you hurt?”

“No, not me, but the new 0 Corps commander was injured.”

“yes…?”

But why me…

Ben’s face went blank for a moment.

“I am the doctor in charge of the Demon Lord.”

There must be a separate doctor exclusively for the corps commander…

“I know.”

The Demon King spoke as he subdued Deon with ease.

“You got hurt because of me, so I thought it would be better for you to treat it.”

It would be much better to be known as having been injured in a clash with the Demon King rather than being injured by my own technique. This is a demon world that respects the strong.

The Demon King, who created an environment where the toy would not die easily, held onto Deon and watched Ben treating his leg, then smiled.

“You could just become Demon’s personal doctor.”

“yes?”

“I won’t get hurt anyway. On the other hand, I think Demon will need a doctor often in the future.”

“yes??”

“Aren’t you bored because you haven’t had any work for a while?”

I’m going to be very busy in the future, Ben.

***

‘What?’

After I lost my memory during the welcome party, demons started avoiding me.

why? Did I drink alcohol and cause an accident? No, no. There is no reason why one cannot kill a person who was an enemy and even caused an accident. If I had had an accident, I would have been killed right away.

‘Then why…’

Knock.

“Daemon, this is Ben.”

“Uh… please come in.”

“How are you feeling today?”

“It seems okay, but…”

Yes, actually, this is also strange.

Why did you become my personal doctor? Why on earth did the devil put my precious doctor in charge of my care?

Something…something very important and closely related to me…is running wild without me. There are more than one strange thing.

‘What is it really?’

Deon tilted his head.

It was the beginning of life in the Demon King’s Castle.

Author Review

Hello, I am author Denpy.

It’s finally really over. I have new feelings.

In the past, if I had the chance to go back in time, I would do so without hesitation, but now I don’t think I can. When I thought about writing this novel again from the beginning, even though it was hypothetical, my future became dark.

First of all, I would like to thank the readers who have followed me this far. I was really surprised and happy that more people liked this novel than I expected. It felt like I was dreaming.

That’s because < I'm Not That Kind of Talent > is a piece full of the author’s greed, as it is his first work. Because I wrote what I wanted to write, I thought there would be strong differences in likes and dislikes. So actually, even now that it’s finished, I’m still dumbfounded.

As a work with a lot of greed, < I'm Not That Kind of Talent > is a novel in which characters who were originally intended to be the main characters of other works or equivalent supporting characters were replaced with extra supporting characters who were in vain. The author was so determined to pour everything into this one work that he filled out his notepad. Because of this, even characters that had little to do with the main character had their own stories and thoughts, and the worldview became vast. There was no room for the main character to stand out because none of the characters were easy-going. I was tearing out my hair while writing this.

Still, I have no regrets because I wrote what I wanted to write. Thanks to everyone who loved my work, I was able to have no regrets. thank you.

Of course, there are some regrets. I had no choice but to remain. If I were to pick just a few, one would be the failure to properly capitalize on the charm of the monarchs of each country. The original plan was for the three kingdoms to collapse sequentially rather than all at once, so there was room to appeal to the presence of the monarchs and their secretaries, but I thought that would lengthen the writing and make me tired of writing it, so I changed the plan midway. Because of this, it felt like characters who seemed to have something of their own were somewhat in vain.

It was also very unfortunate that the presence of the ‘second generation’ was buried. The presence of the ‘first generation’, both the emperor of the empire and the leader of the revolutionary army, is so strong that it feels like the subsequent generations are relatively buried.

Aside from that, I have a lot of regrettable memories, such as in the political field and battle scenes… But I did my best and burned it to the ground. I hope that readers will have more memories of enjoying reading the book than memories of disappointing parts.

I always read comments eagerly. You may not believe it, but I really saw everything. It was fun to write thanks to all of you who cried, laughed, and immersed yourself in the work.

Thank you. I would like to say I love you to everyone who read my article and to those who followed until the end.

I hope you will always be healthy and good luck will follow you in every step you take!