I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 238

238. Butterfly Effect (6)

The corner of the devil’s mouth rose.

“…that’s right.”

That’s outrageous.

“As expected, you have talent.”

“…Because he is a hero.”

“yes.”

It definitely didn’t belong to the first person who tried it. Although it was clumsy, the attack almost imitated the Demon King’s movements.

I think that a hero is a hero because he didn’t forget to collect it and finished it without fail. The Demon King, who was quietly looking at him, approached Deon, grabbed the upper part of the spear he was holding, and lifted it up.

Deon, who understood that he was trying to take over the spear, relaxed his grip, but the spear did not escape his grip and stayed in place. A soft voice was heard.

“Don’t let go.”

“….”

“That attack from earlier was correct, but the tip of the spear shook a little when it was thrust in and pulled out. I’ll show you slowly again from your perspective, so try your best.”

Even the stabbing was clean.

To get this far in just one attempt. How much does an average person have to work to reach this level? With the absurd thought that life was truly unfair, the Demon King slowly moved the spear, stabbed it in the air, and retrieved it.

There was no need to explain in detail that the spear had to be twisted and retrieved at this point. The Demon King showed through his actions and only spit out one word.

“Did you see it?”

“yes.”

“Now, repeat this ten times in the correct position. When I’m done, I’ll show you how to block, so do that twice and then spar with Myers.”

“….”

“Why? Sparring is effective when blocking. I’m sure there’s nothing like it in actual combat, but it’s not possible right now, and since I can’t spar, it wouldn’t be best to spar with the commander of the 12th Corps, whose main weapon is a spear. ?”

That shouldn’t be a problem.

In common sense, who would spar immediately after doing only 10 thrusts and 2 blocks?

However, Deon, who realized his talent when he properly held the spear for the first time, did not bother to argue. Just as the Demon King said, it really seemed like that would be enough. No, that is definitely enough.

“…Oh, right.”

The Demon King, who was watching Deon stabbing without a single waver, cried out as if he had suddenly remembered it. Words unrelated to the class continued.

“I heard the imperial army raided and wiped out the Demon Cult?”

Stop. The movement of the spear I was retrieving was momentarily disrupted.

The Demon King didn’t care and gently raised the corners of his mouth. A heavy yet light question followed with a slight hint of playfulness.

“I heard that almost everyone is dead and only a few are left. Are you okay?”

“…As long as the contractor is alive, it’s okay.”

I heard that as soon as the contract was successful, Lirinel took away the contractor, Shiia, and began protecting and monitoring her.

Moreover, if the contractor had died, 8th Corps Commander Hel would also have been forcibly recalled, but Hel is still on the campaign trail. In fact, I also heard that they are doing a great job by overcoming traps and reaching the walls of the Mountain Kingdom.

‘You said you used your unique ability to enter the castle and make a big fuss to open the castle gate?’

The King of the Mountain Country was in the next castle, so he couldn’t call out checkmate, but the situation that had made no progress suddenly changed, and that alone is amazing. The last report was that we were leaving immediately for the next castle.

This means that the contractor is safe.

‘It’s so… so passionate that it’s burdensome.’

Deon had a shocked expression.

Hel, Lirinel, Ben and Ed… I think that all the demons that come to mind are passionate, which is a characteristic of their race.

‘Especially how I felt when I belatedly learned of Lirinel’s quick actions.’

A young-looking demon flashes through my mind as he proudly boasts about his actions in stealing a contract, saying, ‘You omitted it because it was such an obvious order?’ I couldn’t help but laugh.

It was an indescribably subtle feeling.

It’s fortunate that the group that took control of the leader of the revolutionary army is alive, but it’s a shame that the group that released the leader of the 8th Corps, with fewer restrictions, into the human world did not die. When you calculate it, it is more beneficial to be alive.

anyway.

“As long as the commander of the army was summoned, the Demon Cult in the human world has fulfilled its role. As long as it is not a contract, it doesn’t matter whether it dies or not.”

“really?”

“yes.”

Actually no.

It would have been better if it had been resolved quietly without summoning the corps commander. What I had left behind just in case turned out to be poison.

How do I clean up the remaining residue? What about the contractor? Even while he was contemplating, Deon neatly completed ten stabs and handed the spear to the Demon King, who stretched out his hand. The Demon King turned his spear lightly as if he were turning a pen and took a stance.

“Now I’m going to show you how to block it, so watch carefully.”

The window moved without any fuss.

“This is what pushes it outward.”

“….”

“This is what pushes it down inward.”

Even though it may seem like it moves roughly, it is clear and clean so it is easy to see and learn. Deon took the spear that was held out and said, “Try it now,” and smiled slightly as he imitated the movements shown by the Demon King.

‘I see why you said to only do it twice.’

It’s easy, but it’s too easy.

Even though it’s your first time, the Demon King tells you to do it two more times, as if there’s nothing to point out about your posture.

I moved the window and glanced at the demon lord. The Demon King, who couldn’t possibly miss his gaze on me, immediately took his eyes off the moving tip of the spear, looked at me, and smiled. Deon’s eyes suddenly turned cold due to his unlucky situation.

“The Demon Cult that has entered the human world.”

“Oh right.”

“…?”

In the same way the Demon King did a moment ago, he cried out and interrupted the Demon King.

Perhaps because this was unexpected, doubt and confusion appeared in the Demon King’s eyes. Deon had a barely visible smile on his face.

“How was the monster problem resolved?”

I stopped talking because it was obvious without having to listen to what the Demon King was going to say. It must have been a pointless question as to what to do now. A remark without any special intention, just to upset and put pressure on this side.

There is no need to listen to that. Deon spoke to the Demon King, who still had a questioning look in his eyes.

“As expected, if the Demon King himself steps forward, the number of troops available to operate will increase significantly, and the war will become much easier.”

He was the one who fell in love with me first, but he also had a slightly surprised look on his face as if he hadn’t expected this.

‘If you offend someone first, you have to be prepared to get hit back.’

He smiled brightly, as if to show off. Only then did the Demon King blink a few times and raise the corners of his mouth. There was joy that could not be hidden in the eyes.

Before he knew it, he had finished practicing twice, lost his purpose, and took away the limp spear, whispering with a smile.

“The hero is here, but I have to wait until the Demon King is away to use it.”

What do I believe in and why should I leave you here?

Although I said it a little differently, it’s still almost as if I said it out loud. Deon chuckled at the unusually explicit answer.

“It’s not that you don’t like easy wars, is it?”

“well.”

The Demon King shrugged his shoulders.

Although both of them know it and pretend not to know, the Demon King is not waging war to completely devour the human world. Since his main purpose was to fill his own interest and fun using the toy called Deonhardt, he was not interested in easy wars that could be ended quickly.

‘…her?’

If it had been before, I would have answered, ‘That can’t be possible’ and smiled proudly.

Have you decided to answer honestly now? Deon blinked for a moment at the unexpected answer, wondering what kind of wind was blowing.

Meanwhile, the Demon King, who took out the communication stone from his chest, spoke calmly.

“Then let’s stop the class here. Now let’s call Myers.”

“…Isn’t the 12th Legion busy hunting monsters?”

Besides, it hasn’t been that long since I left.

I heard that the commander of the 8th Corps went out to hunt monsters again that afternoon.

It would be a bit different if I told you to come back from there. The Demon King grinned, as if a nervous emotion was reflected in his eyes.

“I’m not saying we’re going to spar right away, but let’s say we’re reserving it for later.”

“Ah…”

When Deon nodded in understanding, the light in the Demon King’s communication seat came on.

I haven’t even tried to contact you yet? Their attention gathered in one place. Deon muttered as if he were puzzled.

“There’s a communication…?”

It would be rare for someone or a situation to communicate directly with the Demon King’s communication seat. What on earth is going on? A doubt suddenly appeared in my eyes.

The Demon King glances at Deon and immediately lowers his gaze to receive the communication. Soon, a slightly trembling voice echoed throughout the training hall.

– Greetings to the Demon King. This is the communication delivery team. I would like to contact you because I have urgent news.

“what?”

– It is said that the troops who went out to provide support a few days ago were annihilated.

Stop. Deon’s hand, which had been stroking a bit of loose hair, took a step back and stopped.

It was easy to understand the situation.

‘…iced coffee. ‘That’s it.’

The feeling suddenly sinks.

Therefore, while he was silent, the Demon King slowly opened his mouth as if he was remembering.

“A few days ago… Are you talking about the troops led by the 8th Corps commander?”

– Yes that’s right.

“It was completely destroyed…”

The Demon King’s eyes sank a little coldly.

“Does that mean the 8th Corps commander is also dead?”

– …Yes that’s right.

In the end, he died. Deon rummaged in his arms and took out a cigarette.

The devil’s gaze immediately caught his attention, but he didn’t care and lit the fire. The Demon King, who watched the smoke fading as it rose into the sky for a moment, soon focused on communication again.

Questions poured in.

“What is the source of the information? I heard that they were active by joining the troops that went ahead, but why did I only hear news of the annihilation of the supporting troops? What about the troops that went first? Are they safe?”

– A little while ago, I received a direct message from Nine, the adjutant of the 8th Corps commander. It is said that they were attacked by a hero while traveling on a neat and unorganized route for efficiency.

A well-organized road has pitfalls, and an untidy road is narrow and difficult to navigate. The larger the number, the slower the movement speed, so it was worth moving separately.

– We also confirmed the news of the survival of existing troops. They say everyone is safe.

“That’s a good thing… I heard the adjutant contacted me directly. So, isn’t there only one survivor, not annihilation?”

– He directly said ‘annihilation’ and contact was cut off in an urgent situation.

…You sensed your own death.

Deon put out the burned butt down his throat and took out a new cigarette. The Demon King looked back and forth between the new cigarette in Deon’s hand and the healed wound on his neck that left no trace, and then stretched out his hand.

“Any information about the hero you encountered?”

Crackling.

The index and middle fingers hold the cigarette and the thumb presses the lit end to extinguish it. Deon’s hand lost some strength due to the unexpected action.

– Judging by his appearance of green hair and brown eyes, he is inferred to be Stigma Primiro, the Empire’s second hero known to have disappeared.

“Green hair isn’t that common, and if he’s capable of killing the commander of the 8th Corps, who even signed a contract, he’s probably the one.”

The demon king, who naturally took out a cigarette without missing the opportunity, smiled.

“Thank you for your hard work. If we don’t hear from you by tomorrow, we will confirm annihilation and notify you officially.”

– All right.

***

After delivering the news of the ‘annihilation’ of the reinforcements, Nine turned off the communication and raised his head.

The body of my superior is seen lying at the feet of the green-haired hero. The three-dimensional black shadow without any movement made us realize that he was dead because he struggled desperately until the end.

I gritted my teeth. I felt the complex emotions of anger and despair mixed and distorted engulfing me.

…Originally, I was going to report two survivors and request assistance.

[I urgently request assistance. [The location is…]

That would have been the case if the number of survivors had not been reduced to one.

Deep. An eerie sound was heard, and Hel, who had held out until the very end, died. Nine, who witnessed the scene, stopped talking.

[Adjutant?]

[….]

[…Adjutant? Are you listening? What’s going on?]