I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 330

330. Before today passes (2)

January 3.

There is no doubt that I have counted the days I spent walking all the way here.

That means my brother’s birthday will be exactly one month from now. Deon, who was thinking along the stream of consciousness, soon burst into laughter.

‘What’s new about death anniversaries and birthdays, topics that I’ve never really paid attention to before?’

How many death anniversaries and birthdays have you passed so far?

I don’t intend to say that he shamelessly took advantage of the fact that he just stayed in his room pretending it wasn’t happening. I didn’t even think about lame excuses like something happened because I was at war, and I just stared up at these nightmare-like eyes.

“…I have no intention of going to the grave now.”

What kind of face am I going there with?

We said our final goodbyes when we built the tomb, so I guess they will accept this. It doesn’t matter even if you don’t look at it. Even if that amount of sin were added to the sins you carry, it wouldn’t be noticeable.

I thought it was okay, but now that I’m watching the snow fall in this place, the past comes back to me more and more, and my head hurts like it’s going to explode. Deon frowned, but steadfastly muttered into the air.

“Still… birthdays may be difficult, but I plan to take care of this anniversary.”

I hope you see it that way. It would be nice if I could make it to my birthday, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll be alive until then.

I’m glad the due date hasn’t passed. Deon thought so and smiled faintly.

“The gift of the devil’s head would be enough, right?”

I must end all revenge within today. The sun is still up in the sky, so how can it be possible if we hurry? My hesitant steps gained speed.

Deon walked along the familiar path again, looking straight ahead. I knew that Cruel’s tomb was near the border here, but I didn’t pay attention in that direction because I was rather aware of it.

Then, when the entrance to the bottom of the mountain came into view, I reflexively stopped walking. His red eyes widened as if he had encountered an unexpected situation.

“…Uh…”

At the end of the line of sight stood a man with green hair and neat clothes. While grabbing the somewhat mangled man’s neck.

What kind of situation is this?

“…Seniors?”

It was a small call, almost like a mutter, but the man who immediately turned his head and looked at me came towards me, dragging the other person with me.

With his eyes fixed straight in this direction and a calm expression on his face as if he were taking a walk, he spoke in a casual voice and tone of voice, saying something that did not suit the current situation.

“It’s snowing. “It’s the worst in war, but it doesn’t look bad, does it?”

“….”

Why?

Deonhardt knows a man who is no longer called the ‘Second Hero of the Empire’ but the ‘Wandering Hero of the Continent’. That is also no reason to meet here.

Why on earth did you come? I glanced at the man in his hand, but it was a face I had never seen before. His eyes were shaking mercilessly as he felt anxious about the incomprehensible situation.

“Junior?”

“…I hate snow.”

“this. It’s a shame. “Then let’s talk about something else.”

I don’t have time to stay like this. I need to quickly confirm my purpose and go to the demon world.

But…

“It turned the human world upside down.”

“Uh…”

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“….”

Deon was silent for a moment.

“…Yes, I’m fine. “You know.”

“That’s right. “But I’m glad.”

“Senior…”

Why did you come here?

It’s been a while, so it’s natural that there’s a lot to talk about, but I don’t have time to talk leisurely right now. I called out to him as if urging him on, filled with regret and nervousness.

There’s no way he didn’t notice the question contained in the call. Nevertheless, Stigma Primiro calmly continued talking, pretending not to notice.

“Looking at those bastards… No, it looks like the Lofty Knights didn’t come with them. Did they leave them alone? It seems like they took some action since they are not the kind of people who would just leave you alone…”

“…I sent you to a safe place. “It’s a long way away, so we won’t get there until the work is done.”

“It looks like they used some magic. There must have been a lot of resistance, so if that were the case, I could have just taken them with me…”

“They only saw me and followed me. “You have to make sure that at least your life is taken care of.”

At the very least, we must make sure that no one gets caught up in this matter and dies.

“Yes, I can’t argue with your junior.”

As if it was just a light question, he brushed it aside and held out the man he was holding in his hand. Red eyes filled with nameless emotions followed his fingertips with suspicion.

“It’s a gift. Or should I say it means an apology? “I was a little late in catching this guy, but I’m so glad I met him before he crossed the border.”

“What is that…”

“This guy’s name is Senzer… Ah, junior, you don’t know. “The cause of Cruel Hart’s death.”

“…!”

It was an instant to grasp the meaning of those words.

Deon noticed something and quickly focused his attention on the man Stigma had pointed out. As I stared at the guy, wondering if it was possible, Stigma’s voice continued as if my guess was correct.

“This guy betrayed Cruel Hart and joined the duke’s side. Because of that, your older brother, who was trying to protect you, got caught and died.”

“….”

“I’m planning to do something that will make my junior feel sorry, so I took it as an apology in advance.”

“…First of all, thank you.”

I’m definitely holding my breath.

I still didn’t know much about you. Even though it was complicated, life turned to my eyes as if a spark was flying for a moment.

Deon looked at the man named Senzer and stretched out his hand. As if exchanging objects, the person holding the man’s neck changed and soon the man’s body was thrown to the floor.

“But.”

Deon, who had just stepped on the opponent’s hand bone and crushed it, looked up. Brown eyes met our gazes, and the question that had been postponed for a moment by saying ‘for now’ came out a little later.

“Did you say you were sorry?”

“okay. Where should I begin to explain….”

It’s not good to talk at length.

Even though he diligently tortures his enemies, his gaze rarely leaves this area. Stigma, who was facing this, smiled and slowly opened his mouth, as if he didn’t say anything, he would watch until the end.

“You probably know that I have gained quite a reputation so far, right?”

“Yes, if it is a story about how the word ‘hero’ has become used among commoners to refer to seniors.”

Stigma Primiro gained fame by wandering around and defeating monsters. Unlike other warrior fragments that only focused on war, he focused on solving pressing issues and became famous among the commoners, becoming synonymous with ‘hero’.

I know very well that he is called the true hero of the continent, but what does that have to do with me?

“Fame soon becomes fame. But if you think about it, don’t all these things usually disappear when the person involved dies?”

“That’s right. Unless it’s a great contribution that will go down in history… Ah.”

no way.

Stigma smiled silently at Deon, who had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“As expected, you are a junior. “Exactly.”

People’s memories are so treacherous that topics about someone can be forgotten and buried in an instant. Right now, he praises himself as a true hero, but if I stop my activities for a while, he will soon forget about my existence.

All that remains are records.

“There is a saying that a dead man cannot win.”

Honor is everything I have built up.

Money can be passed on, but fame cannot do such things, so Stigma, who did not want everything to disappear in vain, finally made up his mind.

“Senior… you came to kill me.”

“okay.”

In order to leave a lasting reputation, even a lifetime, it must be recorded in history. It would be enough to die while fighting alone against the disaster that brought the human world to the brink of destruction.

That’s why you said you would apologize to me in advance. Deon wiped his face with a confused expression.

“…Are you not planning on killing me?”

“How can I, a mere hero, defeat a warrior?”

“Then can you please live? “There are other ways, right?”

And… I have to kill him again.

Even the opponent is one of the few friendly kites left in the human world. Deon gritted his teeth at the terrible situation that came before him.

Although he claimed to be calm, his voice ended up sounding like he was pleading.

“Don’t you have a lot of time, senior? “You are still young.”

“It feels strange to hear that from you. But if I were to give you an answer… I would have to say I am not confident.”

I don’t have the confidence to build or maintain a reputation by continuing my life. What if it actually falls?

“As you know, war creates heroes. There will be a lot of heroes coming out in the future, but it can’t be easy to maintain ‘me’ in the midst of it all. “It’s better to end things cleanly now than to go out with half-confident confidence and end up ruined.”

“You sound weak, uncharacteristic of a senior.”

“I’m just saying what I think is best.”

It is better to be one than to be one of many. Rather than living for no reason and lowering my value, it is better to die now.

“I think I have now raised myself as far as I can go. “I plan to nail it down to history before it falls any further.”

Even those who have the fragments of a warrior sacrifice death to achieve the one feat that cannot be easily achieved. It will be a wedge.

“….”

Deon realized that even if he tried to persuade with a firm attitude, it wouldn’t work, so he washed his face dry again and again. The question rose up in my throat as to whether you don’t care if I have to kill you, but I held it back.

No matter how kind and kind the other person was to me, the time we spent together wasn’t very long and it wasn’t a relationship where I would act foolishly like that.

Instead, I resigned myself to the ‘apology’ I received and spit out the questions that were in my head.

“Then… wouldn’t it be better to fight in front of many people? Why are you in a place like this where no one is watching….”

“I’m still bothering you enough, but I can’t turn you into a clown for everyone just because of my personal greed. And I don’t know why they say no one is watching. “There is one.”

“Long time no see.”

Remember appeared from one side as if he had been waiting.

He was the owner of the presence I had been feeling all along. Deon, who had heard that he was going to compile a history book in the conversation before making the tomb and parting ways, grasped the situation and was convinced as soon as he saw him.

“Iknow, right. It’s been a while, Remember. “I guess they came all this way to make a history book.”

“yes. I think I spoke lightly at first, but if things continue like this, the real history books will be erased. So, what should I do, even if I am an old man?”

“In that sense, Remember and I had very good interests.”

Remember, whose purpose is to record history, and Stigma Primiro, whose purpose is to be recorded in history. Where else can you find a relationship that fits so well?

So, with the promise of ensuring that his final moments were recorded, Stigma wandered the continent to protect Remember and help record history.

“Well… it’s good. “I don’t know why it’s today…”

Since the future is decided, there is nothing more to say. Deon just nodded.

Even if you ask me to just send it to you, they won’t send it to me. Time is running out, but I can’t resist. From his perspective, this would be his last chance.

So, in order to finish it quickly, I pulled out the dagger I was most familiar with and twirled it around.

“Can I show you how much your junior has grown so far?”

“It’s enough.”

“instead.”

Finally, after lightly stabbing the dagger into Senzer’s neck, Deon slowly stood up.

“It’s the last time, and I also heard about it from my senior…”

Stigma’s remarks were exposing his own true face.

The bare face he showed while thoroughly portraying himself as a nobleman. He appeared as if nothing had happened and explained it lightly, but Deon knew how important it was to him.

He gave his ‘life’ in another sense as well.

So, this side will have to pay something.

“I’ll tell you my story too.”