I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 24

24. The Veil Lifted (7)

Ed, who was waiting for his boss to come out outside the building, was momentarily speechless at the situation unfolding before his eyes.

Because what on earth happened inside?

I looked blankly at him casually brushing up his blood-soaked hair, then quickly turned my gaze to check inside the building.

The intention was to check how many people had been killed, but what caught my eye was an unexpected scene.

‘There’s no body…?’

Obviously, if that amount of blood was spilled, it would have been a massacre.

Although there is a strange silence, at least there are no corpses visible on the first floor through the window.

In the end, Ed had no choice but to ask directly, so he stuttered and opened his mouth.

“What happened… No, the blood on my body before that…”

“It’s not Demon’s blood.”

Ben gave the answer. Ed got angry for a moment.

Do you think I’m asking because I don’t know that?

If you couldn’t even tell whether the blood on your body was yours or someone else’s, you wouldn’t have come up here in the first place.

Therefore, the moment I gritted my teeth and was about to speak again, Ben’s expression caught my eye.

A tired expression.

This is the expression seen mainly by those who have seen Daemon’s battle in person.

Because I often made that expression myself, I was able to quickly figure out what it meant.

‘ah.’

‘Yes, that. ‘I don’t know.’

I was so absorbed in the peace that I forgot about it for a while.

0The combat style of the corps commander.

Is there any way to come up with an answer since we have compared it to an ordinary battle without taking into account his fighting style, which is significantly different from that of other corps commanders?

How could you forget that?

Deon, ignoring Ed’s dumbfounded expression, wipes the blood splattered on his cheek with his palm and sticks out his tongue to gently lick it.

And Ed was frightened by the abnormal smile on his face and the red eyes that were starting to show madness again, so he took out his handkerchief and held it out.

“Wipe with this.”

“There’s no need to do that. “Weren’t you going to fight anyway?”

“Isn’t the blood blocking your vision? “Please at least wipe your face.”

“Hmm.”

Fortunately, there were no further rejections.

Ed, who looked anxiously at his superior who obediently took a handkerchief and wiped his face, straightened his posture, thinking that he had to get to the battlefield quickly before something happened.

“…I think we should hurry and get to the wall. “They say the scale itself is different this time.”

“I guess that doesn’t matter. “The important thing is, ‘Do monsters have emotions?’”

“There definitely is.”

“I know.”

No, it’s here.

A laughing comment flowed out, asking if I was being too stubborn.

Although the words were clearly filled with laughter and playfulness, Ed immediately bowed his waist instead of lowering his stern expression, as if he had not been told to be stubborn for no reason.

─When he first became the adjutant of Commander 0 Corps and when he first showed himself like this, Ed was extremely confused.

It’s definitely the same thing. But it’s different.

He pondered for a while, not knowing what attitude to take and how to deal with his superior, whose personality was completely opposite to what he had shown so far. He came to such a simple conclusion that it was a waste of time to worry.

There was no need to worry in the first place.

All I had to do was match his attitude.

Changing your personality does not change you as a person. Since the memories are still intact, you can just think of yourself as dealing with an extremely capricious being.

And it was right to treat the current 0 Corps commander with a more thorough attitude than ever.

If you treat him loosely and go against his will, ‘he’ won’t forgive you.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay. So what about my weapon?”

“Here it is.”

He held out several daggers and sheaths that could be worn on the body.

Deon accepted them as if he was used to them and began to wear them one by one.

Wearing a total of six daggers, crossed on both thighs and two daggers on his back, he looked at the robe and cloak in Ed’s hands one last time, then picked up the cloak.

“The opponent is not human, so there is no need for a robe.”

fluttering.

A black cloak flutters loudly.

Deon, who was walking while checking to see if anything was missing, stopped for a moment and glanced back.

The demons inside the building are looking at us with dumbfounded faces.

I can hear a voice vaguely mentioning the Commander of Corps 0, so it seems like they have figured out their identity.

‘Well, it doesn’t really matter.’

As he watched them each dodge away as soon as they made eye contact, he immediately smiled and turned around.

Before I knew it, there was a madness in the red eyes that made me feel like I could smell something fishy just by looking at them.

In contrast, Deon, with a cheerful smile on his face, pulled out the dagger from his waist and put it away.

“let’s go.”

***

I opened my closed eyes.

Although it is clumsy, you can see the soldiers lined up in their own rows.

When I expanded my view a little further, what I saw was the endless sky stretching out behind me.

In a moment, I stared at the clear sky, unbecoming a battlefield where a feast of slaughter would take place, and then lowered my gaze again.

‘I’ was standing on the podium.

‘I’ said, looking at the soldiers who were hiding their fear, tension, anxiety and dissatisfaction with a sour expression.

“The vanguard is largely divided into two categories.”

He extended two fingers towards those who silently raised their heads.

“One is a true vanguard that breaks through traps with great power, tramples on enemies, and raises the morale of allies. The other is the so-called meat shield, which detects traps with its body and offsets the attacks of powerful enemies. If I had to guess, we’d say it’s the latter.”

The guys gritting their teeth are reflected in the field of vision.

You might want to refute it. You might want to shout no and throw a bunch of curses. But I’m sure you know it well.

‘I’ have just become a commander from an ordinary soldier. And the soldiers improvised for that commander.

There was no one here who knew this clearly but was shameless enough to deny it.

Therefore, ‘I’ calmly opened my mouth to those who were silent.

“Everyone here has participated in battles, so they probably know the atmosphere of the battlefield well. I don’t think anyone has forgotten. Shouts and screams heard from all over the place, the sound of weapons constantly echoing through the battlefield, the muddy ground soaked in blood and stained red. And the ‘madness’ that flows through all of this.”

“….”

“There will be people who resisted the madness that tried to devour their minds, and there will also be people who were devoured. So, I will tell you now.”

Looking at the eyes, it seems like he knows what to say.

You’re probably expecting something boring like ‘don’t let the madness feed you’.

That’s a funny thought.

‘I’ have survived in this crazy place so far with this absurdly weak body.

There’s no way you’d get sick of words coming out of the mouth of someone like that.

“Feed the madness.”

A cool silence fell.

‘I’ spoke, clearly showing my seething madness towards those people with surprised expressions as if they couldn’t believe their ears.

Some people are shocked by the madness revealed in their eyes and facial expressions. Some people barely stopped retreating.

“But it shouldn’t be eaten sloppily. Eat completely. Reason is enough to distinguish between enemy and enemy.”

The phrase “don’t let madness eat you” applies only to knights or higher who have proper swordsmanship.

What help would it be if we maintained our senses when we couldn’t even master the meager swordsmanship?

Since ancient times, wild animals must be calm to successfully hunt them, and sheep that run wild are harder to catch than gentle ones.

We were just sheep, and in my opinion, there was only one way to survive in this place full of wild beasts.

“Do not create a whole corpse. Even if you judge it to be dead, do not stop chopping it up; cut open its abdomen and scoop out its internal organs. “It stops when you decide it can’t get any more tattered.”

The look in your eyes says you’re fed up.

It’s not funny that it’s just words, but it makes me think.

If you stand on the battlefield with this clumsy mentality, a hundred people will die.

I didn’t become the leader because I wanted to, but since I was in this position, I had no intention of letting the soldiers under me die.

It’s not about responsibility. ‘I’ lost all my troops and was worried about the disadvantages that would result.

What is left for a commander who has lost all his troops?

If you’re a guy like me who doesn’t have a back, your head will definitely be blown off.

How did you survive this far? I just have to die because of those bastards?

“You guys seem to have forgotten where you are. Come to your senses!”

I can’t admit it because it’s unfair.

Eyes wide in surprise turn to me.

‘I’ stared straight into each of those eyes and shouted in an evil voice.

“Do you think the enemies will swing their swords while considering the opponent? If you shout out that you were forcibly taken there, do you think they will think that’s right? If there’s anyone who wants to come here and question morality, come out right away. “I will personally throw you in front of your enemies so that you can discuss morality with them!”

A cool wind blew.

I can hear the sound of sand being swept away by the wind. I could hear fallen leaves rolling around and tree branches shaking.

Silence fell on the open plain so that all these sounds could be heard.

“We are weak. And this is a battlefield where the weak are eliminated. “How many ways do you think we can do to survive in a place like this?”

Haven’t you realized yet that you’re in no position to call hot or cold?

It was a reprimand in that sense.

‘I’ continued speaking slowly, with no answer coming back, not sure if I understood or not.

“As far as I know, there is only one method that can be used by those of us who cannot fight or leave the battle.

──「Psychological Warfare」.”

It’s about instilling ‘fear’ in your enemies.

Don’t let them attack you carelessly. So that you cannot aim your sword carelessly.

So how should we instill fear?

“A feeling of foreignness. Make me feel different. The sense of heterogeneity on the battlefield will eventually lead to fear, no matter what process it takes. Fear will dull the enemy’s hands and feet, ultimately preventing him from using his skills properly. “We’re going to slit that guy’s head.”

Yes, we become hyenas on the battlefield.

Don’t think I’m a coward. Is cowardice a big part of what we do to survive?

Now, I think it’s time to discuss how to make people feel different, but if that happens, the story goes back to the beginning.

“There are only a few ways to create a sense of heterogeneity in this limited space called a battlefield. In fact, there is only one thing we can do. First, let me tell you everything—”

He held up his arm, which was carefully wrapped in white bandages all the way to the fingertips.

“On a battlefield full of people covered in blood and dust, you can stay clean without a single speck of dust or blood.”

This time, he fluttered the white cloak he had been specially given.

“Or covered in enough blood to stand out among the bloody and dusty crowd.”

Since we have to roll around on the floor to avoid the sword right now, there is no way we can keep it clean, so there is only one method that can be used in the end.

‘I’ laughed as I looked at the silent soldiers with even darker faces, probably realizing that they had no choice.

It was a laugh that, even thinking about it, gave off the fishy smell of blood.

“We are covered in blood. It shows a brutal hand that even those who are accustomed to war can compete with. He smiles and swings his sword in a way that sends shivers down my spine just by looking at him. Also, it would be good to show that you are delighted with the enemy.”

In one word, be consumed by madness.

Anyone who runs away becomes a target.

However, a crazy person who attacks with his eyes closed becomes an object of avoidance.

“I’ll say it again. We cannot be the ‘true vanguard.’”

“….”

“But I don’t want to be a meat shield either. So we’re similar but we take different paths.”

Did I mention that a true vanguard raises the spirit of our troops?

Then we…

“We bring down the enemy’s momentum.”