I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 234

234. Butterfly Effect (2)

It was a word thrown out without explanation, but Paul could understand it.

As expected, you already knew about Shiia’s whereabouts. You probably knew it once upon a time.

“Mr. Iram… Mr. Iram, Mr. Iram….”

“….”

“Why did you do that?”

A voice close to lament came out.

I felt betrayed, but I wasn’t angry. Because sadness precedes anger.

“I know very well what role Shiia plays for me.”

Shiia’s existence is not something that can be seen and judged piecemeal.

For Paul, who has been burned countless times by the same person, Shiia is the seed and root of the only humanity left for the emotionally barren slum child. As long as he was the leader of the revolutionary army, no one could take Shiia away from him.

An insider can do that.

“…I am.”

Iram, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth.

“I wanted to eliminate your weakness.”

“….”

“Daniel, the leader of the squadron, dedicated his life to his mother and lived for her, so there was nothing he could do, but you are different. “I’m still doing well without that girl.”

“haha.”

Dry laughter filled the room.

Then, a low, slightly angry voice came out.

“Why is Mr. Iram judging that?”

“….”

“Then what are you going to do if I really go crazy?”

It seems that the man who was the head of the squadron, my mentor, and my older brother treated him too gently because he was his closest associate.

How ridiculous did they look at me that they did all this?

Paul picked up a document on the desk and waved it.

“Mr. Lee Ram, do you know what document this is?”

“…?”

“It is a document that analyzes the current situation and writes down the direction in which we should move forward. It’s the latest version. “Should we postpone the ‘policy to be implemented after the revolution’ that Daniel came up with and call it a temporary policy to be implemented in the interim?”

I know it’s a very important document, but…

what does it matter? A doubt appeared in Iram’s eyes.

Paul meets her eyes, grins, and holds the documents with both hands as if showing off. The moment Iram was startled by the ominous smile, suppressed by an emotion that he didn’t know whether it was anger or sadness, the paper tore in two.

“…!”

Iram’s eyes widened.

Paul didn’t stop there, but repeatedly grabbed the torn paper and tore it again, tearing the document into shreds over and over again. It was almost like crushing it.

It was only after Paul held the crumbled documents in both hands that Iram came to his senses and belatedly grabbed his wrist.

“What… what are you doing! “That important thing!”

“Let go.”

“….”

“Let go, Mr. Iram.”

The hand holding my wrist fell weakly.

Paul scattered paper dust in front of her eyes as if showing off. Unseasonable snow was falling indoors.

Iram stared blankly at the scene. It was not easy to come to my senses due to the calm anger of someone who had been quietly performing his role until now.

…I know what this behavior means. He is warning.

If you want to play the role of a proper leader, you should first find out Shiia’s whereabouts. There will also be a warning not to do something like this again.

“Not twice, Mr. Lee Ram. “This is the last time.”

“….”

“Where is Shiia?”

ah.

I can still see the little boy Daniel was carrying around, but I wonder when he became so big.

The eyes, full of the spirit of a leader leading a group, are directed straight in this direction. After making eye contact for a moment, Iram slowly opened his mouth.

“…Honestly, I’m not sure because I haven’t had time to pay attention to that child since the war against the demon world got into full swing and I got quite busy. However, if I could just tell you the location at the time of the last discovery….”

“….”

“…it was a demonic religion.”

“…what?”

***

This is a scam.

Deon, who was conducting a skill test with various questions to the 8th Legion Commander Hel, was unable to control his growing surprise, which was closer to astonishment, and ended up saying something without realizing it.

“That doesn’t make sense…”

“…As expected, I’m… incorrigible…”

“No, that’s not what I meant… He’s ridiculously talented.”

So much so that I feel threatened.

Is it really okay to release this into the human world? I think it won’t be long before we hear news of a complete conquest. Deon was seriously worried.

“It’s really… all-powerful….”

“…Thank you…?”

“…Okay, first of all, it’s a compliment.”

Hel, the commander of the 8th Legion, is a demon who is skilled in all kinds of weaponry. That alone was threatening, but as a demon born with magical power in the shadows, even its unique abilities were dangerous.

Blending into and moving through shadows.

Even the restrictions were relaxed to the point where it was similar to the Demon World. It was a ridiculous situation, considering that as soon as they heard Develania’s tip a long time ago, they quickly moved to deal with the target and returned.

Even though it has its own distance limit, what kind of crazy ability is this?

“Anyway… thank you for your hard work.”

I also need to remove it as quickly as possible.

“thank you.”

“….”

The greeting returned without pause.

Today, the blood dripping from the floor was bothering him, so Deon rummaged in his arms, took out a cigarette, and told him to go inside and rest.

As he turned around, Ed and Dan followed behind him as if it was natural.

Deon stopped for a moment in front of the door he had already arrived at and looked back at Ed.

The eyes that meet each other move down with resignation, as if they know what he is going to say. Deon closed his mouth, which he had reflexively opened at the sight, for a moment before finally opening his mouth and saying what he had intended.

“You did a good job too.”

“….”

A euphemism for congratulating guests, meaning to leave.

Ed, who had been silent, glances at Dan, bows his head and walks away without saying a word. Deon, who had been staring at the back for a moment, quickly looked away without any hesitation and placed his hand on the doorknob.

When I opened the door, a strange plant that was looking out from a flower pot by the window with its chin resting on it made a ‘squeak’ sound and gently shook its leaves as if greeting me.

“Oh yeah. hi.”

“Pfft.”

As I go inside, the stems reach out to this side.

How far can that stretch? Deon, who was looking suspiciously at the stem that was growing longer and shorter at will, wrapped his waist around the dangling plant and grabbed it without breaking the pot.

“…what?”

“Yuck.”

“You look in a bad mood?”

“Sweet!”

“Oh, that too, but it smells like cigarettes?”

“Yuck!”

“…How on earth can we communicate before the plant smells… or before?”

Dan’s expression, which was slightly distorted as if he couldn’t understand it, was quite funny, so Deon laughed and put the flower pot down on the table. He spoke playfully in a more relaxed manner than before, gently brushing his fingers over the thick stem that could be considered the body of the guy who was retrieving the stem wrapped around his waist.

“Just by feeling?”

“…Is that true?”

“It’s not a lie at all… Aside from simple communication, he usually expresses his thoughts in quite detailed ways. “Anyone can tell.”

“okay.”

“by the way.”

Deon, sitting on the bed, opened his mouth as if muttering.

“The 8th Corps Commander must be killed as well.”

“how?”

Dan, who was poking the strange plant on the table as if he was curious, calmly asked back.

I wasn’t surprised. Because I expected it to some extent.

Deon raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, biting the knuckles of his fingers and mumbling.

“I know. What should I do? I can’t kill him myself…”

It would be neat if Deon, the hero, killed him himself, but that’s not possible. If you kill him yourself, you will definitely be found out.

There are many people paying attention to Deonhardt even in the Demon Castle. Right now, the Demon King seems to be paying more attention to Deon than other Demons. Even if other demons were put off as a later priority, it would be difficult to even avoid the demon king’s gaze.

Deon, who plans to reduce the number of legion commanders in the future, did not want to take the risk of killing just one when it was only the beginning.

“If there’s nothing in particular that comes to mind right now, I don’t think it’d be a bad idea to take a little rest… Okay!”

Sigh. The monster crawled over and bit my finger.

Dan quickly shook out his hand and pulled out his finger, and when he saw the wound bleeding profusely, he looked bewildered.

“Why are there teeth inside the flower bud?…”

“Fuha!”

“…Are you having fun?”

“uh. very. “The owner is also a biter, so of course he will bite you.”

“….”

“There is no poison, so you don’t have to worry. “Who dares touch me like that?”

Deon chuckles. Dan looked into his pocket with a sullen expression and took out a handkerchief.

I have no intention of continuing the current topic, which is both nutritious and embarrassing. I roughly wiped away the blood and took out the business I had used to find Deon in the first place.

“…I found the Shiia the Master was looking for. A girl from poverty who once belonged to the Salvation Church. In addition to the name, it also meets these three conditions, so it is probably correct. “He is now in the Demon Church.”

Since I was offending the revolutionary army and its leader in many ways, I thought there would be some reaction when I heard this news. It was especially absurd because the being I had been looking for was in the Demon Church.

However, rather than reacting in any way, Deon just lay down on the bed.

“know.”

“…yes?”

“It was dark under the lamp. “It’s a pity, but it’s too late.”

His eyes became blurred as he looked at the ceiling.

“He was the 8th Corps commander’s contractor.”

“…ah?”

“I didn’t get carried away for no reason.”

It was so empty and absurd. To be honest, even now that I have managed to get my mind back on track, I still find it absurd.

That seemed to be the same for Dan as well, as he stuttered and opened his mouth with a slightly dazed look on his face.

“…Uh…sure…that’s a bit…very surprising.”

“….”

“So… um, what are you going to do? “I belong to the Demon Church, so if you tell Lirinel, it will be resolved quickly.”

Her blind and proactive attitude means that she will carry out whatever orders Deon tells her.

Dando Deon knew that fact very well.

Is that why?

“….”

Deon raised his upper body and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he stopped and closed his mouth again. A hand covered the face that revealed self-loathing and self-blame.

As if wiping his face once wasn’t enough, he rubs his face a couple of times as if dry washing his face, then slowly raises his head. A voice mixed with lament came out heavily.

“It looks like I’ve been affected by war a lot.”

“….”

“If you see that your so-called thoughts are starting to resemble that damn bastard’s methods.”

The purple pen on the desk within sight is annoying.

I got up, picked up the pen, and broke it in half. I returned to the bed with it and roughly threw it on the table where the flower pot was placed, and the monster plant said, ‘Yuk!’ and slapped it with its stem.

Seeing that absurd situation, Dan unconsciously closed his mouth.

“….”

“…You’re quite perceptive.”

“Yuck!”

The strange plant raises its thumb… or rather, its leaf.

It was trivial and funny to do, but it made me feel a little better. Deon said with a grin.

“Well, let’s go a little further and think about it later. “We don’t have to decide right now, so let’s postpone it for a little while.”

“…Yes. That girl is a contractor for the 8th Corps commander, so no matter what you do right now, if she returns, she will be viewed with suspicion. “It would be better to take some time to deal with it.”

“yes. When I was looking for Shiia, I didn’t do anything in secret. Probably all the demons know. In that situation, if she dies, I will be the first to jump on board…”

In fact, Dan realized what Deon was thinking. Deon probably had a vague idea that he had noticed, too.

So this is just blindfolding.

Nevertheless, since he had no intention of ruining the already improved mood, Dan just agreed without saying anything, and Deon nodded, not wanting to ruin the immediate mood but needing time to find a better way.

There was a strange atmosphere between the two that seemed warm but not.

Dan, who was rolling his eyes in ambiguous silence, let out an exclamation as if something occurred to him.

“…Oh, and there is a rumor I heard while looking for Shiia.”

“What?”

“It is a famous rumor among the commoners of the human world these days. It is the story of a true green-haired hero who wanders for low places, not high places.”

Green haired hero.

One person’s name came out of my mouth without even thinking about it.

“…Stigma senior.”