I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 247

247. Because emotions have always killed someone (2)

Oh, I see.

Deon, who searched his memory a little more for a detailed explanation, touched the corner of his mouth and recited the features of the building.

“It’s a two-story building… I remember the first floor was a gambling house and the second floor was a bar.”

“Oh, I think I know where you’re talking about. Please follow me.”

Immediately the demons took the lead.

It didn’t take long to arrive, as it seemed to be closer than expected.

“Is this right?”

In front of the building they arrived at, the demon looked back at Deon.

“That’s right. Good job.”

“Yes, then I will go too.”

“Okay. Bye.”

It’s the building I remember. After scanning the familiar building with his eyes, Deon gave a brief greeting to the demon who guided him and went inside.

Subtly glowing gazes gathered around, probably anticipating a visit from a new protector, and then froze.

“….”

“….”

As if I recognized him, silence came inside. There was an uneasy silence.

‘0 Corps Commander…’

‘…You’re Deon Hart, right?’

‘I heard he was the general commander, but why is someone so busy here…’

Why did he come here again? Perhaps he is thinking of punishing himself for what happened before?

At least among those present at that time, there was no demon who did not know him. Because the memories of that time were too shocking to forget.

How can we forget the man who brought fear to the entire building by killing only one person? The incident at that time remained so deeply in the minds of some demons that even now, even after a long time, they still experience it as a nightmare, so the demons were busy rolling their eyes and exchanging glances as to whether they should kneel even now.

And amidst the tense tension, Deon moved.

He scanned the interior with his red eyes and walked straight towards the place where he seemed to have found the person he was aiming for. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes focused on what seemed to be his destination. There was Mile, who had unconsciously given him a drugged drink a long time ago.

‘Why why?’

Miles cringed with a face that looked like he was going to cry.

‘At that time, you just took the medicine and left. ‘Wasn’t that the end of it?’

Deon Hardt is getting closer. Depending on the angle of the lighting, a shadow is cast on the face and the eerie red eyes stand out even more. Mile, who was frozen and unable to even get up from his chair because there was no such thing as a devil in sight, just followed his instincts and leaned back before crawling over to the back of the crash.

I was startled by a louder-than-expected noise and tried to get up in a hurry, but my shoes stopped in front of me.

As if trying to make eye contact kindly, Deon slowly bends down on his knees and makes eye contact. His bright red eyes took on the shape of a half moon, as if he was smiling.

“Hello, weakling. It’s been a while, huh?”

“…yes yes!”

“There’s something I’d like to ask of you…”

As I face it like this, I remember a time in the past. Deon smiled softly and recited exactly what he said then.

“If you don’t want to die…”

“….”

“Give me all the medicine you have.”

***

The medicine was quickly prepared after a light but heavy threat to make it and give it to me if I didn’t have it.

Deon looked down at the cigarette pack prepared separately from the medicine pouch, as if he was paying attention to the fact that he jokingly said that it would be better if the medicine was in the form of a cigarette. Then, he raised his head and smiled at Miles as if praising him. Actually, Mile was scared and avoided his gaze, but anyway.

I opened the medicine bag and lightly smelled it.

“….”

Deon’s eyebrows narrowed to the point of disappearing.

“Open the window.”

“…yes?”

“Open the window.”

You can’t check because of the bloody smell.

The demons who were watching nervously, pretending not to be, move quickly and open all the windows of the building. A cool breeze drove away the warmth inside.

Faced with the cool breeze blowing in front of him, Deon gently placed the medicine bag on his nose again.

“It’s a mix of paralytic drugs and sleeping pills. It looks like they haven’t given up on that trick yet.”

“…!”

“Well… I don’t think they mixed it up on purpose, and they were the ones who told me to hand over all the remaining medicine, so I don’t have any intention of saying anything.”

However, looking back at it, mixing and storing medicine is not a good idea. Even if it’s not for eating, that’s true.

“Anyway, good job.”

“So… are you leaving now…?”

“…well.”

Originally I was going to go, but seeing the eyes that desperately wanted me to go made me want to stay even more.

One corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I have some time left… I’d like to play a game or something.”

There was despair on the faces of the demons in the building.

….

Funnily enough, the game played to tease the demons became a measuring tool to check one’s luck.

Deon quietly looked at the card in his hand.

‘…I’m definitely less lucky than before.’

Could it be that the hero who was supposed to kill the Demon King and protect humanity raised his weapon against the human world and took away its blessings? My luck isn’t what it used to be.

The opponent, seeing Deon’s not-so-good expression, ups the ante. Deon chuckled and put down the card in response.

‘Even so, it looks like it wasn’t completely collected.’

full house.

The other person’s face rotted away.

Thinking back to the past when I used to grab four of a kind and straight flushes as if I were eating a meal, and often even pulled out royal straight flushes, I feel like I’ve definitely lost my luck, but that’s just a comparison from before, so it’s not that bad even now.

In any case, since the hero has the intention to kill the Demon King and has not yet done so, the world could not have allowed the hero to die before achieving his goal. That minimal blessing turned out to be luck.

‘Of course, I’m not sure that will be the case in the future…’

If more countries collapse and more people die, will the world then give up on warriors? Or should they choose me, a special case among countless warriors?

I smiled faintly and got up from my seat. Unlike before, it wasn’t piled up like a mountain, but my hands were filled with gold coins, which were a little overflowing, so I put them in the pocket I brought just in case and turned my back.

“I’m leaving now.”

“Yes, yes! Come again…”

“….”

“Again… come again…”

The guy hesitates, as if he couldn’t get the words to come again even with empty words.

Deon giggled and waved his hand because the expression on his face as if I had dug his own grave was quite funny.

“I hope I never have to see you again.”

“…yes.”

***

After safely returning to the Demon King’s Castle, time passed and the day of the expedition dawned.

Deon, who no longer needed to wear a robe to cover his skin, thoughtlessly tried to put on simple, comfortable combat uniforms like before, but stopped when he saw the clothes Ed held out, saying they were official combat uniforms. I laughed out loud at the familiar design.

Yes, I can understand the focus on clothing now that the symbolic robe has been thrown away…

“This design… who came up with it?”

“The Demon King has prepared.”

“under.”

The devil bastard really has a bad personality… At this point, it’s not just vicious, but even if you call him a pervert, there’s nothing left to say.

The design is the same as the Empire’s official battle uniform, but the color is different. They are completely identical, even down to the slightly shorter top for the convenience of wearing the dagger sheath and wielding the dagger, which will be mounted across the back. It was like that the last time I opened the screen, so I’m using it to good effect. If I see it in the Empire, I’ll start foaming at the mouth and having a fit.

“…damn black.”

“…you don’t like the color black?”

“No, that’s not it.”

I just don’t like it because it was used as a tactic by the Demon King to reveal his membership in the Demon World and provoke the Human World.

Even though I answered, I took the clothes and immediately took them off to reassure Ed, who was looking at me nervously. Dan reaches out to help, but when he sees Ed, he takes a step back. It was probably out of consideration for Ed, who could not go on a campaign together. Whether he knew this or not, Ed faithfully focused on helping Hwanbok by his side.

Ben, who had been watching this in silence for a moment, suddenly raised his head and called out to Deon.

“Ah… Master Deon.”

“huh?”

“….”

I was listening and told him to speak, but the next words did not continue. A gaze filled with puzzlement turned to Ben.

Instead of speaking straight away, he hesitated, fiddling with his magic stone necklace. A necklace that immediately sends a signal if something goes wrong with Deonhardt’s body.

Deon saw this and lifted one eyebrow.

Ben spoke slowly, looking as if he was contemplating how to speak.

“…I heard there was a ban.”

“….”

“In the case of Deon’s favorite cigarette, it was set to be filtered out because the signal came too frequently, so we don’t know how often he smoked it…”

Deon Hart is not the only one here now. .

Ben, who seemed to have chosen his words with Dan and Ed in mind, took a moment to catch his breath and said something that was quite short and rounded.

“…Still, I hope you restrain yourself.”

“….”

Deon looked at Ben without answering. Since I clearly understood what he was trying to say, I had no choice but to look further.

Drug ban issued. In the meantime, I went to the first city and used a different type of cigarette than my favorite one, so the necklace must have sent a signal.

Deonhardt broke the ban imposed by the Demon King, and even though Ben knew about it, he expressed his intention not to tell about it. The proof was that he stopped at the line of saying that he would like you to refrain from stopping him by immediately going to the devil and threatening to tell him that he would do so.

The silence was broken by Ed removing his hand from his freshly arranged clothes.

“It’s done.”

“…great job.”

When did they even equip weapons? Deon ran his hand over his equipped weapon and looked back at Ed. I could see his expression becoming darker than before, as if he was disappointed that I couldn’t go with him.

‘….’

I played with my mouth and called out to him.

“Ed, there is a mission I would like you to take on while I am out in the human world.”

“Yes? What…?”

“Any new information coming from the demon world, please report it to me. I don’t mind even trivial information like the corps commanders fighting each other.”

“…!”

“At least one reliable source of information should remain here.”

He broke the matter that had already been decided anyway and gave him a reason to remain in the demon world, citing it as a mission.

Consideration to make you feel less shabby. Ed’s eyes widened at the thoughtful order that seemed to say he wasn’t leaving you behind because you were useless, but then he burst into laughter.

“Thank you for telling us you can trust us. We will do our best to live up to your expectations.”

“…Okay. Then, let’s go now. But, take your Chase with you.”

…chess?

Ben and Ed tilted their heads. Deon, seeing the two’s questioning expressions, corrected the misunderstanding.

“Not chess, but chess-s-s.”

“…?”

I’ve heard that it’s a game you developed yourself, but… why would you take it with you to the battlefield? My doubts grew bigger.

However, Deon turned his head away as if he had no intention of explaining further.

At first glance, it may seem like a simple game derived from chess, but as long as you know that it is also useful as a tool for strategizing, you take Chess without saying anything.

I was about to leave, but something I had forgotten grabbed my ankle.

“Suck.”

“…?”

The green stems wrap around the body and hang from the flowerpot. Deon stopped and looked down at the monster plant.

“Sweet! Bitch! Bb! Bb!”

“…Let’s go together? Don’t you leave me behind? If you’re going to throw it away, you’d rather just step on it and go?”

“Sigh!”

“….”