I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 339

339. The Last Hero and the Last Demon King (1)

Deon, who left faster than ever, stopped by his own room instead of going straight to meet the Demon King as he had said in his conversation with Ashild. I expected an armed conflict to break out in the process, but surprisingly, no one blocked my way until I reached the room.

As I entered the building without hesitation and crossed the hallways, I did not encounter a single demon. I definitely made eye contact with the employees and soldiers guarding key areas here and there. Deon did not miss the way their shoulders were shaking as they hurriedly avoided eye contact.

‘It seems like they know that I am the enemy…’

Unless there was a problem with the communication system, the news would have been delivered long ago, so it would be natural.

Is it a case of strong self-respect here too? If you don’t touch it first, it seems to just pass by, and if you attack it, it won’t be a match for you, so it seems like you just pretend not to see it.

‘Well, no one wants to die.’

In times like these, the Demon World is convenient. Doesn’t the habit of crouching down to avoid being trampled by the strong appear here as well?

Deon calmly opened the familiar door. And as I was about to step in, I stopped.

“….”

I couldn’t step in easily and looked at the inside of the room for a moment with a reluctant expression on my face.

The red-stained room is reflected in the red eyes. Deon calmly went inside and closed the door slightly, leaving a gap of about a finger’s length. Then, after making sure the window was open, I took off my clothes according to my intended purpose.

The large demons that had wandered near my room knew that they were not left in the demon castle, so they did not pay attention to the slightly open door.

Soon after, Deon changed his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. The mirror I saw after a long time showed a young man neatly dressed in black clothes and with an unknown expression.

The young man awkwardly raised his hand and brushed off his ‘neat’ clothes.

“…It’s okay.”

The buttons weren’t wrong and the clothes weren’t wrinkled.

Is it because there are no people around to accept the childish light anymore? Starting from the Knights of Lofty to Ed Dan, the Count’s servants. The clumsy clothes-making skills that kept many people’s hands busy seemed to have evaporated somewhere, giving a somewhat awkward feeling, but the mirror showed a neat and tidy outfit with nothing in particular to criticize.

The gaze that lightly scanned the entire body landed on the shoulder.

‘The epaulettes… I did attach them for now.’

I don’t think it would be particularly useful.

What is contained here is an amulet that imposes ‘restrictions upon entering the human world through the border’. In the first place, a demon lord who cannot go to the human world through the border would be outside the scope of the assumption.

For the time being, I wore an epaulet containing an ‘amulet that suppresses the opponent’s use of magic’ that Dan seemed to have prepared just in case, but this too would be of no use. Even the magic suppressing force installed with great preparation is useless in front of the demon lord himself, so how can a simplified piece of amulet be of any help?

‘The battle between the hero and the demon lord cannot be influenced by a tool like this.’

If that were possible, it would have been a fight that relied on all kinds of tools and equipment. It’s not that past warriors were stupid and ignorantly clashed with their raw bodies.

Deon turned around.

‘I’ll go soon… ah.’

I was about to leave, but suddenly I recognized white hair flowing here and there in the corner of my vision and stopped.

If it were a normal situation, I wouldn’t have cared, but this time, my opponent was the Demon Lord. Thinking that his hair, which had grown to cover all of his wing bones, would interfere with his battle, Deon played with the ends of his hair and found a hair tie.

….

The warrior stopped at the training ground and picked up various weapons, awakened his senses, and moved in the direction where he could sense his nemesis.

The location is….

‘Central Garden?’

***

[The hero and the demon king are proof that this world is immature.]

In that sense, this world that chose the wrong hero seems to be experiencing severe growing pains. Well, it’s all a matter of self-employment.

The Demon King lazily picked up the tea, recalling the last sentence of a book he had once written. The traces of guests coming and going were cleared away, and a car for a new guest was placed across from him.

‘It’s coming.’

The inherent sense of detecting the presence of an old enemy tells you that he is coming this way. Even without this sense, I could feel the death from afar, so I drew a smile that seemed almost invisible to the devil.

‘Life is unique.’

I don’t know how to live with detachment. Aren’t these two conflicting energies?

The energy that was getting closer stopped for a moment at the entrance to the central garden, and then the door opened. One day, the scent of blood that could not be erased poured into the greenhouse that the Demon King had filled with flowers from the human world for Deonhart’s mental health.

“The teacher has finally arrived.”

It really took a long time.

The Demon King calmly put down his teacup and looked up. In addition to the various weapons I had taught so far, a warrior was standing in front of me, equipped with a long sword.

When I saw the person in front of me who was shouting with his whole body that he was going to kill me, my eyes widened with anger.

“They brought a lot of weapons.”

“….”

“If you had only seen the shadow, you would have thought that the dead 8th Corps commander had come back alive.”

As for the 8th Corps commander…

Deon thought of Hel, the naive corps commander he had eliminated using Stigma Primiro. His adjutant also died there.

A light voice drove away my brief thoughts.

“Anyway, welcome. “This might be the last time we see each other like this, so how about we talk for a while?”

The Demon King points to the seat across from him as if offering him a seat. Of course, Deon didn’t sit down.

His gaze, which was looking at the warrior standing on guard, notices the wound on his cheek and moves down to cover the entire area. The Demon King, who discovered a wound that couldn’t be covered by his clothes, slowly got up from his seat and approached him.

A slow movement as if to indicate that there is no intention to harm. Deon stood still as if he was going to wait and see and followed his every move with his eyes.

A hand reached out to my face.

“Is this what the commander of the 3rd Corps said?”

It’s an innocent touch, but you never know when the other person may change. As soon as I felt something strange, all the muscles in my body tensed to stab the dagger in the throat.

Although the situation with bright red eyes following the movement without blinking may have been burdensome, the Demon King calmly used his magic power and opened his mouth.

“Looking at you, you seem to have suffered several minor injuries…”

“….”

“Thank goodness.”

Fortunately, I still have the ability to heal you.

While waiting for the hero, the Demon King consumed all of his magical power, leaving only a handful of magical energy left. It was because I had risked everything for this hero, and it was just for this moment.

‘No matter how much of a hero he is, there’s no way he won’t get at least a scratch when he comes to kill the Demon King.’

For the treatment of warriors.

According to the will of the Demon King, the last remaining magical energy moves with the intention of recovery. He swept the subject’s body from head to toe and treated the wounds on the body.

No matter how long he waited, he didn’t feel uncomfortable, so he watched with the intention of waiting to see what he would do, but stopped when he felt that his wound was healing. The subconscious mind understood the situation and spit out its sincerity.

“…Are you crazy?”

“No way.”

In this way, all magical power was consumed.

The Demon King grinned and patted the epaulette on Deon’s shoulder as if he knew everything, then stepped back, took off the necklace he had been wearing the entire time, and threw it away.

“Now, with this, I have no magical power left.”

Perhaps I will become the first demon lord without magic. I don’t feel very bad.

“You recovered from your wounds and I lost my magic. So, how about this, isn’t this enough to give you some time?”

“…What nonsense.”

“Hien, come here.”

The gardener, who had quietly turned around after witnessing this scene from afar, as if he had come to take care of the plants, stopped.

Although the distance is quite far away, the surroundings are so quiet that you can’t hear the call. The incubus with a tearful face slowly approached the demon king.

The face, which was pale due to tension, soon turned into astonishment as the demon king got closer and closer.

“Wow, Demon King…!”

“I just ask one question. “How much magical energy do you think I have left?”

“It… It seems completely empty… What on earth is this…”

“Stop. “That’s enough. Go and call Ed.”

“yes yes…!”

Hien suddenly disappears. Ed’s reaction when he was called in afterwards was not much different from Hien’s.

The same question as before was asked to him, whose pupils were quietly shaking in shock.

“Let me ask you just one question. “How much magical energy do you think I have left?”

“That is…”

Ed glanced at Deon for a moment before quickly lowering his gaze and answering.

“It’s hard to estimate because the horsepower is so low… but it seems almost empty.”

“okay? “Go.”

Ed disappeared and the Demon King looked back at Deon as if he had seen him.

“Do you still think I’m talking nonsense?”

“….”

…It was definitely a reaction as if he couldn’t believe his own eyes. The expression was too raw to be fake. In particular, since Ed is a neutral person that no one chose, there is no reason to lie in front of both of them.

After being silent for a moment, Deon checked the position of the moon, then swept away the area that had been completely healed by the Demon King’s treatment and sat down in the chair. The Demon King, who read the unspoken urging from the way he leaned against the backrest with his arms crossed without even touching the prepared tea, chuckled softly.

“First of all… I have to ask if you are okay.”

“…If I remember correctly, he would have treated it himself a little while ago.”

“Not that one. “You have a chronic illness, right?”

He tilted his head crookedly and pointed to his forehead with his finger. A mild fever.

Deon’s expression turned cold.

“Isn’t that something to worry about?”

“It’s not wrong, but… your words were short from earlier.”

“Because it’s over now.”

Anyway, we were in a relationship where we knew from the beginning and pretended not to know. Even if I showed my bare face at any time, it would not be a new situation.

The Demon King lightly shrugged his shoulders as if he agreed and changed the topic. A pointless topic came up as if to lighten the one-sided atmosphere.

“I heard the news of victory. They really attacked three countries at the same time. Even if it was the same for other kingdoms, I felt quite strange when I heard the news that the empire had collapsed.”

Still, it was once the most wary country on this side.

The empire really appeared like a comet and fell like a meteor. In the first generation, it surpassed other countries with a long history and became the country that the demon world was most wary of, but collapsed right away in the second generation.

‘The first emperor was certainly amazing.’

It was the first time in history that the Demon World was wary of a new nation. It was the first time that I was particularly wary of the empire’s ‘official heroes’ rather than the fragments of heroes from other kingdoms that had existed for a long time.

To that extent, Edoardo Desserte was a capable emperor. Even his own strength was unusual, so it would probably be difficult to see a person like this twice in one era.

“Well, it’s all in the past. Still, I wanted to praise you for bringing down the empire. “Usually, you have to go down to the third generation to lose some of the influence of the heyday, right?”

This can be understood by looking at the fact that the words spoken by the empire’s soldiers did not change even after the emperor changed from the first to the second emperor.

Are you telling us to trample them all? Are you telling us to show you what the price is for ‘daring’ to mess with us? Isn’t he still infinitely arrogant, as if he doesn’t even care about defeat? This is evident from the fact that, unlike other countries’ slogans that are ‘for’ the country, the king, their own safety, or something precious, the empire’s slogan is a call to give glory to their country.

An arrogant shout that can only be made because one is in the position of a predator.

If you look closely, Deon, who took down those guys…

“…I’m not interested in that.”

Deon cut off the conversation firmly.

I’m not interested in that kind of nonsense. It looks like he just wants to have a last conversation without even getting into the main topic, but since he’s going to listen to unhelpful information, it would be better to address the points he wants to address here and resolve any questions or feelings.

So this time, I brought up a different topic first.

“You said useless things to our kids.”