I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 187

187. For you (10)

The snow fox, who pretended to be a snow bear by fluffing up his fur to survive, relaxed comfortably.

Deon noticed the blood on his arm and couldn’t resist Ben’s stubbornness, so he turned around and spoke in tears. In contrast to his easy-going manner of speaking, his steps were graceful, as if he had already become accustomed to them.

“From now on, I will calculate the promised half-day. “If you want to rest for a long time, it would be better to organize it quickly.”

“…!”

The movements of the frozen demons became busy again.

When Deon finished cleaning up, he sat a little away from them, leaving a message telling them to settle down in a suitable place and rest. A perfect spot to watch as the poor are eliminated before they can even reach them.

With the box still tightly held in his arms, he sat down on the stone where Dan had placed a handkerchief and took out a cigarette…

“No medicine, Master Deon!”

…and then it was confiscated.

Red eyes turned to Ben without hiding their bewilderment.

“Weren’t you here to check my arm? “I know it’s okay just to look at it, but let’s go, shall we?”

“Ah, when you became a warrior, your body was transformed, so the signal from the magic stone necklace was cut off. “I have to extract new blood and recreate it…”

“I don’t think you need to do that. Even if you get hurt, you get better quickly.”

He shrugged his shoulders and gestured to the arm that Dan was wiping. Ben winced as the blood was wiped off and his unscathed arm was revealed.

“…I am Deon’s doctor.”

“That’s true, but you no longer need to cling to me and treat me as much as before.”

“Still, in the end, we are still responsible for Deon’s health, so it also doesn’t change that we need a way to know the patient’s condition in real time.”

“Well… do whatever you want.”

I tried my best to make sure I didn’t go in vain.

Most of the wounds will have already healed before Ben arrives. But if you insist on it, I can’t stop you.

He obediently held out his cleanly cleaned arm. Ben, who vigorously stabbed me with a small knife, looked stunned for a moment.

“…It heals right away even before the blood comes out.”

“I told you. “I think I don’t have to.”

“…I will make the wound a little deeper.”

After several attempts, I was finally able to collect blood. Ben, who I thought was going to check on my healed arm right away without any need to stop the bleeding, suddenly got down on one knee right in front of me.

His hand touched one of my thighs.

“You must have been taking medicine the whole time I was away.”

“….”

“At least I told you not to let it get to your body. Do you mind if I check it?”

“no.”

“….”

Ben’s expression hardened.

“You did it.”

“It’s okay because I became a hero and everything healed.”

“Master Deon.”

Ben lifted his exposed arm.

An arm without a wound but with countless scars was exposed under the light.

“Looking at this, it is assumed that the wounds suffered when becoming a hero may have healed without leaving any scars, but the previous scars still remain.”

You probably know best.

He spoke back with his eyes and let out a dull sigh when he received no response.

“I guess there’s one more scar. “No, not just one, but how many.”

“Okay, it’s just a scar. “I had a lot of scars before I met you, so adding a few more won’t make a difference.”

To be honest, I don’t know why Ben is being so sensitive.

When it comes to wounds, I think I can be sensitive as a doctor. But isn’t it a scar that has already healed? It’s also a very small cigarette burn mark.

Did he notice Deon’s doubts?

“Master Deon.”

Ben frowned.

“Scars are memories.”

“….”

“If a scar remains, every time I see it, I am reminded of the situation and emotions that occurred at the time of the injury. “It’s a scar, so it won’t be a very good memory.”

Moreover, the scars left on Deon’s thighs were left by himself and not by anyone else.

I will never forget what thoughts and emotions I had.

I don’t dare understand Deon’s feelings, but… Ben boldly spoke as a doctor who was concerned about Deonhardt’s physical and mental health.

“It is enough for the wounds caused by bad thoughts and emotions to remain in one’s mind.”

In fact, it is not enough and even that alone would be overwhelming. therefore.

“Don’t bother leaving a scar on your body. “I don’t want bad memories etched into Deon’s body.”

“….”

There was silence.

I should have left a long time ago. Dan looked at Ben and Deon in turn, as if he was troubled.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

‘The Master is loved more than I thought.’

You may think you are alone.

It is truly amazing to receive love in a situation where walls are being built like that.

Because Deonhardt does not love himself, he does not recognize and does not believe in other people’s affection and goodwill toward him. That’s why I can’t return that affection and favor. If such a situation continues, the person to whom you have been expressing your feelings will also become exhausted and fall out, so it is natural that you will end up in a state of not really being loved.

‘Maybe… it’s thanks to them that the Master has been able to endure until now.’

Thanks to this affection and consideration.

There was a short silence. Deon, who was looking at Ben with his mouth closed, soon closed his eyes and waved his hand.

“I want to get some rest.”

“…I will leave for a moment.”

Ben glances at Dan and walks away.

Only after he was out of earshot did Dan roll his eyes and look at Deon again. He took out a black handkerchief from his pocket and was fiddling with it.

I quietly added a word to change the mood.

“Your tone of voice has changed again.”

“It’s back to normal. You’ve become stronger. “He’s not just a brute force, he’s become a hero, so it doesn’t matter if he’s dignified and rude, right?”

“…Who said that?”

“Seniors.”

“As expected…”

Dan sighed.

It’s not wrong. It’s not wrong….

‘Stigma, why did that guy say that…’

“To give an extreme example, he said that if I had overwhelming strength, I could swing from the chandelier in the imperial palace banquet hall and no one would say anything. .”

“…It would be better to listen to what he says with a moderate amount of filtering.”

I can’t tell you not to be friends at all, so I have to say it like this.

Since no one is given the right to discuss other people’s relationships, Dan spoke in a carefully purified way. Deon, who read what was inside, chuckled.

“He’s a good person.”

“He is only good to the Master.”

“Well, that’s true.”

He lightly shrugged his shoulders and tightly grasped the black handkerchief he had been fiddling with.

“…fire.”

“Do you want to burn it?”

“Because I don’t need it anymore.”

“Handkerchiefs have many uses. “I think it would be a good idea to keep it with you, just in case.”

“If you decide I need a handkerchief, you can give it to me separately. “For now, I’m going to burn this.”

“…Stubbornness.”

Even though he is grumbling and sarcastic, Dan steadily puts out the fire. Deon, who put a handkerchief to the end, held it still while it was burning, and then dropped it on the snow as Dan, who was frightened, swatted it away.

The remnants of the handkerchief crackle on the snow and disappear unsightly. Red Eyes, who was staring at it, turned to Dan, who was holding his hand and looking around.

“Are you crazy?! “He treats himself like a hero!”

“…what.”

I thought it would be better to hold it to burn it cleanly.

But if I say this, I’ll get nagging more. Deon followed his past experience and instinct and chose to change his mind instead of making excuses.

“You would be better than that.”

“…yes?”

“My value has been confirmed. A warrior who stands on the devil’s side. “What could be a more perfect disaster than this?”

Dan, who had been keeping his mouth shut so as not to fall, opened his eyes wide for a moment.

“…okay. “When I think about it, it’s clear that this is a disaster.”

“…Surely you didn’t even think about this?”

“I forgot about it for a moment.”

“What if I wasn’t what you wanted me to be?”

“well. It’s a meaningless assumption, isn’t it? In the current situation, it is meaningless to think of the master and the disaster separately. “Whether you serve the Master or the Calamity, you are ultimately serving the same object.”

I made a reasonably easy remark and stopped.

Since it wasn’t the kind of thing to inquire or argue with the assumption of ‘what if’, Deon looked away without saying anything and took in the organized situation.

Snow was piling up on top of the body against a backdrop of silence, as if the commotion just a moment ago had been a lie.

“…I didn’t know you could use religion like this.”

“It’s definitely… a terrible method. “I heard that the Salvation Church is steeped in the idea that peacocking is salvation. Could it have been brainwashing for the present?”

“You are my salvation.”

It’s so obvious.

I burst out laughing at the honest pseudonym.

“First of all, it must have been a foundation to ensure that whatever my orders were faithfully followed. “I put it to good use like this.”

It’s a grueling but useful method.

I got up from my seat. After taking the handkerchief Dan had left on the floor, Deon turned to look at him and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

“It would be best to take a break. “After this break, I’m really going to be running non-stop, so it would be a good idea to get as much rest as possible.”

“…Coming all the way here was no joke, but it’s even worse than that…?”

“of course. You took a long time to get here, right? The duke seems to be trying to take his time, but I don’t know why, but I can’t make it happen as he wants. “I’m going to run without sleep, so be prepared.”

“oh my god.”

Dan groaned.

I don’t know why I feel good when that guy suffers. In response to the silent screams, Deon lowered the corners of his mouth that kept rising and said what he had originally intended to say.

He was holding a box tightly in his arms.

“If you don’t like it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go back to the demon world.”

“Follow the Master until the end… ha, these are empty words.”

Dan, who slapped his own snout, opened his mouth again.

“It certainly seems like going back would help my survival in other ways, but I won’t go back like this. “I also have pride.”

“I have work to do.”

“Oh, if you say so.”

Without specifications.

Dan grinned and straightened his posture as if he was giving an order. Instead of giving an order straight away, Deon looked at him blankly.

He once hated receiving a box containing the head of King Rweche’s younger brother. Even though it was just a matter of taking it for a moment, he showed blatant refusal. Would such a guy really be able to do what I tell him to do?

But even so, the only person I can trust is this guy.

“…Keep this safely in my room in the demon world.”

He held out the box he was holding in his arms.

“Not only must there be no damage or problems during the transportation process, but it must not be subject to any shock.”

“….”

“Oh, and while you’re there, tell Develania to find Cruel Hart’s body at all costs.”

As the person who saw his last days, the person who survived thanks to him, and the only remaining blood relative in this world, Deon pledged to make sure that Cruel Hart’s body was recovered.

That’s why you can’t take this to the capital of the empire. If you lose it or get it damaged, it’s one more thing you’ll never be able to forgive yourself for. At that time, it may really collapse.

The smile disappeared from Dan’s face.

“Thoroughly in this condition.”

He reaches out and takes the box. There was no sign of reluctance whatsoever.

“I will take you to the master’s room.”

“…okay.”

Dan politely held the box and bowed his head slightly.

I know what this means to the Master. I also heard and know how the person inside died. In such a situation, there is no way to express rejection simply because it is a ‘box with a head’.

He is a person who should never be treated carelessly. Dan knew how to maintain the minimum level of goodness and courtesy.

“thanks.”

Deon said in a whisper.