I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 294

294. Because you do not ask about my happiness (4), my

red eyes shake as if they will break. Dan, who had opened his mouth unconsciously at the seemingly dangerous appearance, stopped when he glanced at the demon king. For a moment, a voice that was no different from usual came out calmly.

“I guess I got impatient without realizing it.”

…Or maybe I just gave up.

A sigh-like self-talk followed. It was almost a half-joke directed at Dan himself, but Deon, who heard it with his excellent hearing, froze as if he had been stabbed by a knife. The face of the young man, who knew very well that he was the cause, was turning white.

“You…”

My needlessly astute brain digs into the cause and infers it. The answers that were gathered in a hurry were all terrible.

Because Deonhardt rejected Dan, Dan reflected on his usefulness. So he must have gone to extreme lengths to show his usefulness.

Maybe he really gave up ‘everything’ and assumed this situation from the beginning.

“….”

I want to say something, but no words come out. The mouth, which opened and closed several times without sound, soon let out a strangled moan.

“…I can’t save you.”

“I know.”

“You’re going to die.”

“i know.”

Due to the situation, we can’t get him out.

What happened the day before raised suspicions, so what would happen if we protect the guy who caused discord among the corps? Dan must die.

So Deon couldn’t suppress his overflowing emotions and buried his face in his hands. A dangerously trembling voice scattered throughout the space.

“Why on earth did you do that?…”

Why did you act on your own without even telling me?…

I hate you. I hate you so much that I’m going crazy. I said I didn’t like it from start to finish, but I really hate it until the very end.

Under the hand covering his eyes, his red eyes sank with a light of self-loathing.

“….”

The Demon King, who had been observing Deon’s sinking mood, quietly walked away. He made eye contact with Dan, but instead of stopping, he tapped his head with his index finger, pointed at Deon with his thumb, and narrowed his eyes. Dan realized what he meant and nodded slightly.

‘Take care of Deonhardt’s mind.’

I was planning on doing that anyway.

If he breaks down here, wouldn’t my efforts to embrace him all become meaningless?

The black shadow left the underground without a sound, and Dan turned his eyes to see Deon again from where the Demon King had left. He still stood motionless with his face buried in his hands.

In order not to provoke the other person, I called him in a whisper as slowly as possible. master.

“Are you calm now?”

“…okay.”

Deon looked up. His dry face was facing the platform directly, and a venomous voice fell through clenched teeth, as if telling him not to clumsily reach out as he had no intention of leaning on it, or as if he had sensed something.

“You’re such a fucking bastard.”

“oh.”

After I calmed down to some extent, my head started to turn. And Deon was sure.

“You were expecting this situation from the beginning, right?”

“….”

“There’s no way you didn’t think of the possibility of failure. It makes even less sense that you didn’t know it was a reckless plan.”

He probably acted simply because he had nothing to lose if he failed.

“You’re trying to take everything with you now.”

Because my situation is not good right now. If he dies, taking my sins with him, the doubts against me will fade to some extent.

From Dan’s point of view, if the plan succeeds, it will be beneficial as it will cause a rift between the two corps commanders, and if it fails, it will be beneficial as he will be able to pull Deonhardt out of the swamp of suspicion.

“Fuck you bastard.”

In the end, as expected, he even considered his own life as a means to an end. And that too for me.

Blood is flowing. A black shadow came up from beneath his feet, coiled around his body like a snake and strangled him, but Deon steadfastly glared at Dan. I didn’t want to break down here.

Even though Dan’s eyes were so ferocious that it made him cringe, he didn’t care and just smiled. A playful voice came out slyly, as if breaking up the unpleasant atmosphere.

“There’s no way I’m betting on a game I lose.”

“pup.”

“You have a foul mouth.”

It was a plan with no ‘failure’ from the beginning. Dan was satisfied.

Deon growled softly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with that.

“Show me what a real foul mouth is?”

“…Well, one thing was a miscalculation.”

It’s even more annoying to see the way they talk. However, Deon could not be irritated by Dan’s next words and froze.

“I thought that the Master had lost 50,000 won to me. I thought that even if I died, it would not cause much damage to the Master. But…”

Dan looked at Deon, who had not completely recovered from his agitation yet. It’s as if he wants you to see this.

“Looking at this now, I don’t think so.”

“….”

“Master. I’m telling you this in case you’re mistaken.”

Unwavering eyes look straight into the red pupils. Likewise, a firm, unwavering voice continued clearly.

“I was driven by extremely personal greed. The Master’s feelings became a victim of that.”

I am not Cruel Hart.

I’m too selfish to paint a picture of myself sacrificing purely for you. I was simply driven by a very personal desire to complete you as a disaster.

It was something I wouldn’t have done if I had placed the person like you above all else.

“It is difficult to compare my selfishness with the noble sacrifice of someone who truly served you.”

Even though it soaked into a man named Deon Hart like clothes getting wet in a light rain. Even though at some point he began to perceive Deonhardt as a ‘person’ rather than a ‘disaster’, in the end Dan still put his own desires above all else.

Isn’t he truly a disgusting human being?

‘In the beginning, I cried out that I didn’t like you and only saw it as a ‘disaster’, but it’s funny to even think about it now.’

If this was going to happen, I shouldn’t have said that.

My mind, which went astray, recalls a conversation I had in the past. Was it time to use a secret passage to open the gate belonging to Hart?

[I hate Master.]

[I feel quite resentful and a little bit hateful.]

In fact, contrary to what I said back then, I already saw you as a person.

‘The word ‘disaster’ had already become chewing gum that had lost its sweetness.’

Nevertheless, the reason why he said such a thing must have been a remark made out of inertia, as if he was habitually moving his jaw even though the gum had lost its sweetness.

If his remarks at the time had been sincere, he wouldn’t have been able to prank Deon Hardt so casually afterwards. Rather, I would have thought back on my feelings, pondered them, and distanced myself appropriately. However, shortly after that conversation, she played a prank on him as he tried to go out of the secret passage. The conversation, which could never be called light, was easily forgotten.

‘Well, it’s just hypocrisy and disgusting rationalization now.’

I lightly shrugged my shoulders and looked at Deonhardt.

“So breathe.”

“…gibberish.”

Only then did Deon seem to be able to breathe a little and let out a brusque voice.

“If you don’t want to die twice, don’t come to me and ask why I didn’t cry.”

Dan laughs as if he heard something nonsense. But Deon was sincere.

I may be angry, but I won’t cry. You won’t feel guilty. No one like you can hurt me. The bright red eyes sparkled with blood.

“No matter.”

“…Damn you bastard.”

“You swear in a variety of ways.”

Deon, who was in tears, was about to speak when he heard footsteps.

The sound of shoe heels intentionally making loud sounds as if to announce that one is going down. Deon and Dan immediately fell silent.

Next, the Demon King appeared. He was accompanied by the commander of the 9th Corps behind him.

“Did the conversation end well?”

“….”

Is there any way it could have ended well in this situation?

Deon opens his mouth in annoyance, but stops when he sees Trover next to him. After a brief silence that wasn’t awkward, he glared at the Demon King once and then turned around.

“I’m going to rest. You can kill that bastard or let him live, whatever you want.”

“Does this mean you won’t get involved?”

“Yes. It left my hand.”

It was a firm answer, as if he had completely cut off ties.

Dan laughs silently at that. The Demon King looked back and forth with narrowed eyes at Deon, who was leaving without any hesitation, and Dan, who was just starting to giggle, and then he smiled. Small words to myself were scattered in the air like a whisper.

“Deon, you are truly loved.”

If this is luck, is it luck? I feel envious of everyone who sees me.

“Yes? What did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly.”

“It’s nothing. Dan here said he wanted to see you.”

“?”

The questioning eyes turn to Dan as if telling him to speak quickly. Instead of answering right away, Dan glanced at the Demon King. The Demon King, realizing the meaning of that gaze, burst into laughter.

“How shameless.”

“….”

“I’ll just leave, so you two can have a good conversation. Dan is a criminal, so after the conversation, Trover, leave him locked up somewhere.”

“All right.”

The Demon King waves his hand and goes up. Trover looked at Dan as soon as he disappeared, but Dan did not open his mouth right away.

Trover, who couldn’t wait, dismissed Trover’s urgings as noise and silently calculated the distance to come down and the walking speed of the Demon King, and only opened his mouth when he thought he was completely far away to the point where no sound could be heard.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It took me a while to gather my thoughts. It was because I wanted to claim compensation for the bet I made, so I called Trover at the risk of being rude. I wanted to come see you in person, but the situation was difficult.”

“Well, I understand why you called me here…”

Sowon-gwon promised to listen using magic.

…Damn it. If you hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t have needed to listen. Trover, who knew about Dan’s news through rumors that had already spread throughout the Demon Castle, immediately frowned.

“What do you want? If you ask me to take it out…”

“Please be on Deonhardt’s side.”

“….”

It was an unexpected answer.

Trover froze for a moment as if trying to understand the situation, then asked back with a confused look.

“What, is that really okay? It’s not like I’m asking you to save me or take me out?”

“Why would I ask for such a favor unless I was planning to make a friend of mine who would be caught again and die even if I ran away through Trover? To me, the meaningless life of a fugitive is worse than death.”

“…good!”

It was a less important request than I thought!

It seems that Deon was worried about me dying and being left alone. I always act like I don’t think I’m going to do that, but I’m naive. A pleasant laugh leaked out.

‘If it were me, I would have asked for more.’

Anyway, this is beneficial.

In case he changed his mind, Trover quickly accepted it as a ‘right to wish’ and nailed it.

“I will make sure to be on Deon’s side!”

The contract in my head responded. Dan grinned, feeling that this was not just an empty remark but that he had really put his stamp on the contract.

“I feel reassured. Thank you for accepting me willingly.”

It was a laugh like seeing an opponent who drew a joker card in a game of catching a thief.