I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 341

341. The Last Hero and the Last Demon King (3)

Deon tore off the shoulder epaulettes that were deemed useless and threw them away. Because I no longer belong to the Demon King Castle or anything. There was no reason to wear something like this when even the amulet was useless.

The warrior took a step forward.

The sound of glass shards crunching under my feet as I step forward without stopping. When the distance seemed to have gotten closer, the Demon King suddenly changed his mood and smiled at him. It was a more businesslike smile, completely different from the smiles I had encountered so far.

He rhymed in an exaggerated tone, as if he were performing a play.

“I sincerely welcome you here, warrior. I would like to respond to your request right now, but before that, let me ask you one question. “What is your name?”

I kept doing it and now I’m asking about everything. Deon, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression as if he was asking something new, soon remembered that the Demon King had no magic power and answered.

“Deon Hardt.”

“…Yes, Deon Hart.”

The Demon King’s expression slightly relaxed after hearing the familiar name. A smile as soft as the spring sunlight appeared on his entire face, centered around his gently curved eyes.

“You have no idea how special you are.”

“…?”

“You are the only warrior who has come to visit me so far who remembers his name. “Previous warriors were so absorbed in the goal of killing the Demon King that they forgot their own names, but you were so obsessed with killing me that you did not forget yourself.”

That’s why I have high hopes for you.

The Demon King swallowed his words and laughed quietly. Deon, who was looking at his smile, quietly opened his mouth.

“…What’s your name?”

“My name is Caber.”

Did you ever think you would forget your name because you were always called ‘the devil’?

This is my name that I created to distinguish myself from previous demon lords so as not to stop being one of the throwaway tools wielded by the world. In order not to forget himself, Demon King Caber casually uttered the name he had been repeating over and over again in the dark.

The voice continued with a smile, as if it was cute and willing to ask a bold question.

“Your superior, your superior, and your archenemy.”

The warrior’s posture lowered. His muscles tightened with tension, and the Demon King leisurely adjusted his grip on the great sword.

As the conversation continues, the laughter gradually disappears from the voice. Finally, he whispered softly.

“The person you must seek revenge on is the strongest demon king of all time.”

Kwaaaang!!

The spear and the great sword collided.

***

Glass shards lying on the floor were swept away by wind pressure. Beautiful flowers lay down or were pulled out, and even trees tilted to expose their roots.

The range of wind pressure was wider than expected, so even though Ed was far away, he had to hold on to his seat with both arms raised and covering his face. Then, with a start, I opened my eyes wide and nervously pulled the back of Hien, who was three or four steps ahead of me.

Sigh! A wooden pillar was stuck in the place where Hien was.

“What are you doing here!?”

“…!”

This damn incubus almost died right before my eyes. My voice naturally rose in surprise.

The person who almost died was calm. Hien glanced at Ed once, then turned his head again to see the warrior and the demon king engaged in a fierce fight.

“…It is a tradition that all demons in the Demon Castle must watch the battle between the hero and the Demon King.”

Almost all the demons went to the battlefield, and since the battle started without any official information to the demons in the demon castle, let alone formal procedures, there were no demons watching, but it was a tradition.

Besides…

“This hero in particular is a special being, so it would be wise to keep an eye on him.”

It’s a battle between Deonhart and the Demon Lord, and no one else.

I can’t pinpoint who I’m rooting for. Since he didn’t even know who he was rooting for, Hien chose to just wait and see, prepared to accept whatever the outcome would be.

Probably the same goes for Ed.

“Isn’t that why Ed is here too?”

“…and that’s after we’ve safely distanced ourselves…!”

“I just had no idea that the scope would reach this far. Ed, what did you expect?”

“….”

Ed didn’t answer, but turned his head while holding Hien’s back and saw Ben who had come nearby. An incubus suddenly appeared in front of the attending physician, who was watching the clash between the hero and the demon lord with anxious eyes.

“You’ve protected this guy before, right? “Look where the injury is and take care of it.”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about now? Don’t you know that I am a high-quality human resource?”

“Once you save someone’s life, you have to take responsibility.”

At one point, Ed tried to kill Hien, but Ben stopped him. It was because Deon cared for him in his own way, but he was the one who saved it anyway.

So you have to take responsibility. Ed made a shameless expression.

Ben, who was glaring at him as if he was about to explode in frustration, stopped, looked back and forth between the battle scene and Ed, and then sighed.

“Give me here.”

It would be disturbing even if it wasn’t because it was a battle between my direct superior and the Demon Lord. There is no need to add more things to worry about.

Just look at it this time. Ben twirled Hien, who was standing in front of him with a sullen expression.

“First of all, I don’t think there are any injuries…”

“Yes… yes. no.”

“Then let’s go over there and watch. “Ed, don’t just stand there like an idiot and get caught up in nothing.”

“…Stupid, who says stupid?”

Ed grumbles but moves in the direction Ben pointed. Ben glanced at Hien to follow him and walked away.

The place we arrived at was a suitable hill to watch the battle between the two beings without any obstructions blocking the view.

Hien, who was quietly sitting in his seat and watching the battle between the two intelligent beings, muttered softly.

“It’s a fight between the strongest in the world….”

“…It’s not wrong.”

Why does something seem strange?

Ed, who had made a subtle expression for a moment, hardened his expression and looked to one side due to the faint pressure of the wind. Meanwhile, Deon Hart was swinging the shortened spear, as if the spear had been cut off by the great sword.

No, that was a little while ago. Now it was a bow.

…No, a dagger.

‘…Weapons are constantly changing.’

The weapon changes every time you blink. When I came to my senses without any pre-action, the warrior was holding a different weapon.

‘The Demon King who countered and responded to that was also amazing.’

I wondered if he would be a match for me because I had no magic power, but it seems like it was a useless thought.

When I looked back on the past, I noticed that the last time I faced a hero, I didn’t use any magic at all. It’s surprising.

The time we have lived so far cannot be ignored. It would be absurd to say that none of that time was devoted to weaponry.

‘I should be happy as a demon in the Demon King’s Castle, but…’

I can’t bear to do that.

Ed looked at the battle with a complex expression, neither happy nor sad.

***

The situation was tense.

Deonhardt moved without hesitation because he was already used to the blood impeding his movements. Even techniques that go beyond the limits of the body require about a second of recovery time after use, so I chose the timing carefully, but I didn’t use it particularly sparingly.

He retreated to avoid the swinging greatsword, and stabbed through the gap with the spear holding the end of the handle as much as possible. The Demon King, who dodged this, quickly retrieved the weapon before he could snatch it… but the movement he was trying to grab was an imaginary one. As he had just changed the direction of the greatsword and cut the spear shaft, the warrior threw the part without the spear blade as if he were throwing a javelin, and took a step forward to take advantage of the opportunity for the Demon King to hit the spear, snatching the spear blade before it reached the ground and stabbing it upward.

When the Demon King turned his head to avoid the attack, the warrior, who had put down the cut spear without any hesitation, had suddenly stepped back and was pulling an arrow on the bowstring.

“…under.”

Against the background of a short laugh that was unclear whether it was admiration or joy, three arrows were fired at the devil at the same time.

The Demon King snatched the short spear that the hero had let go with his left hand and swung it, knocking out the arrow. Then he extended his left arm and sent the useless weapon flying towards the warrior. Although it had a normal body shape no different from that of a human, its power and speed were truly destructive, as if it were a demon lord.

Phew!!

Almost as soon as the spear was thrown, it dug into the warrior’s spot, but the warrior was no longer there.

Four daggers flew in succession.

‘…This is really….’

It’s the best.

Kaga River! Even though it was a simple throw rather than a direct fight, the heavy weight of the great sword that struck it down was conveyed. The Demon King laughed heartily while holding the whining weapon.

‘The spearing I taught and the archery I taught.’

A person who has reached the peak of martial arts is following exactly what he taught and using it to kill the person who taught him.

This fact was so funny and happy that I kept laughing.

After moving a few steps, the Demon King put his greatsword aside, picked up the dagger lying on the ground, and threw it at an angle without even raising his upper body. The warrior who was closing the distance at high speed instead of slowing down took out a shield from behind his back and charged forward.

‘I also taught shield techniques.’

I stepped back to avoid being hit with the sharp side of the shield. In the process, he did not forget to retrieve the great sword that had been stuck in the ground.

The greatsword was drawn down at the shield from the upper right to the lower left with the purpose of striking or at least lowering the shield.

Quang!

The shield was instantly thrown out of place due to the enormous force. Instead of forcibly lifting the shield that had fallen as if it had been thrown away, the warrior neatly let go and pulled out the long sword from his waist and slashed.

Even though I tilted my upper body to avoid it, it seemed as if it was a little too late, and a solid red line appeared on the Demon King’s chin.

‘This… seems to be a strange mixture of Jaykar’s swordsmanship.’

It doesn’t seem to be completely Jaykar’s. The center is occupied by a completely different type of swordsmanship. It seems like he learned his sword skills by sparring with Jaykar in addition to his existing sword skills.

…Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.

‘It’s good not to be obsessed with weapons, but it’s also difficult to throw them away easily.’

Didn’t I teach this?

He grabbed the shield that the warrior had placed, pushed away his sword, and then swung his great sword. The opponent dodged by leaning his upper body back and placed his foot on the ground, then kicked his chin in check with his foot, widened the distance a little, and before he could correct his disheveled posture by spinning around once, he applied force to his crouched leg and fell further backwards as if bouncing. .

The great sword narrowly crossed the spot where he was, and his even whiter hair fluttered under the white moonlight.

“….”

The cut hair tie fell off.

The flowing hair flutters here and there with the rapid movement, blocking the view. As he was watching, calculating, and responding to the situation without even blinking an eye, the warrior, who was unable to see the situation for a moment, reflexively put the brakes on his movements.

There was no way the Demon King would miss that brief moment.

The Demon King swings his weapon, narrowing the distance in pursuit of the hero who falls back one step too late. The warrior who narrowly avoided the first attack received a cut on his cheek.

At least I saw this.

The problem was the dagger that the Demon King kicked and threw away during the attack.

‘That’s why you shouldn’t carelessly throw away weapons on the floor.’

As if he didn’t see this, his red eyes widened as he belatedly noticed the dagger approaching right in front of him.

It was too late to stop him, so he quickly turned his head to avoid it, but…

Oops!

Deon quickly covered his neck. It seemed fine for a while, but soon blood started leaking between my fingers.

“…Damn it.”

From the neck, past the chin, to the temples. The wound was deeper than I thought.