I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 226

226. Soul-shattering (1)

Deon’s eyes widened mischievously.

The Demon King, who was looking at him as if he was a little puzzled, added something as if he wanted to move on without saying anything, but instead put his gaze back on the canvas and returned to the original topic.

“I understand what you mean, but… it will be difficult right now.”

“Well… there’s no need to worry, you can just destroy one more kingdom. “If that’s not enough, you can just trample on a few more.”

“By then, everything will have been conquered before appeasement, right? “I heard you use carrots?”

“Whether it’s a carrot or a stick, you just have to get the results you want.”

Deon narrowed his eyes as he flicked his fingers at the stems and leaves of the strange plant that were growing indiscriminately.

The demon king let out a short laugh in response to that fox-like laugh.

“You have a bad personality.”

“Thanks to you, I learned it.”

“I became bolder than before.”

“That too.”

“Early education was wrong.”

“It’s too late to educate them now.”

Heroes and demon kings are basically equal beings.

“And honestly, you’re not offended.”

“That’s right. In fact, I like it more now. “It’s fun, right?”

“You have a bad personality.”

“of course. “Who is your teacher?”

“….”

Silence came again.

Deon lightly touched the flower bud of the strange plant, which had become quiet as if it had given up, with his fingertip and placed the flower pot on the temporary table hastily prepared in front of the sofa. My hair, which had become a mess from leaning on the armrest of the sofa, untied the string, laid it down next to the flower pot, and fell back onto the sofa without any motivation.

Humming, which had become a semi-habit, dispelled the silence.

“Once upon a time, in a world, death spoke—.”

The Demon King, who had been quietly listening and playing with his brush, suddenly tilted his head.

weird.

“Why do you only sing the first verse?”

“The soul after death… yes?”

“I’ve been listening to it since a while ago, but you only sang the first verse.”

“Is there any problem with that…?”

“No, that’s not it.”

A discourteous look followed, as if asking if they were going to start a fight.

If I continue like this, I will get unnecessary hate. I don’t care if he hates me or not, but I think it would be a little unfair if it was derived from a misunderstanding. The Demon King immediately waved his hand.

“I just thought you would like the second verse more, but I was a little surprised that you were only singing the first verse. “Is there some reason?”

Even though there is a second verse, I don’t understand why he is singing lyrics that are not good from his point of view.

As if the misunderstanding had been resolved, Deon’s gaze softened slightly.

“Because all I know is verse 1. “It was only recently that I learned of the existence of verse 2.”

“okay? Well, it’s an old folk song, so there’s nothing strange about it.”

Things that are unbreakable and have managed to be passed down through oral tradition are usually partially transformed or lost in the process. The older it gets, the larger its scope becomes.

Rather, it can be said that it is an unusual case that it has been passed down intact, so it would not be surprising if the second verse was lost entirely.

The Demon King, who was nodding his head inwardly, paused as a thought crossed his mind.

‘That’s just….’

You mean you were doing this without knowing anything? And that too, while pondering only the lyrics of the first verse.

‘That’s amazing.’

It’s amazing in another way. It seems that in order to carry out something on this scale, the vessel itself must be different.

Aren’t you afraid of the aftereffects? … No, maybe I’m looking forward to that ‘return’.

I put down the brush. As if he was lying down, he turned his head to meet red eyes looking at me, then smiled. He spoke with a smile towards humanity’s traitor and worst criminal.

“Shall I tell you verse 2?”

“…Yes, what…”

Despite the hesitant, annoyed answer, the Demon King kept smiling and immediately began to remember.

If verse 1 contains a warning not to sin, verse 2 contains advice in situations where one has already sinned or has no choice but to sin.

That is why the title is not ‘Death’s Warning’ but ‘Death’s Advice’.

“then.”

The Demon King’s mouth opened and a perfectly restored song flowed out.

The finished song was like this.

Once upon a time, in a world, Death spoke.

Do not sin.

After death, your soul begins to break under the weight of your sins.

Extinction without paying the penalty is too convenient an avoidance.

The bigger the sin, the faster the reincarnation process takes place.

And added:

If you have no choice but to condemn.

Commit a greater sin than anyone else.

As soon as you die, your soul breaks down and disappears so that you can forever avoid the punishment for your sins.

This is the maximum consideration I can give.

“….”

Deon was silent. It was not as peaceful silence as before.

Commit a greater sin than anyone else─ The devil sings a specific part again as if he were playing a joke. Deon glanced at him with a look in his eyes that made it hard to tell what he was thinking, and calmly organized his thoughts.

‘Does this mean that if the sin is excessive, it is possible to avoid it?’

I understand why verse 2 was lost.

In order for it to remain as a famous folk song, it had no choice but to be removed. It is impossible to turn growing children into criminals, so for the sake of their children’s future, parents would have omitted the name and then it would have naturally disappeared.

“…surely.”

I opened my mouth slowly.

The Demon King can be seen focusing his attention, as if wondering what the reaction will be. Deon just smiled proudly.

“I like the second verse more. “These are interesting lyrics.”

“…yes?”

A look of disappointment appeared for a moment before the Demon King smiled brightly.

What kind of reaction were you expecting? Unlucky bastard. He swallowed his swear words and strengthened his expression, which was about to distort.

“Yes, doesn’t it fit perfectly with my current situation? “I don’t know if that has anything to do with reality.”

“I’ve never died, so I don’t know if it’s authentic, but I do know that it’s a folk song older than my age. “Whether it is valuable because it is old or has been preserved for a long time because it has value, old things have value.”

“…Does that mean the lyrics are really true?”

“I told you, right? They say they don’t know because they haven’t died. Still, it’s worth paying attention to at least once.”

Well… it

feels strange because the lyrics fit perfectly with my situation where I’m going on a rampage and say I’m going to make you regret choosing me to fuck with the world, but that’s it.

It doesn’t matter whether I receive payment for the sins I committed after death or not. For me, who lives only for today, the most important thing is the present. Between the reality that’s immediately upon me and the past that’s strangling me, it’s hard to just hold on and hold on to the breath I almost lost again and again. Did you think I’d have time to think about the future?

If I had paid attention to the weight of my sins and the karma from the beginning, I wouldn’t have done what I have done now.

“okay.”

So I answered half-heartedly and turned around.

Leaving the Demon King’s silence behind, I lay down on the back of the sofa… but it was more uncomfortable than I thought, so I turned around again.

“Now that I think about it, are you sleeping well without any nightmares these days?”

“yes?”

And then I fell off the narrow sofa.

“?!”

I was shocked for a moment, but thankfully I didn’t fall on the cold floor.

Because I don’t know when the devil approached me, I stretched out one arm and accepted it.

Deon, who was blinking his eyes and looking at the Demon King blankly, frowned slightly as if he belatedly recognized the situation.

“…the sofa is narrow.”

I definitely didn’t fail because I made a stupid mistake.

“That’s because it’s a sofa.”

“For the sake of the Demon Lord’s dignity, I think it would be better to change it to something a little larger.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a warrior worry about my dignity, and I’m touched.”

“….”

Deon, whose face was completely distorted, raised his upper body that was being supported by the Demon King.

“It’s okay now, so please take my arm away. The height was low and he was a hero to begin with, so even if he had just fallen, he would have been fine. Rather, you can support yourself with one arm…”

“Yuk!”

“…It wasn’t just one arm. “Okay, thank you.”

I said it was well balanced and supported, but there was one more thing.

I belatedly realized the stem supporting my leg and awkwardly expressed my gratitude. A strange plant with a long stem extending from the table rolled up its leaves and lifted them up.

Deon’s face distorted with an unknown emotion at the familiar action, as if he was raising his thumb. The Demon King, who was watching this, pretended not to notice and repeated the question he had asked a moment ago.

“So what about nightmares?”

“….”

Deon buried himself on the sofa without saying a word.

The nightmare came as if waiting for the flower to wither. The night began again when I couldn’t sleep properly, but I didn’t miss the flower’s absence. On the contrary, Deon welcomed this situation with sincere joy.

Because it means that Cruel really went to rest.

“Well… okay.”

The Demon King lightly shrugged his shoulders at the silence that refused to answer.

“Whether I sleep well or not, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work.”

“….”

“Anyway, the picture is finished. Would you like to take a look?”

He walks toward the canvas. Deon stared at the back, then stood up and took his steps.

On the canvas was Deon Hardt, who looked exactly like reality.

The painting depicts every detail, including red eyes, white hair, eyelashes, and skin texture. If the background wasn’t a canvas and the viewer wasn’t moving, he might have thought he was looking at a mirror.

“You’re probably familiar with it. “Until the recent war broke out, this was the preferred painting style when drawing portraits in the human world.”

“…I know. “All the portraits I saw were in this style.”

“Don’t you think it would be satisfying to draw a picture like this with your own hands?”

“Not at all…”

I’m not interested in the picture.

Still, I do know that the Demon King is good at drawing. It’s the same with musical instruments, and even drawing… Is there something I can’t do?

These questions finally came out of my mouth as the Demon King continued with his next words.

“If you’re not interested in paintings… shall we try interpreting ancient language next?”

“…What on earth can’t you do? “Do they exist?”

“Yes? iced coffee-.”

The Demon King answered indifferently, as if asking all the obvious questions.

“At least you can do everything you can think of right now.”

“….”

“Oh, except for making your wish come true.”

Deon’s shoulders stiffened.

The shaking eyes were followed by a slightly impatient voice, as if trying to cover up the cause of the momentary agitation with something else.

“As expected, it’s hard to believe. No matter how long you lived, you couldn’t do all that…”

“Deon.”

In the end, it worked out as he intended.

The Demon King, who paid attention to Deon’s immediate statement rather than his attitude, smiled as if it was funny.

“Like you said, I’ve lived a long time. If you had lived an uneven life for a long time, your common sense would have worked. “The variable is that my life is longer than you think.”

“….”

“I had a lot of free time to learn something and see the end of the field. “It goes beyond arts such as painting, sculpture, composition, poetry, and weaponry such as swords, spears, shields, and bows, and even fields that exist but are not commonly recognized, such as interpreting ancient languages, excavating relics, and processing gemstones.”

“….”

“As of now, there is only one thing in this world that I have not learned. “That is something that can only be learned from a hero.”

“….”

“So….”

He stretches out his hand.

The murderous touch slowly approaches my neck, as if telling me to avoid it if I want to. Deon, who obediently gave up his neck, glanced down at the hand that was closer to resting, rather than grabbing or strangling, and then raised his gaze again to look at the other person.

There was a distorted expression of emptiness and boredom mixed against the dry background, as if a layer of the mask I wore every day had been removed.

“…I hope you grow up and become my teacher.”

At first glance, it had an appearance similar to suffering.