I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 332

332. Before today passes (4),

it looks like all my remaining friendly kites in this world will leave.

The feeling of stabbing someone I thought I was used to still lingers in my fingertips and torments my mind. Deon just quietly shed tears, not caring how dangerous the ocean of blood that covered the world around me was rumbling. As if checking Stigma’s breathing, his head was lowered, leaving a water mark on his chest.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“If only I had been a priority to him…”

“….”

“If that were the case… something like this wouldn’t have happened.”

…No way. Remember did not answer, but the conclusion was quickly reached.

The bodies of those who died because I thought of myself as the top priority are lined up like traces on the path I walked. What kind of ridiculous assumption is that?

He died because he thought of me as his top priority, and he died because he did not consider me his top priority. Either way, he died in the end.

‘They died just because they got involved with me.’

Even if Stigma Primiro had prioritized me over honor, he would have ended up dead. He probably died trying to help me.

Deon Hardt. Such a cursed human being.

Despair rose to the top of my head.

‘I should have just died when I was first taken to the battlefield.’

Why do you go out of your way to live like that and come back to haunt so many people? What is the sin of the people around me?

As the end approached, my relaxed mind received an unexpected blow and became clouded. But other than that, his expression was surprisingly calm.

“….”

Remember looked at the red eyes that were shaking as if they would break. At the same time, in contrast to this, an extremely calm face comes into view. No matter how long it had been since she had seen her own tears, she seemed to have forgotten that she was still crying, and a bitter feeling rose up at the pitiful sight of her shedding tears without making a single sound as she was lost in thought.

The bitterness grew even more when I saw Stigma Primiro’s body.

‘I knew it and I was prepared, but…’

Now that I’m faced with it like this, I feel more uneasy than I thought.

However, he cannot allow himself to be caught up in bad feelings about the dangerous opponent in front of him. Remember quietly opened his mouth to divert the thoughts of a child who, as an adult, was clearly pushing himself into the abyss.

“Is there still anything left to do? “There will be no time to waste here.”

“…That’s right.”

An unsightly cracked voice came out.

Only then did Deon Hardt, who realized his condition, quietly clear his throat and stand up. The glance toward Remembert contained a question and urging as to whether there was anything more to say. Compared to when dealing with Stigma, his eyes were slightly more relaxed.

As such, Remember’s goal is not the kind that consists in fighting Deonhardt or dying at his hands. Rather, since we have to live, unnecessary conflicts will not occur.

“…I will bring you the history book soon.”

As expected, Remember said something completely unrelated to the fight.

His voice continued against the backdrop of a somewhat subdued atmosphere.

“The information you provided was very helpful. Thanks to you, I think I will be able to complete it sooner than expected….”

“….”

“…I hope you receive it ‘in person’.”

I think I know what you’re hoping for, but… you shouldn’t give a definite answer to something you’re not sure about. Deon turned around without answering.

There was no word urging an answer. Instead, a calm voice followed behind him as he headed towards the familiar mountain, as if it was no big deal.

“The route is clear, so it won’t take long to get to your destination.”

Stop.

The tone is nothing special, but the content is not light at all. Deon looked back at him. Red eyes filled with questions and doubts looked straight into silver-blue eyes, and questions followed with clear feelings of doubt were asked.

“…To the Demon King’s Castle?”

“To the Demon King’s Castle.”

“…As expected, you knew and took care of all the items I had taken with me when I went to the demon world in the past.”

Various cookies, a pocket watch, white gloves, and even the seeds of the human world.

Well, other than that, the seeds were too blatantly suspicious. It’s the type of thing that wouldn’t fit in my luggage unless I knew there was a gardener among my demon world connections.

When I asked about it at the time, he denied it. Remember grinned at the sullen gaze.

“In Esperanes, being a high-ranking noble family is often the key to connecting with very capable people.”

It is difficult to infiltrate the Demon King Castle, let alone a large city in the Demon World that interacts with the Demon King, but it is not impossible.

At the time, it would have been embarrassing if Deon Hardt, who was a person of interest in many ways, had revealed his identity in this way, so he had to pretend not to know, but Remembert did not bother to make excuses.

In the end, it was Deon who gave up first.

“…First of all, I appreciate your consideration.”

“you’re welcome.”

I look forward to seeing you again.

The old man gave a lonely and hopeless greeting to the young man who turned away again.

***

“Why are you fighting in the human world?!”

Trover, the commander of the 9th Corps, who had a deep cut on his back and a scratch on his neck from an ax, could not overcome his frustration and shouted.

“Can’t we just fight in the demon world?!”

I’m so oppressed by the constraints of the human world that I can’t fight a refreshing battle, and I don’t know what I’m doing.

Belitan, commander of the 6th Corps, responded calmly by swinging his ax again at him.

“There’s no guarantee that there won’t be a battle all the way to the Demon World after the truce. Besides, if we fight in the Demon World, the Demon World will be devastated.”

Because there are no restrictions in the demon world.

Wouldn’t it be better to ruin the human world, even if it means reducing the scale of damage? They say the human world will soon become our territory, but we won’t be able to ruin it as much as we do now due to restrictions.

“More than anything.”

Belitan pointed the tip of the ax at the 11th Corps commander, Ririnel, who was in the midst of a fight with the 2nd Corps commander.

“The human world is better because it is an environment where those magical monsters cannot properly demonstrate their power.”

“That’s why it’s even more of a problem!”

Belitan may be beneficial as an enemy, but to me, the 11th Corps commander is an ally. If she doesn’t use her power properly, it’s natural that it will be a loss.

Trover gritted his teeth in frustration as he moved to avoid the ax while pressing down on his bleeding side as if to stop the bleeding.

“Damn the human world!!”

Damn human world… human world… humans…

A loud voice rings out through the noisy battlefield.

The voice is good too. Idelia, commander of the 4th Corps, glanced at the situation where the voice came from and thought to herself as she finished finishing off the 10th Corps, which was almost completely organized.

‘Still, Lirinel… it seems like you’ve become quite lacking in magic power.’

Considering that they used a lot of magic during the battle and even moved the Lofty Knights to a distant place, it is strange that they do not run out of magic.

A total of six eyes roll around to find the 10th Legion members running away. Every time the fan was swung, a memorization flew out and pierced their vital points.

The eyes of one of the dogs looked at Lirinel.

‘…That’s right. It has shrunk to a point where I can estimate it.’

Idelia’s six eyes are useful for handling multiple information at the same time. Therefore, she was able to look at the overall situation while fighting her own battle.

After realizing that the most troublesome enemy had lost his strength, the next person who caught his eye was the commander of the 12th Corps, who was in the midst of a battle with the commander of the 5th Corps.

‘It looks like Myers is almost out of magic power.’

At that level, I barely managed to avoid the level of the 9th Corps commander.

Although the magical power was not abundant to begin with, it felt as if all of it had been poured into the attack on the Lofty Knights. At this level, I can’t even use a trivial magic… Oh.

‘It’s over.’

The heart of the 12th Corps commander was pierced by the hands of the 5th Corps commander. Idelia muttered softly as she left the completely organized 10th Corps behind and walked to support the corps members attacking the 1st Corps.

“Things will turn out easier than you think.”

Thanks to almost all corps focusing their attacks on the 1st corps as a top priority, their numbers were greatly reduced. If you just add a little extra effort, organizing it will be a breeze.

The steps I took were light.

Meanwhile, Dernivan, commander of the 5th Corps, withdrew his hand from piercing the enemy’s heart and grabbed the spear that pierced his shoulder. The spear was pulled out with an eerie sound.

The pain was considerable, but he didn’t really care. There were too many other injuries to worry about only that. Right now, there’s a long cut on his chest and he’s bleeding, so what’s so big about the hole in his shoulder?

As befits corps commanders, their battles were quite fierce.

Dernivan is a corps commander who has a body that is advantageous at close range, but who primarily uses long-range weapons. In other words, it means that it can fight at a level or higher in any battle, whether close or long distance, so it couldn’t be that difficult from the enemy’s point of view.

He nimbly retreated and pulled the bowstring, but at some point he dug in and swung his sharp nails. At times like that, Myers would not lose and would fight back by flinging rocks or weapons lying on the floor with his spear. Then, he would hold his spear and attack the opponent as if he was waiting for them to come closer.

As the goal was to kill each other, all kinds of tricks were used, such as scraping the floor with spears and throwing dirt in the eyes, or using nearby hostile corps members as shields.

While the battle continued for a long time without any tilt to one side, the battle was decided in an instant.

I heard that strangely, a lot of scars appear on my hands, and it seems like it was intentional. Otherwise, there would be no way to respond as if we had been waiting like this. It happened when Myers plunged a spear into his opponent’s shoulder.

Deep.

[…Ah.]

Even though it caused a big wound, the spear did not fall out. Myers, who noticed that the spear was constantly slipping due to the blood coming from his hand, made a quick decision and chose to throw away the spear and retreat.

It certainly took less than a second to make all these decisions and move, but by then it was already too late.

Suddenly.

A hand climbed up the window and grabbed my wrist. Sharp nails dug into the flesh, preventing it from escaping easily, and immediately another hand pierced the heart. It happened in an instant.

[Cough.]

The blood flowed back.

Looking at the arm piercing me doesn’t feel real at all. Perhaps it was more so because the feeling of desperation took precedence over the pain.

…I burst out laughing.

[This is why Dahar is so angry…]

It would have been natural for him to be angry since he was a poor superior who could not even avenge his lieutenant.

Dernivan looked up at the inexplicable muttering. Calm eyes, even though they were dying, and unwavering gazes, even though they were killing, met.

[…But.]

Dernivan opened his mouth.

[Didn’t you normally use the honorifics?]

[…My adjutant said something.]

There was something that had been nagging me for a very long time.

Mr. Myers told me not to use honorifics due to lack of confidence because I was no better than other corps commanders. I pointed out that there were some corps commanders who used the honorific title, and was criticized for not using it because they were afraid.

[I don’t know why you follow Deonhardt, but… you’ll probably regret it.]

[….]

[No. You will definitely regret it.]

[…Is it a curse?]

[No. This is confidence.]

Neither Deonhart nor the Demon King can be trusted.

[Then you are wrong.]

[…?]

The narrowed eyes filled with doubt soon widened as if reading something in Dernivan’s eyes.

A trembling voice came out as if he couldn’t believe it.

[You can’t believe it…]

Even though I knew…

Dernivan didn’t answer and pulled out his hand. Blood spurted out along the area where it had been pulled out, and the body, which had lost its strength, collapsed.