I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 95

95. Deceived, deceived, exploited and overcome (3)

The Prime Minister could not easily continue speaking.

I opened my mouth to speak several times, but closed it again and repeatedly wiped my face to get rid of the shock.

I don’t know where to start. Should we point out the assumption of death, or should we point out the dismissal of the emperor’s body as a ‘piece of meat’?

The Emperor assumed that his death would not be normal. Perhaps he was thinking of the situation when his head falls off on the battlefield.

‘What should I say…?’

There were a lot of words stuck in my throat.

Your words are too extreme. Why are you considering death? Didn’t you say that you are an empire? etc.

However, the words that finally came out after the silence were something different.

“At least… take off your cloak and leave it behind. It’s not a combat cloak, is it? “It would draw attention and be a distraction.”

The emperor chuckled. He was fiddling with the hem of his red cloak with the imperial emblem engraved on it, then hopped on his horse and spoke softly.

“Why did you have to throw away the little proof you had as an emperor so easily?”

….

The emperor, who was riding alone on horseback, leaving the palace with a sword in hand, and running skillfully through the forest, glanced at a certain place with a glance. A sneer appeared on his lips.

I slowly pulled on the reins of the horse I was holding.

The horse that read the emperor’s will gradually slowed down and soon stopped. The emperor jumped down, patted the horse’s back, then walked up to the tree and sat down as if he wanted to rest.

He crossed his legs, looked at the sky for a few seconds, leaned the back of his head against the tree, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.

“Have you ever been told to beware of forgetting?”

“….”

“People who forget the past are bound to repeat the same mistakes. “Jim also didn’t live that long, so he only understood it in his head, but recently he started to feel this with his own skin.”

He lightly swept the wild flowers on the floor with his hand and muttered in a dry voice.

An empty voice was scattered through the trees.

“It was truly amazing. “If those who experienced the eight-year war directly are still alive and well, I would never have thought that those who have already been eaten by the monster of oblivion will appear.”

There hasn’t even been a generational change yet.

Citing the arrogant kingdom of Ireon as an example, the emperor, who had been squeezing the corners of his eyes, uncrossed his legs and placed the sword he was holding on his knees. The left hand, wrapped in a white bandage, is placed on the grassy floor, and the right hand goes into the arms and comes out holding a dagger.

The moment ‘they’ could not react to such a natural behavior, something happened.

Phew!

“…!”

A feeling of agitation was mixed into the silence.

Confusion appears in the eyes of those who see the dagger piercing the back of the hand of none other than the emperor himself, and not at any of them.

No matter the emotional state of his enemies, the emperor simply drew his dagger with an expressionless expression and muttered lowly.

“…It’s better now.”

The white bandage that had been changed so neatly turned red again.

Pain was a thing of the past.

An expression of unmarked satisfaction appeared on his face as the black ghosts that had been blocking his sight the whole time disappeared.

He puts the dagger back into his arms and stands up. He walks around the area as if he were taking a walk, holding a sword sheath in his right hand while leaving his left hand dripping with blood.

Red marks appeared on the floor as if his steps were leaving a mark wherever he passed.

“How much did we talk about? Yes, I was talking about the dangers of forgetting. So, let me ask you this now. —Do you know how Edoard Desert ascended to the throne?”

I stopped walking. I raised my bleeding hand and touched the flowers blooming on the tree.

Blood appeared on the pretty flower petals, and

questions continued.

“Do you know who one of the leading figures on the battlefield that led to victory in the eight-year war was?”

Who is the other nameless hero with the warrior’s fragment and

“Do you know why he doesn’t have a secret guard?”

See, forgetting is such a scary thing.

If you know the emperor during the rebellion, if you remember the emperor during the Eight Years’ War, if you have at least done some research on what the emperor is like on the battlefield today.

If that were the case, they wouldn’t have dared to come after the emperor so clumsily.

The emperor smiled lowly as he touched the flower, which had lost its original color after drinking so much blood.

“This guy and that guy.”

The hand that was touching the flower petals goes down to the stem connected to the tree.

What color was this flower originally? It was purple.

…Yes, purple.

The stem was snapped off without hesitation, as if cutting off someone’s neck. I put my nose to the flower as if to smell it, but all I could feel was the strong scent of blood.

The emperor, who had lowered his eyes as if smelling the scent of a flower, slowly moved his gaze in that position. Unlike the dark shadow under the eyes, the vividly sparkling golden eyes face straight ahead and stop exactly somewhere.

Amidst the tense tension, a voice that sounded like an animal growling came out softly.

“─Is your luggage funny?”

Tuk. The battle began with the signal of falling flowers.

The emperor, with his sword drawn like lightning, tramples the fallen flowers and moves forward. The empty scabbard was lying on the ground and blood was gushing out somewhere in the forest.

The head of one of the enemies fell off.

The panicked people quickly responded with the weapons they were holding, but that only served to postpone death.

A blood-red cloak flutters. No, maybe it really is blood itself. If you see a flash of red in your vision, someone’s head has definitely fallen. Then again, a red color filled my vision and a fearful death burst out.

“Now wait a minute…”

“That outfit, that pattern. I know for sure. It was a revolutionary army. From what Jim remembers, the head there wasn’t that stupid. Is he arbitrary? “There will be no need to worry about the revolutionary army from now on.”

Suddenly.

“Ah, ah, ah….”

Only then did they remember.

His talent was hidden by the titles of ‘emperor’ and ‘tyrant’. The name of a person whose talent was particularly outstanding among those who possessed the fragments of a warrior.

“Ah…”

“Save me…”

His swordsmanship was unstoppable, fierce, and exciting at the same time.

The freedom of holding and swinging a long sword with one hand. A powerful force that seems to cut down even if there is a mountain in front of you.

Every time the sword moves, somewhere on someone’s body is cut cleanly and blood sprays into the air. The sword moves lightly as if riding the wind, but is swung with great force in every movement to cut down the opponent. Even though it cut down many people, it boasted a clean silver body without a single drop of blood.

If you were a spectator, you might have felt catharsis from the coolness. However, all those who were looking at the emperor now were his enemies.

“I think I know why the duke said that today. Was it also related to the revolutionary army?”

A plan that doesn’t seem to have been what the leader intended. Nevertheless, the emperor’s schedule fell into their hands.

It’s a peacock. Unless they were dukes, there was no way these clumsy people could get their hands on the emperor’s schedule.

Nevertheless, the reason they risked their lives to provoke me…

‘I guess it was because they didn’t want me to die at their hands.’

Despite his contradictory actions, the emperor somehow seemed to know what he was thinking.

In order for the duke to achieve his wish, the emperor must not die at the hands of the revolutionary army. The duke is aiming for a higher position and power, not wanting a world where everyone is equal.

So the ‘revolution’ should never succeed. At the same time, in order to control the growing power of the revolutionary army…

I laughed out loud.

“…How dare you use luggage?”

But there may be no physical evidence for this either.

He laughed viciously and swung his sword again. The emperor moved easily while wearing cumbersome clothes.

Someone mustered up the courage to reach out and pull his cloak, but instead of stumbling or being dragged away, the emperor dragged the opponent back to the station and stabbed him with his sword.

When he pulls out the sword that stabbed him deeply, blood spurts out and his cloak flutters, floating and sinking in time with his movements.

“There is no need for someone behind the scenes. “I think I would know without having to interrogate you.”

There is no reason to keep him alive and I have no intention of keeping him alive. I have no intention of letting go even if I run away.

So the only way for them to survive is to kill him.

──I don’t know if it’s possible.

On this day, 1/9 of the revolutionary army’s strength evaporated.

Leader Daniel, who received this news belatedly, silently touched his forehead as the strength he had replenished was back to square one.

[There’s no way he could have saved the emperor’s schedule on his own. I don’t have that level of ability.]

[Research. Who did he meet before doing this?]

[…Saerin?]

There is suspicion, but there is no conclusive physical evidence.

This incident ended with the arbitrary actions of a foolish executive who left only Daniel’s personal suspicions without any physical evidence of his connection to the duke.

As a result, this became an incident that halted the revolutionary army as the duke had hoped.

***

“Daemon, look at this. I got it during my travels, and it’s a fishing tool from the human world. Really?”

“Yes…”

“The thread is so weak that it breaks easily, so I don’t understand how you can catch a fish with it. “Why did you have to use such weak thread?”

“It may be a weak thread in the demon world, but in the human world it is quite strong and tough.”

“why?”

“Because the demon world and the human world are different.”

“How is it different?”

“Ha…”

This is why I didn’t want to run into the 5th Corps commander.

5th Corps Commander Ohel She is not particularly threatening physically, but she is a very threatening corps commander in other ways.

Just looking at it right now, it’s taking a huge toll on my psyche and stress, so what further explanation is needed?

How could it be that the Demon King also threw her out of the Demon King’s Castle under the pretext of ‘patrolling the entire Demon World’? It’s all because it’s hard to handle her curiosity.

This is not a strict guess. When he told me that he would send the commander of the 5th Corps to meet me, the Demon King clearly said this before cutting off communication.

[I guess I can be quiet now.]

…Then me?!

“Oh, and Demon, look at this too. “It is a communication stone of the human world and is called a ‘communicator.’”

“Ah…”

“I guess you knew. Isn’t it amazing? “This is clearly a magic stone, but why is it being used in the human world?”

It’s a communicator… how did you get it?

If you thought that magic stones were only used in the demon world, you would be greatly mistaken. Did you think the emperor was sending hero candidates to the demon world for no reason?

Magic stones are treated at the highest level in the human world as an offering and tool for magic. The communicator is one of the tools of the human world that uses the magic stone.

‘You can think of it as the same as the communication stone of the demon world. Of course, there are some differences.’

To use a communication stone in the demon world, you can pick up any magic stone and cast a spell, but to use a communication stone in the human world, you have to split one magic stone into several pieces and cast a spell on them.

If you divide one magic stone into two pieces and cast a spell, only two people can communicate, and if you divide it into three pieces, only three people can communicate… and so on.

Even worse, if it gets smaller than a certain size, the spell itself won’t work, so if you split it haphazardly, the cost you spent may evaporate.

In a situation where the magic stone itself is difficult to obtain and a shaman is also difficult to find, the communication device is inefficient, so there are only a handful of people in the human world who have a communication

device

. Probably not? I looked at Oel with suspicion.

Actually, I have one too.

‘I’m sure of the source. Because the emperor gave it to me.’

I made a shocked expression as I remembered the communication device that would be kept in my mansion.

The wolf-eared demon who had been standing silently behind Orel the whole time seemed to have interpreted my expression with a different meaning, and quietly opened his mouth.

“Oel, I think it would be best to do something like that.”

“why?”

“Daemon is bothering you.”

“Really? Why?”

“Having to constantly answer endless questions can be frustrating for some people.”

“why?”

Maybe it’s because of his position as an adjutant, or maybe it’s because of his personality…

Dernivan, the wolf-eared demon, answered Orel’s questions, which were probably boring, without showing any emotion.

Come to think of it, I heard you two were dating?

When I first heard it, I didn’t think it would fit at all, but now that I see it, it strangely suits me.

Of course, he must have had trouble coming up with an answer, so he kept his head straight and said something else.

“We’re all here.”