I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 320

320. Whose side are you on? (1)

I’m annoyed. Deon, who gave up his shoulder where the arrow hit the tip of his sword, pushed the opponent away as if kicking him and swept his face. A burning pain seemed to fill the place where the sword came out, but it healed quickly without a trace. I lightly swept the spot as if wiping away blood and grabbed the arrow shaft.

“Troublesome…”

I prepared really hard to catch the hero. Not only Jin, but even an arrow like this is not ordinary.

If it were a normal arrowhead, it would have come out normally, but when I pulled it hard, the surrounding flesh was torn off as well. Soon, a vicious hook-shaped hook used for catching fish appeared.

“Really.”

He grinned and threw it on the floor. Even though he was wearing combat boots, the hero was seen stopping his steps as if he was reluctant to step on them.

“You use all the scary arrowheads.”

“I don’t think that’s what someone who shows monstrous resilience should say.”

The area where the arrow was pulled out has already healed. Alethea clicked her tongue as she looked at her clean skin through the tattered clothes.

“It makes me wonder whether people like this can really be considered human beings.”

“That is why, even in history, there were many movements to kill heroes who had done their duty.”

“….”

Deon raised the corner of his mouth at her, who was silent as if she didn’t know that she was a member of the royal family.

During the conversation, the aggression becomes weaker. Since the only time he can recover his stamina during the battle is by talking like this, he casually changed the topic and blurted out.

“It’s disgusting that you’re pushing me so hard without even giving me time to sleep.”

“…What about the one who endures that again?”

What is the time to sleep? They pushed me hard day and night without even giving me time to sit down and rest. This side divided into teams in advance and continued the battle, taking turns taking breaks.

What on earth is this monster? Alethea showed a tired face without hesitation. Deon shrugged lightly.

“It’s raining.”

As the rain became harsher, the accuracy of long-range heroes’ attacks decreased. Of course, it keeps going astray and changing direction over and over again, but if the day had been clear, the route wouldn’t have gone astray in the first place.

Apart from not liking the wet body and low temperature, I am glad that it rained. Because it was easy to hold on thanks to that brief gap.

‘I think we should do something about this damn Jin…’

He glanced down. I could see bodies lying everywhere.

If I search inside those things, I think I’ll find an amulet or something that can free me from this damn space…

‘There’s no way they’ll just sit there and watch that.’

He jumped up, dodged the attack, stepped on the blade, jumped once more, and hit the flying arrow. I felt daggers passing right under my body floating high in the air. And the spear that didn’t miss the opportunity and stabbed in with the intention of skewering it.

He narrowly avoided it by twisting his waist to the side, putting the spear on his side, and using it as a pivot, he spun around and kicked the opponent.

Because he was hit squarely in the head, the opponent momentarily loses his weapon and stumbles back. Deon skillfully adjusted the spear and thrust it straight into the guy’s heart, kindly returning the weapon.

“I wonder how many people we reduced because of this…”

Because of the damn Jin, the weapons couldn’t reach the ranged heroes properly, so we mainly dealt with melee heroes, but I think we reduced it quite a bit.

…I hope so.

‘I’m slowly getting tired.’

My body is fine, but I feel like my mental fatigue has reached its limit.

Continuing to concentrate on the battle without a single break also has its limits. Deon, impressed by the frustrating situation in many ways, retreated to avoid Alethea’s long horizontal slash from the front… but when he noticed a low slash to the leg from behind, he jumped over his opponent’s shoulder.

Another hero can be seen stepping into the landing zone, as if waiting for him. He sneers lightly and prepares to fight back with his dagger in hand, but he seems to be too focused on this.

‘ah.’

I should have distributed my concentration better.

An arrow was aimed at my head. As if to prove that it was shot by a hero, the red eyes widened greatly as they spotted it flying through the air at an unusual speed, one step too late.

‘…This might hurt a bit.’

Sigh! With an eerie sound, Deon’s head was thrown back and his body in the air stumbled greatly.

Red liquid splashed in the rain.

***

The 5th and 8th corps faced off. It was something that happened suddenly and unexpectedly by anyone.

‘why?’

6th Corps Commander Belitan rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t understand.

Why all of a sudden, when the war is almost over? Did they have any reason to fight? Usually, disputes between corps originate from the corps commander, but the 8th Corps does not even have a corps commander.

Trover slightly turned his head to see why. I saw the 9th Corps commander with his eyes wide open, just like me, or even bigger than me, with his pupils trembling in confusion.

“…It looks like you don’t know why they’re doing that.”

“How would I know that?”

Trover, who answered curtly as the wartime tension had not yet subsided, looked at Dernivan in the midst of battle with a frown on his face.

Likewise, he appears to be dealing with the 8th Legion with his eyebrows narrowed slightly as if he doesn’t understand what’s going on. Although he looks like a victim caught up in trouble, Trover knows.

‘…He was definitely targeting me.’

I remember Dernivan looking this way with eyes full of death. The steps heading in this direction were also like that. If the 8th Legion hadn’t intervened, they would have definitely attacked this side.

…Uh, then should I thank the 8th Legion?

As I was seriously contemplating, Belitan tapped me with his elbow.

“That… I think I need to stop it?”

“why? “Just fight and die.”

Suddenly, cold words came out. I felt some eyes looking at me as if I was dumbfounded by the answer that came immediately without any hesitation, but Trover was confident.

After a short silence, Belitan sighed.

“Yes, I have to stop you too.”

I’m a mood freak too, but having a crazy mood freak next to me makes me feel normal.

If the cleanup of the mountain country had been completely completed, I would have just left it at that. I shook my head and took a step forward. The eyes of Dernivan and the temporary 8th Corps commander, who were sensitive from the battle, immediately fell on this side.

Belitan, faced with a murderous and sinister gaze, hesitantly placed his hand on the axe.

“…Hey—”

Rumble.

“…?”

“her?”

Trover can be heard sighing in confusion. Belitan blinked blankly at the sight of the 8th Legion members quickly moving away. What happened now?

So… I spoke, and before I could finish speaking, the interim 8th Corps commander, who looked at my face and the hand on the ax, gestured toward his corps members.

And they all jumped out at once.

“…What is that?!”

An absurd cry came out.

Could it be that he ran away because he was afraid that he would attack me as well? Probably not? If that’s true, then on what basis did you come up with that thought?

‘I guess I should say this is fortunate because I was able to stop him for what he intended….’

What on earth is this? The head, which was already hard, has become even harder and cannot turn. As I grunted to understand the situation, Dernivan, who was calmly carrying the bow he was holding on his back, opened his mouth.

“There seems to be something holding us back. “I think it would be better to catch him and ask him.”

“The cleanup of the mountain country has not been completely completed yet…”

“That is why it is a more serious issue. This can also be interpreted as hindering the conquest of the human world, right? “Maybe it’s a connection to the human world.”

“I see…”

His words were a bit of a leap of faith, but it is true that he caused internal strife in a situation where the war was not over. Belitan, who was thinking deeply, nodded.

“Then we have to chase after it first. “I will clean up after the mountains….”

“I will do it.”

Dernivan glanced at Trover and spoke calmly.

Because it is better to keep your promises until the end.

A remark asking for the captain of the Lofty Knights flashes through my mind, followed by Deon Hardt’s remark asking me to kill Trover and other corps commanders ‘after the castle is captured’. When Belitan asked if he was okay with that, he returned to reality and nodded with an expressionless expression.

“…All you have to do is kill the remaining heroes and take the king’s head, so it’s no problem.”

The conversation ends here. There is nothing more to say. I turned around and started taking care of the corps members.

Belitan’s voice continued from behind me.

“okay. Then I go after the 8th Legion. Trover and you?”

“I’m the one chasing it too.”

“…okay?”

Whenever I tell them to just let me fight and die.

A gaze filled with blatant meaning is directed at Trover as if he were dumbfounded. Trover turned his head, pretending not to notice.

‘If we remain here with the 5th Legion, one of us might die.’

If only the two of them were left, Dernivan would definitely move without hesitation. Although I am one of the people who likes fighting, I am not in good shape and I do not want to risk my life in an additional battle.

Ignoring the stinging gaze, he turned around and ordered his corps members to get ready. Dernivan’s eyes seemed to pass by the back of Trover’s head.

….

The 9th and 6th corps chase after the 8th corps and disappear.

Dernivan ordered the remaining corps members to take care of the little things and then headed to the palace.

It seems like they are on the right track, but the further they go to the place where the king is likely to be, the more resistance there becomes. However, the opponent is the corps commander. The desperate attacks of ordinary soldiers to somehow stop the movement ended in vain, unable to properly hold on to even an ankle.

“…is this place?”

After dodging and fighting off annoying attacks, Dernivan stopped in front of a huge door.

As soon as I open the door and step inside, I am attacked as if I had been waiting. In response to the unusual attack, which was completely different in quality from before, he immediately swung the bow that was on his back and struck it away.

Sure enough, the hero who had retreated was reflected in his eyes, which were sharp with tension.

“Were you here as expected?”

“….”

There is no way a person cornered can stop after just one attack. As I was preparing for the follow-up attack that would immediately follow, the guy surprisingly stopped for a moment and looked at Dernivan’s face.

Carefully, as if checking identity. And said.

“…I heard that other corps except the 5th corps have left.”

The communication system must have collapsed because the castle was in disarray, but the news came quickly.

Instead of answering, Dernivan quietly looked around. The humans here… are the hero in front of him, the king sitting to one side instead of running away, and a human woman who appears to be a treacherous man?

Even for the king, it is surprising that there are still some tricksters left. They are not combat personnel and there would be no sense of duty to remain.

At that time, the tip of the sword was pointed in this direction as if telling me to concentrate.

“If I kill you, the only corps commander left in this castle, Your Majesty will be safe for a while.”

“….”

This is indoors. Although it is spacious and has a high ceiling, it is nothing compared to the outdoors. Bows and arrows would not be very helpful weapons here.

He threw away the last remaining heroic determination and put the bow on his back, deforming his hand. The sharp nails boasted an eerie majesty.

In the midst of heightened tension, Dernivan broke the confrontation that seemed like an eternity and moved first.

Kaang!

He swung his hand like lightning, struck away his sword, and immediately rushed towards the hero as if in a surprise attack.