I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 191

191. So long to the regret(3)

I pulled out the sword that was leaning against the throne. He throws the sword sheath in his hand on the floor and strides up the stairs while holding the sword. As I went down one step at a time, the water level lowered to the level of my ankles.

At some point, the type of hallucination changed. The ghost that was tormenting me to death disappears without a trace, and what I see instead is blood welling up from under my feet. The feeling of sloshing and the smell of blood are vivid. The blood that had been pooling under my feet has already reached my ankles, and the water level continues to rise, so I will most likely end up drowning in it and dying.

I have no intention of losing to ugly hallucinations or anything like that.

As he always did, walking straight and unwavering, he took off the cloak he always wore on his back.

Fluttering –

a red cloak embroidered with golden thread soared into the sky.

***

The day the 1st prince went to die, he asked me for Elpidius and Alethea. I felt ominous, but I couldn’t stop it. It was such a huge feeling of guilt that it was lodged in a corner of my heart.

I think that’s how my terrible life began.

Starting from a simple sense of responsibility and revenge, the man who sat on the throne of the monarch soon had to bear another burden of guilt due to the truth and took the path of war to relieve it. And in the end, he achieved the title of emperor without being able to die.

There are too many responsibilities to be responsible for dying.

Even though Edoardo felt as if he would be crushed to death at any moment, he could not show it. Because it is the result of your choice.

‘I started having hallucinations and thought I would get caught at some point.’

Still, I’m glad that I wasn’t caught by as many people as I thought in the worst case scenario.

Edoardo was lost in thought as he walked down the hallway, which seemed to be filled with blood and even looked gloomy due to the lack of people.

…Ironically, the moment in my life from birth until now when I felt strongly that I was alive was during the eight-year war. A war waged to destroy oneself and relieve guilt under the pretext of responsibility.

In the very war where he had to shoulder so many responsibilities that he couldn’t even die, Edoardo felt paradoxically that he was still breathing.

So, strangely enough, I was happy about this situation.

“It’s been a while.”

A languid greeting was given. Deon faced him and narrowed his eyes.

Where did he throw away the cloak he always wore? The emperor, who had taken off all formal clothes, not to mention the cloak, and was wearing only a simple white shirt, was standing in front of me, holding a sword.

I looked at my rolled up sleeves and belatedly gave an answer.

“Long time no see. your majesty.”

“A lot of birds I haven’t seen have changed.”

“Because a lot happened.”

“It seems like he has become a hero.”

“….”

How can you not notice that the level of appearance has changed? Edoardo slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

For generations, the beauty of all warriors was famous for exceeding human standards. What’s more, is there a story that one of the warriors of the past used the beauty world to lure demons and infiltrate the demon king’s castle?

Of course, this is just word of mouth and nothing is certain.

Deon Hardt, who had been silent for a moment with his eyes downcast, looked up. Red eyes and gold eyes intertwined in the air, and a calm voice followed.

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why did you give me that answer when I realized the truth and went to see your Majesty in a state of loss of reason?”

This is a question I have had since I regained my senses.

The emperor would have noticed that I had lost my temper at the time. Not only that, but you also knew that this conversation was an important turning point.

Deonhardt’s actions depended on his every word. Since there was a high probability that Deonhart would completely turn to the demon world, the Emperor could have boldly broken his spirit. Was the emperor just an ordinary human being? I think I could have easily brought down at least one person with a weak mind with just a few words.

Nevertheless, the Emperor focused Deonhardt’s hatred on himself. He became a goal that could never be defeated, and even went as far as to obediently let him go despite his blatant hostility. As time passed, Deon came to his senses and regained his senses, and belatedly realized that fact.

So I asked.

“I don’t think that would matter in the current situation.”

“…That’s true.”

I will remain a person who cannot be understood until the end. Deon frowned.

Edoardo, who was staring at him, suddenly asked a question.

“Did you dress like that on purpose?”

“ah.”

The hand goes up reflexively. Deon answered softly while fiddling with the red uniform similar to the clothes given by the emperor that he wore during the hunting competition.

“…some of them.”

“is it. It suits you well. Even if blood splatters, it won’t look dirty.”

“….”

The atmosphere changed, as if the small talk ended here. Edoardo adjusted his sword and held it.

“I was expecting it, but this is what happened in the end.”

“…Do you not regret it?”

“It’s something I chose, so why?”

The tension that seems to be suffocating subsides. However, Edoardo had a faint smile on his face, as if he really liked it.

“No matter how much of a warrior you are, you have only recently awakened as a warrior, so you will not be able to fully control that power yet. “My sword handling skills would not have improved much either.”

“….”

“What will I do if my physical abilities improve? “I can’t back it up with my skills.”

There is a difference between having talent and having talent bloom. therefore.

A man known to be the best at using a sword among all known ‘heroes’ and perhaps even the best at using a sword in all of humanity said this.

“Come. “I will teach you the sword myself.”

“…!”

Kaang! An eerie and heavy noise rang out.

Deon Hardt rushed in. Edoardo’s sword, which was swung against him, was pushed back as if by a strong force. He paused at the force that was stronger than expected and glanced down at the hand holding the sword.

My numb hand was shaking so much that I was glad I didn’t let go of the sword.

‘…I guess I should let go rather than fight back.’

It’s pouring out. Although I know it in my head and have practiced it a few times, it is still a bit of an unfamiliar concept. Before, if I was overwhelmed, I would be overwhelmed because there was no one who was strong enough to let go.

Is it just strength? I managed to block it with just the right timing, but the speed is no joke.

‘It looks like the hero is right.’

Suddenly, Lien Reiner, who had stopped him at the front door, came to mind.

Even though he is a ‘hero’, there is such a noticeable difference. What did Leen Reiner, who was not even a ‘hero’, think when dealing with him?

Edoardo’s concentration increased for a moment as he remembered a question that would never be answered. I take a step forward, pushing away the blood that is dripping down my ankle. The sword was swung with strong will.

….

It was a fight I was no match for in the first place.

A warrior is a bundle of talent that surpasses all human standards. A hero is a being with slightly more talent than an ordinary person who barely possesses some of its fragments. Strength, speed, stamina, even lifespan and appearance. The warrior could not even be compared to the dregs of the hero.

Moreover, Edoardo’s physical condition was at its worst.

The hallucinations not only eroded his mind, but also affected his strong body due to the effects of the fragments, and he eventually developed a high fever due to stress.

Yes, high fever.

Who would dare touch the emperor’s body? Thanks to this, Edoardo was able to hide the fact that he was suffering from high fever, even though his hallucinations were eventually discovered.

Although his vision may have been blurred due to the heat, it was surprising that he not only dealt with Deonhardt, who had become a warrior, but even taught him.

[There is too much force in each movement. It looks like you haven’t been able to give up your old habits.]

[You are a warrior. There is no need to exert force to move the body like before when the body was weak. You need to be aware of the power you have.]

[Relax a little more than this and allow your joints to move smoothly in detail. It may seem unbelievable, but your current strength is enough to cut off the opponent’s head.] [

It’s good to be irregular, but if it interferes with the movements you need to make later, it means it’s an incorrect attack. [Try to find different attack methods and stances.]

It was such a pure teaching that it was hard to believe that it was a battle between life and death.

As a talented person, Deon Hardt quickly absorbed the teachings and immediately put them into practice, allowing his talent to blossom.

Edoardo, who had suddenly lost stamina and was breathing heavily, frowned as if something was bothering him, and then let out a small exclamation.

“I was wondering something because it was still inefficient, but….” “

….”

“I was missing the most basic thing. “When swinging a sword, you must use your legs and waist, not just your arm strength.”

At first glance, it seemed like I was using it sparingly, so I just skipped it. Currently, Deon Hardt is not able to utilize his legs and waist 100%.

“It would be better to use recoil a little more than now.”

“….”

The correction was made immediately.

Deon looked at himself, demonstrating his strength more flexibly and precisely than before, and then looked at Edoardo. The red eyes were distorted with incomprehensible emotions.

“Why are you teaching me this?”

“Well…let’s just say it was a whim before I died.”

“…In your Majesty’s eyes, my skills must seem woefully immature. In return for your teachings, I would like to show you one of the most useful of my poor skills.”

But not to that extent. Edoardo raised an eyebrow.

There is no need to refuse something if it is shown to you. Instead of answering, I took a step forward, held my balance firmly, and raised my sword straight up. Deon grinned at his perfect prepared posture.

The dagger in his hand spins and his thumb opens and closes to use the handle. His posture seemed to lower, and for an instant, Deon Hart disappeared from sight.

Chaeeng-!!

“…!”

The lost sword flies backwards and falls somewhere. Edoardo glanced at the dagger pointed at his throat and then looked at its owner.

“…That’s amazing.”

If you feel slight pain, it looks like your palm is torn. I clenched and unclenched my fists, recalling what happened a moment ago.

It was only a moment, but he clearly exceeded the speed that the eye could perceive. This was not possible simply because he was a ‘warrior’. He definitely said, ‘It’s the most useful of the poor skills I have.’ This means that he had been using it before he became a warrior, so his mind, which was thinking of various assumptions, quickly came up with an answer.

…I wondered how I could kill a strong opponent with my ridiculously weak body.

“Did he forcibly derive a power that surpassed the limits of his body? It’s great because it’s something that not everyone can do, but once you use it, your body will be damaged and you won’t be able to do anything in the future. If you use it here, where there is no one to take care of it….”

“….”

“Oh, that’s right. “You have become a warrior now.”

I smiled softly after checking that Deon was already fully recovered and standing fine.

“I lost.”

It’s a complete defeat. A light, relieved smile appeared on his face.

Deon, who was quietly looking at him, tilted his head to one side.

“Let me ask you again.”

“…?”

“Do you not regret it?”

I wondered what you were going to ask.

“…this me.”

A smile spread across my lips.

“—Do you think you’ll regret it?”

“…well.”

It was an arrogant and noble answer befitting an emperor to the end, but the sense of discomfort I felt from the first time we met still remains. Deon, unable to obtain any information from his steady golden eyes, spoke softly after a short silence.

“I wonder if you didn’t realize that life is full of regrets.”