I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 52

52. Salvation Church (2)

There are more than one suspicious thing.

It would be natural for a pseudo-religion, but the ‘Salvation Church’ was different from other pseudo-religions that appeared and disappeared countless times.

‘It is currently widely known among commoners and is also receiving support from some nobles.’

Things may be a bit better now that a few nobles are sponsoring it, but it must have cost a lot of money to start.

In other words, he started with a level of funds that ordinary people could not easily have.

Since their starting point was a slum, their money usage at the time would have been almost like pouring water into a bottomless pot.

If you roughly calculate it, it’s an amount that even a decent noble family wouldn’t be able to afford…

‘Money is not the goal, and the funder does not want to become the head of a religious cult and be looked up to by people. What on earth is this really?’

Out of frustration, I poured the lukewarm tea left in my teacup down my throat. And I immediately regretted it.

Damn it, I drank tea for no reason. I can’t believe I want to go to the bathroom in such a serious situation.

I need to think a little more about the report, but…

‘First, go to the bathroom. After that, I thought about it again….’

“Are you sure you want to go there yourself?”

“yes?”

I stopped walking towards the door.

This is some bullshit again.

Unlike me, who was momentarily dazed, Lord Lien looked at me with respect and spoke solemnly. At first glance, I saw her adjusting the sword at her waist.

“It’s dangerous to go alone. I will follow you.”

”Yes? No…uh…huh?”

…In the end, I was dragged away without even being able to go to the bathroom.

Lord Lien said with bright eyes, ‘I respect you.’ Shouting, he strides forward, opens the door, and waits, but in that situation, how can he say, ‘Please go to the bathroom…’ Because of that, I couldn’t

take active action and just hoped that a savior would appear before I left the mansion, but in reality, was ruthless.

‘Fuck, my luck is like that.’

It wasn’t that I didn’t meet anyone. There were maids and servants. I even ran into Remembert on the way down the stairs. But

our butler, who was usually so capable, must have not seen my expression as if I was being dragged to the slaughterhouse, so he just said, “He’s leaving.” “Are you sure?” Lien simply asked, and when Rien answered that she was going to the slums, he wordlessly gave her two tattered robes and personally sent her off with a calm greeting telling her to go home. It was not a smooth robe or a clean traveler’s robe, but a tattered one

. Judging by the tattered robes I gave him, he seemed to have a general idea of what we were going to do. I wonder why a person with such good senses didn’t notice my expression. Could it be that he was ignoring me on purpose? “I think you’ll have to put on your robes from here on out

.

”

As I walked in a daze, I found myself at the entrance to the slums. Sir Lien, who led me to a nearby alley, held out his shabby robe.

I looked down at it with dark eyes and slowly took it with trembling hands.

‘Are we really going to go on like this?’

It will at least give me time to mentally prepare. Or at least time to go to the bathroom. If I go in like

this, I’m going to make a very different mistake, so I bite my lip once and cautiously open my mouth.

“…That . “Can I go somewhere for a while first?”

“Yes? Where…”

“Over there for a moment… It’s only a short while, so don’t ever follow me.”

To prepare my mind, I have to throw away all the water in my body.

I haven’t experienced it myself yet, but people are so surprised. I’ve seen with my own eyes evidence of people saying that when they’re scared, they mess with their pants. It was really ugly. I never want to be

seen like that, so it’s better to be prepared in advance. Even if it’s a slum, you wouldn’t walk around with shit in your pants.

…But Lord Lien hesitated with an anxious expression, wondering what on earth he was thinking.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

I guess he’s anxious because this is a slum… ..

Of course it’s okay. I’m not some kind of child. Are you worried that I can’t go to the bathroom alone? Besides, you’re a girl. I followed you so I wouldn’t have to worry about something happening. I faced Sir Lien with a stern face. Despite his calm-looking face, his intentions were urgent

. It was going on.

Stop dragging the time and let me go now. Can’t you even see this white face? If I pretend, I have to pretend and understand. I was afraid that they would

barge in while I was doing my business like this, so I left a nail in my mouth telling me not to follow again. I hurriedly ran to the corner of the alley.

“Now, just a moment…!”

Thinking about the possibility of Lord Lien snooping around, I took a couple more turns and barely managed to do my business, but suddenly the thought of wanting to kill them all came up.

What glory would I have? Why are you going through all this trouble? It’s not that you want to own the land, but that you’re willing to return a territory!

If that was all it was, I would have given up cleanly, but since Cruel is said to be in charge of this, giving up is not far off.

‘Damn it… .’

I adjusted my pants and put on my robe.

Then I went out of the alley and took a turn, and there was someone standing in the middle of the alley where no one was there until I came in. It

looks like that person is also trying to sneak in somewhere. The shabby robe in his hand is what catches my eye. It supported my guess,

but that person looked somewhat familiar. The man , with black hair…

and just wearing a robe, also turns his head this way, as if checking for the owner of the person he senses. Since I hadn’t put on my hood yet, of course I made eye contact with him.

…’Infiltrate somewhere’?

I will correct it. It looks like that person is also trying to infiltrate the Salvation Church. No, I’m sure.

“You—”

He’s probably carrying out the same mission as me.

Cruel Hart.

Even though there was a hateful being in front of me, I could not express my unpleasant feelings.

Because I was so surprised by an encounter I wasn’t prepared for—

I murmured.

“…!”

“Oh shit… cough”

— Because I ended up vomiting blood.

For some reason, it’s been a bit quiet these days, but it explodes like this. shit.

I didn’t want to look ugly, so I covered my mouth. I looked at the red liquid that filled my palm and dripped onto the floor, then looked up and checked Cruel.

He was motionless, looking at me and the blood-covered floor directly in front of me.

“….”

“….”

The green eyes that were looking at the floor slowly look up and rest at the corner of my mouth.

I immediately lowered my head. I’m so embarrassed that I can’t even raise my head.

He vomited blood just because he was ‘surprised’ and for no other reason. This itself would be embarrassing, but why would I show myself like this in front of that guy?

If I stay like this, I will only be wasting time, so I quickly push the guy away and try to get out of the alley, but someone with a familiar silhouette slowly appears behind him as if hesitating.

“I’m sorry, Count. I was worried…”

Lord Lien, who checked on me, seemed to trail off, but eventually closed his mouth.

Her eyes go back and forth between me and Cruel standing in front of me.

I wondered absentmindedly as I watched her hand slowly moving towards the sword at her waist, wondering how she was accepting the situation.

‘—First of all, I’m really glad that he didn’t come to me while I was running errands.’

***

I covered my mouth with my hand, but I couldn’t hide the blood flowing between my fingers.

Looking at the blood on the floor and Deon Hardt’s red-stained hands, Knight Commander Lien Reiner secretly regretted it.

‘I shouldn’t have just sent it.’

Why did he overlook the fact that he was the only one who could protect Count Hart?

When I thought about it, the signs were clear.

In addition to his pale face, trembling hands, cold sweat, and lips clenched tightly as if he was holding back pain, he even acted out of sync with his usual behavior of rushing into an alley as if he was hiding something.

The devil’s curse has been activated.

‘The article is disqualified.’

I knew that my eyes were not in good condition as they were not for decoration.

So, when he said he would be away for a while, I asked him out of concern.

[Are you sure it’s okay?]

[Yes.]

It was a mistake to obediently send him away because I couldn’t bear to disobey his firm answer and look on his face that told him not to follow me.

Contrary to popular rumors, Count Hart is a good-natured person who hates worrying others.

Of course, during battle, he showed another cruel side and caused quite a shock… but that was only limited to ‘battle’.

Normally he was very reserved and kind.

It’s the same just this time. Didn’t he have no hesitation in stepping into this dirty place, saying that he would check for himself, saying that if there was insufficient information, he could order someone to investigate again?

Perhaps the reason he tried to hide his condition so much was because he thought that if he showed hemoptysis, they would ask him to go back. He probably didn’t want to worry you and wanted to investigate.

How can I not care about this?

‘But…’

I rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze to a man standing in front of Count Hart.

Who is it? Due to the location, only the back is visible, so it is impossible to clearly determine who it is, but judging from the Count’s expression, it seems that they do not have a friendly relationship.

Could this be an assassin who has been waiting for an opportunity? Are you planning to attack while the Count is weak?

However, it is rare for an assassin to appear in public.

‘…Have you already tried it once?’

Even if he is weakened by the curse, the Count is a hero. He would not have easily allowed an attack.

It would be correct to say that the raid failed due to the Count’s formidable skills, and a standoff ensued afterwards.

‘First, let’s subdue the author.’

Neglecting the Count’s condition and safety was an unforgivable mistake, but being so shocked that he was unable to do his job was an even bigger sin.

I am a knight. A knight who must protect the Count.

Lien quickly regained his composure and slowly raised his hand to his sword.

Perhaps sensing something suspicious, the person wearing the hood of his robe belatedly turns around to look at me.

The moment Lien felt the gaze beneath the robe on me, she immediately drew her sword and rushed towards the guy.

Cheaeng!!

A bloody sound rang out.

***

Cruel crossed his swords and silently scanned the opponent’s face. Even though it was a sudden attack, there was no disturbance.

It’s a familiar face. Was he the leader of the knights under Deon?

She swings her sword without hesitation. Kaang! The harsh sound shook my eardrums again.

Since he did not receive the title ‘Hero’ for free, Cruel skillfully blocked the attack and looked at the two with Deon’s terrifying green eyes.

‘Is it a mission after all?’

I heard long ago that Deon received the same mission as me.

So the Duke’s voice telling me not to lose echoes in my head again. At the same time, the missions also increased.

I knew it in my head, but I never dreamed that we would meet already. I was so surprised when I made eye contact with him.

It never happened that I passed by without recognizing it.

Pale skin and red eyes are not very common. Isn’t it funny that when such clear evidence is revealed, they don’t even notice that they are wearing only a flimsy robe?

I was taken aback by the unexpected encounter, but my thoughts were short-lived. Deon, unable to contain his excitement, vomited blood.

─Did it come about because of an innate physical condition or because of the devil’s curse?

My younger brother was weak from birth. If a curse had been added to his body, how much longer would he have left to live?

I’m not sure, but it won’t be that long.

“….”

Cruel thought as he looked at the blood on the corner of Deon’s mouth with an extremely calm expression.

‘He shouldn’t be participating in this mission.’

Even if there are other things, this must be prevented.

Was one arm not enough?

Cruel, who was wondering whether he should submit another request, showed no signs of doubting that Deon had been ‘cursed’.

Because he clearly saw that was the case.

A black brand with a strange pattern engraved on the border between Deon’s collarbone and neck.

As those who know about the existence of the stigma usually think, Cruel also thought that it was damaging Deon’s physical condition and lifespan.

‘So only until the little remaining life span comes to an end.’

All you have to do is hold on until then.

While repeating that, Cruel looked at Deon.

The green eyes, which did not feel lifeless, were sunken and focused only on one person.