I'm Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 65

65. Clearance (4)

‘Anyway, the purpose was achieved.’

The remaining work was left to Cruel Hart.

Unlike Deon Hardt, who knows nothing, he knows how to enter ‘that room’, so by the time Deon Hardt arrives, everything will have been cleaned up.

In other words, Deonhardt will have no way of knowing that the Duke is behind the Salvation Church, and Cruel will be responsible for the consequences of everything that happens after this, so all she has to do is take a step back and watch with interest.

And from her perspective, what Deonhardt did this time was…

‘Step back.’

Soft. So much so that I doubt whether he is really the ‘deonhardt’ I know.

If it had been him, he would have completely sealed off the building, preventing even a single rat from escaping, and then killed everyone inside.

Isn’t it possible for the enemy to escape by mixing in with the general public?

There is no way anyone who went through the war would not know that fact.

‘…Are you saying it doesn’t matter if I miss one or two people? ‘Because it’s going to be a small piece anyway?’

Well, if you predict his priorities, it’s completely understandable.

Securing evidence is probably the most important. Only then will we be able to punish those behind it and completely eliminate the Salvation Church. Aiming for the head first is a general’s instinct.

but.

Saerin slightly raised the corners of her mouth. A smile that was by no means innocent spread across the face.

‘In the end, I’m the one who wins.’

Deon Hardt won’t find out who’s behind it.

***

I see a mountain of documents piled up. There is a strange smell of oil.

Among them, Cruel was frozen with one hand in his bosom.

There was silence.

I quietly lowered my gaze and checked the man’s stiff upper body in an awkward posture.

He must have been surprised, too, as his hand slipped out of his pocket, and what caught my eye were a few documents held at the end of it.

“….”

He blinked several times in that position, and as if he noticed my gaze, he packed the documents in his arms. Then, naturally, he took a look at me

and threw

the torch he was holding into a pile of documents.

‘…?!’

No wait. What does this do…!

In an almost unrealistic instant, all the documents were engulfed in flames.

I heard it smelled like oil, and this was it!

Damn it, nothing can be saved like this. How did we get here, but losing evidence right in front of our eyes is unfair, so I can’t just leave it at that.

I quickly reached out for the burning document. Just holding it for a moment won’t cause too severe a burn. All you have to do is catch it like this, throw it on the floor, and then step on it.

But my purpose was not achieved.

chin.

“Let go of this!”

“….”

“You crazy bastard! Why are you burning this!!”

Crazy bastard. You idiot.

As for the general public, I used the Templars to chase them out, and the leadership can’t even tell where they are hiding. Probably got out of here. I won’t be back for a while.

In other words, all that’s left is to contact the imperial palace and have them take these documents… Why on earth!!

Although he struggled with all his might to shake off the hand, this weak body had no effect on Cruel’s control. Instead, as I was struggling, my hand brushed against the burning document, and he immediately picked me up and threw me around his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

I’m so fucking annoyed and so fucking angry.

Cruel is blocking me, and my weak body can’t do anything about it. I was wheezing with complex anger towards both of them, but a specific thought that briefly crossed my mind made me stop all my actions without realizing it, like a doll with its strings undone.

I feel Cruel glancing at me, wondering if I’m strange, but…

“…Duke.”

Stop.

Just like I did a moment ago, he also froze in place.

I started walking again as if I hadn’t heard anything, but it was already too late. I had already gained confidence.

Yes, it is a peacock.

Salvation Church, which is presumed to have a huge background. A purple cloth used only here. Cruel burning documents.

Who did Cruel follow?

Whose symbol was purple?

Excluding the royal family, who was the most powerful person?

‘──Starbe Illuster.’

The leader of the noble faction with purple hair and eyes, followed by Cruel.

“This …”

“….”

”

Anger exploded.

***

Honestly, I don’t remember much after that.

According to Lien, smoke came out of Jin, then the door in the corner opened, and Cruel came out along with thick smoke.

Cruel was carrying me, and when I tried to plunge the dagger into his side, he immediately threw me at Lien and disappeared.

“I’ve never seen you so angry.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, he got so angry that he even vomited blood. I was so surprised at that time…” ”

I see… that’s right…”

He was definitely very angry. I wonder if my reason was lost in anger.

No, even thinking about it again makes me angry. I’m not saying you played with people. There is no fucking place to talk about.

Telling the emperor would be of no use unless there was evidence. It would be nice if they didn’t see it as just a dirty plot by a loser.

‘Fuck Cruel…’

Since he got the documents that I couldn’t, he will be the winner of this competition. What on earth are you trying to ask for? I don’t know what it is, but I just hope it has nothing to do with me.

“Oh, what about a shaman?”

“I went back.”

“…yes?”

“He said he had nothing more to do and would go back.”

No, since there is no reason to hold it, it is right to send it…

“Well…”

“Ah, it is said that the reason the master was moved to that space was to go around the room.”

“No, that’s not it… okay? I beg your pardon?”

“They say that if you circle it in any way, three times to the left and twice to the right, it will move. Perhaps the idea was to conveniently draw and move it with a finger, but who knew. “I didn’t expect the Count, who was moving around the room, to be moved.”

“….”

“That’s great luck.”

I was at a loss for words. So was that why I was moved?

No, that’s not important now…

“You really just sent the shaman? “Empty-handed?”

Shamans are rare beings, so it is better to be remembered fondly. But what if you worked hard and sent it away without any compensation?

“The deacon gave us a reward and a carriage.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

As expected, Remember. Thanks to this, I won’t be remembered as shameless.

…Anyway, it’s a little disappointing. I was going to ask you about the curse.

“Lord Lien. There is one thing I am mistaken about, but the reason the Count vomited blood was because he received strong pressure on his abdomen while being placed on his shoulder.” ”…?“ He raised his head in confusion. He

grinned

. Silver-blue hair that was slowly changing came into view.

Naturally, Remember passed me and put down the tray he was holding on the table. I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, but a voice that seemed to completely exclude me was heard. “Ah… It’s because of anger

. It wasn’t. I guess I was wrong.”

“I can’t say that anger had no effect at all, but that was the biggest cause. There is no need to be embarrassed if you misunderstand one thing. It’s just that the Count was in a glass body.”

“Glass body…”

Why are you muttering that again?

The word competent is a cancellation.

In the end, I couldn’t hold back and said one word.

“No, Lord Lien. Why are you repeating that over and over again? And what does Remember mean when he comes in…”

“Oh, sorry.” I knocked,

but there was no answer.

Remember bowed curtly, leaving out the ‘glass body’ thing I wanted to point out the most.

I couldn’t say anything more about his polite and impeccable behavior, so I clicked my tongue and looked at the tray on the table. On the tray, there was a decoction and a note. Ugh, decoction… that was still there

. ?

“…What is that note?” It was

an unsightly note that looked completely different from the invitations he had occasionally seen.

Remember’s eyes narrowed.

You noticed! I didn’t want to take medicine, so I changed the subject! That’s my age. Is he doing it?

I was just staring at him because I was being pricked for no reason, and he shook his head as if there was nothing he could do. The answer came back with a faint smile.

“It’s a note from a shaman. Before I left, I left a message asking you to give it to the Count.”

“Are you a witch doctor?”

I muttered in confusion and reached for the note. Before opening the note, I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I had used a suspicious device, but my hesitation was short-lived.

At least in my memory, I have never committed any major disrespect to her.

The contents of the note were not as long as I thought.

[A curse is not something that can be taken lightly. In order to kill someone, it is essential to kill someone with the greatest value to the caster. I have to sacrifice it. Would you, a nobleman, be able to sacrifice your life to kill someone?] Gugit. My

hands were tense. I calmly crumpled the note without any change in my expression and dropped it into the decoction right next to me. It was pure white. The note soaked in black water and became stained black.

I watched it quietly and slowly pondered the last sentence of the note.

‘Can I sacrifice my life to kill someone?’

That’s bullshit. Of course, my answer is ‘no’.

I guess they even predicted my answer and didn’t write down the method for casting the curse. How did they know I was going to ask this question before? ‘

What is a shaman?’

While I was engraving that name firmly in the corner of my head, Remember called me carefully. When I raised my head, a black decoction filled my vision. No, they had dipped the note into it so I couldn’t eat it?! “I had an attendant bring me a new

one

. It’s no use trying to avoid it like this, so stop rotting old man and eat it now.” ”

….”

This really tastes bad.

I took the decoction with trembling hands. Under the unspoken pressure from Remember’s gaze, I couldn’t help but open my mouth. I put it on it. Just as I was about to open my mouth to swallow this terrible liquid,

it clicked.

“Come in!”

I gently put the bowl of medicine down on the table. Remember was probably so happy that he narrowed his eyes and looked at me. Either

way, I was happy. I greeted the servant who came in.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone from the imperial palace has arrived.”

“Ah.”

…Ah?

My head, which had been frozen for a moment, turned around at the news on a larger scale than I expected. It was

a person who wasn’t even an invitation . My impression of the attendant’s words that he had come personally was simple. It

had come.

***

He had refused the call several times, using the excuse of fainting, so in a way, it was something that had been predicted. However, by

sending people and a carriage like this, there was no other option. I never thought they’d bring me here.

Besides…

“….”

I wonder if they were seeing Cruel together as well. What would be the difference if we met separately?

‘Ugh, it’s awkward.’

I closed my mouth and fixed my head straight ahead. Not only did I not like this situation, but the bitter taste was still lingering in my mouth, so my expression was not very good. Damn butler. I never thought I would give you medicine and send you away. I have to hurry to get to the imperial

palace

. Remember grabbed me as I stood up and the decoction was held out in front of my nose. And when that horrible taste comes back to me, my face inevitably becomes distorted.

However, it only lasted for a moment. When I felt the gaze next to me, I immediately changed my expression and fixed my gaze on the door.

‘Let’s see what’s engraved on this gorgeous door…’ There are

jewels and magic stones embedded in them, and their gaze is focused on me.

…The side of my face feels hot. Are you looking at me like that because you think there is something to see?

The gaze that was on the face slowly lowered, hovered around the shoulder, and then lowered further and stopped at a certain place.

I noticed where his gaze was directed and turned my head to glare at him.

Yes, I bandaged my hand. I made a fuss about catching the documents you burned and ended up getting burned. Fuck, I’m still pissed.You damn bastard.

“What do you see?”

“….”

He was looking at me blankly and slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But even before the first word was said.

“Your Majesty wants you to come in.”