I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 11

11. Hero, meeting, and… (2)

I thought he was just one of those guys trained as assassins abandoned by the empire, but he’s actually a hero candidate.

Honestly, I was shocked.

‘Yes, it was a shock…’

I never thought I would be so distracted.

When I came to my senses, I had already arrived in my room.

Maybe it’s because I’m in a state of ecstasy, but my memories seem foggy and I remember very little clearly. What was your clearest memory?

Are you sure he will die?

‘….’

It would be better not to think about that any more. Whether that guy dies or not, whether I sympathize with him or not, there’s nothing I can do anyway.

I lay down on the bed holding the cube that Ed brought me.

While I was shuffling the cubes and erasing random thoughts one by one, I heard a knock.

“it’s me.”

“…Demon King?!”

I suddenly got up. I hurriedly checked my clothes, straightened my disheveled hair, and opened the door.

“Why is the Demon King here again…?”

“I told you. “I will come get you.”

“yes?”

when?

The Demon King must have read my questioning expression as he raised one eyebrow. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed and looked at my face with an uncomfortable expression.

“Corps Commander’s Meeting. “Even after this, you don’t remember?”

I don’t remember, but somehow I feel like I shouldn’t say that.

I nodded with as calm a look as possible.

“Ah, I remember.”

It was a performance that put all my effort into it.

The Demon King, who passed without any doubt, nodded and straightened up.

“Then let’s go.”

“yes.”

I didn’t think I should take any more time, so I hurried after him.

Because of that, I left the room without even having time to put the cube down, forgetting that I was even holding it in my hand.

***

At the time of the battle with the warrior, the commander of the 7th Legion was an ogre.

Even if I put aside the reason that it is one of the core forces of the Demon King’s army, I remember it clearly. Because he was a great groomsman for Deon Hardt.

In other words, when Deon Hardt first appeared, he appeared by killing the commander of the 7th Legion.

The Demon King smiled as he recalled that day.

When he won the battle against the hero and raised his sword to take the hero’s life, which would have been cut short if left unattended,

the hero chose to commit suicide.

I was so embarrassed when I saw the warrior’s body radiating bright light.

“…This hero seems quite aggressive.”

A hollow laugh came out.

A warrior has two choices when he dies.

One is to spread fragments of power across the continent to create beings that can even slightly oppose the Demon King, and the other is mainly used when the Demon King is nearby, so-called self-destruction.

Gathering the strength of the warrior and exploding it.

Usually, warriors choose to scatter fragments of power for later use.

‘I won’t die anyway.’

It is not for nothing that he is called the strongest demon king in history. Although it was a bit of a waste, I was confident that if I used my magic power generously, I would survive the aftermath of that explosion without major damage.

The problem is the other demons surrounding them.

All the demons of the Demon Castle came out to watch the historic battle, which could safely be said to be a battle that depended on the fate of the race.

The power of the warrior was given to eliminate the Demon King, and the Demons are a race born from the Demon King.

In the end, the warrior’s power had no choice but to indirectly affect the demons.

So, if the hero’s power bursts out here…

‘Roughly half.’

About half of this large army will evaporate in an instant.

Considering that the size of the Demon King’s Castle is that of a small city in the empire and that all the demons there are here, the level of damage is unbelievable.

“Everyone get back…!”

Therefore, the moment you give an order in a hurry.

Kwaaaang!!

…A man fell from the sky.

Also with the 7th Corps commander.

He appeared after crushing the 7th Corps commander and did not even cast a glance at the Demon King.

As if to double-check whether the 7th Corps commander under me was dead, I stabbed him in the neck with the dagger and slowly got up using it as support. It was a ridiculously relaxed attitude.

White hair and red eyes.

Blood-red eyes go back and forth between the demon king and the hero, then quickly fixate on the hero. Then he began to slowly approach this direction at a leisurely pace.

There was no sign of nervousness in the middle of the battlefield surrounded by countless demons.

It was a very defenseless attitude.

However, perhaps because of his confident attitude, his unwavering expression showed a spirit that could not be ignored, so the soldiers had no choice but to watch him frozen, rather than stopping him.

‘Pathetic bastards.’

Still, the Demon King could not bear to openly criticize him for being pitiful, so he quietly narrowed his eyes.

Although it was only for a moment, he too was overwhelmed.

Since the distance wasn’t that far to begin with, he quickly arrived in front of the warrior.

Without even looking at the Demon King, he placed his hand on the hero’s shoulder and brought his face close to the guy’s ear.

And a miracle happened.

The light emanating from the warrior’s body poured down towards that human.

“…You’re crazy.”

A groan broke out.

Since we know better than anyone else about heroes, demon kings, and the empire’s system of sending heroes, speculation about this situation continued quickly.

That white-haired human probably followed to see the outcome of this battle for himself and inform the empire. Maybe that’s the main mission.

And as a side mission, even if the hero dies, you will find out the state of the Demon King and if you think you can kill him, you will kill him.

So, when the hero chose to commit suicide, he would have calculated the probability.

[The probability of causing damage to the Demon King through the hero’s self-destruction and the amount of damage the Demon King will suffer from this.] [The number of

surrounding Demons that can be reduced by self-destruction.]

[The probability of killing the injured Demon King through the reduced number of Demons.]

[Final There is a possibility of accomplishing the main mission of ‘return to life’ by carrying out this.]

It would have been judged that self-destruction was irrational.

So he would have put his hand on the warrior’s shoulder and stopped him. It’s a bit surprising that he jumped in the middle of enemy lines, but it may be because he’s confident he can escape alive.

‘Smart, loyal to the mission, and combat ability…’

The corners of his eyes were bent, filled with amusement.

I feel sorry for the empire that sent this guy to this dangerous place. If it were me, even if I had to use it, I wouldn’t have sent him to his death without any respect.

In any case, the warrior read his intentions and quickly turned around to pour into him for the purpose of transfer. Of course, it did not happen that the power stayed in the opponent’s body as the hero intended.

‘of course.’

The hero’s power was given directly by the world for a purpose. Originally, when a hero dies, it is a power that should be scattered to pieces and returned to the world.

Just leaving it on this earth, even as a fragment, would have to cost the hero himself, so there is no way that an intentional transfer would be possible.

The warrior himself would know better. He probably had to suffer a great deal of pain due to his actions.

Nevertheless, upon seeing the hero lying limp after death after a meaningless struggle, the Demon King raised his gaze slightly and looked at the man holding his body.

He is directly involved in an absurd attempt that violated the will of the world. There’s no way he would be fine either.

Sure enough,

“Cough.”

With a resolute expression that did not show any weakness, he coughed blood.

Even though more blood is flowing out of the mouth than expected, the expression on the face remains the same. Joy flashed through the Demon King’s eyes at that strange sense of discomfort.

The Demon King, suppressing his excitement, said with a kind smile.

“What’s your name?”

“…Deon Hart.”

Deon Hardt. I rolled that name over and over again in my mouth.

In fact, there was no need to think about it. The devil already knew him.

Looking at the external situation, he stopped the hero from self-destructing and suffered hemoptysis in return.

Even other demons would recognize this much.

Even the situation is on his side, so there is no reason to hesitate any longer. The Demon King revealed his desires without hesitation.

“Are you planning on becoming the Demon King’s army?”

It doesn’t matter whether the other person is human or not.

The Demon King liked this smart and loyal being, and more than anything, the human in front of him drew interest from himself, who was mired in boredom.

There was enough reason to bring him into the Demon King’s Castle.

***

“Hey, get out of the way. “You can’t see it!”

“So is that person an enemy or friend?”

“You stopped the hero from self-destructing! At least it’s not an enemy.”

“But you killed the 7th Corps commander?”

“Huh? “The Demon King is asking for your name!”

“Noisy! “I can’t hear anything!!”

“You are louder!”

“So what’s your name?”

Because the street was so noisy and the human’s voice was low, the demon soldier narrowed his eyes and focused on the shape of his mouth instead of listening.

“Demon… a… root?”

“Demon Arut?”

“I think so?”

“Demon Arutra….”

It’s a name that sounds more like a demon than a demon.

In this way, Deon Hart’s name was transformed into the name Demon Arut and spread throughout the demon military camp.

***

The human achievement of stopping the hero from self-destructing and preventing great damage is such a great merit that even other corps commanders acknowledge it.

Even after the battle with the hero, at the victory banquet for the new talent, ‘Demon Arut’ drank a lot and turned the Demon King’s castle upside down. After that, there was no backstory about his skills. This was even more so because the victim of that incident was another corps commander.

Therefore, all the demons in the Demon Castle rarely said a bad word about the human who suddenly came in and took over the position of commander of the 0th Corps.

Of course, this is only ‘to a large extent’.

“You’re late.”

Belitan, commander of the 6th Corps, tapped the conference room table and muttered. His eyebrows were narrowed as if he was feeling uncomfortable.

I know very well how great the merits he achieved at that time were. I also acknowledge his strong inaction. But even so, isn’t this true?

0 Corps Commander Daemon Arut.

He was late every time he had a meeting.

It still is. Everyone is gathered in the conference room except for the corps commanders who are out for work, but he is the only one who is absent.

In the end, Belitan couldn’t stand the wait and slammed the table.

“Isn’t this something we really need to say?!”

“noisy.”

“Jaykar! How long are you going to tolerate that arrogant behavior? He…”

“Belitan.”

Jaykar, who was leaning on a chair with his eyes closed, slowly opens his eyes and looks at Belitan.

When he flinched and stopped talking at the cold gaze staring directly at me, Idelia, the commander of the 4th Corps, suddenly intervened, as if she had been waiting.

“I think you are the one who is arrogant, Belitan. “Do you know who you are making such rude remarks about?”

“…what?”

“It was a really boring joke to be arrogant towards someone who speaks highly of even mere servants.”

“Just because you use polite language doesn’t mean you’re arrogant! “Then how do you intend to explain being late for the meeting?”

“There must be something going on.”

It was a statement without any hesitation.

Even Ashild, who is not on good terms with her, nods his head, so it’s a momentary thought, ‘Is that really true?’ It was to the point where I wanted to.

Belitan, who quickly shook his head to come to his senses, opened his mouth in bewilderment.

“How can you guarantee that?”

Just as Idelia was about to respond, there was a bang from one side of the table! And a crash sound was heard.

At the unusual sound, all the corps commanders’ heads turned to one place.

Some of them sighed and shook their heads as if they had no idea who they were talking about, while others shook their heads as if they knew they would do that. Some even had embarrassed looks on their faces.

Belitan belonged to the third category.

Seat at the end of the table. There, a small girl stood up with both hands on the table.

“Enough of the blasphemy, Belitan! “It’s blasphemous!”

“…Lirinel?”

“It’s blasphemous!”

“Lee…”

“Breathless!”

11th Corps Commander Ririnel.

Normally calm and gentle, she goes crazy when she gets involved in just one thing, but unfortunately for Belitan, it was about Demon Arut.

Yes, she is a huge fan of Daemon Arut.

It was a fact that most people staying in the Demon King’s Castle knew, but there was no way that Belitan, who was often absent from the Demon King’s Castle due to hunting monsters, would know that fact.

That’s why he stared blankly at the kid who was pointing at him.

“Apologize! You’re ugly!”

“omg.”

“Li Lirinel…?”

He looks frail and cute, but even though he looks like this, he is a corps commander.

Belitan is a typical warrior who wields a large axe, and Ririnel is an excellent witch who is a demon with the highest amount of magic power among the corps commanders.

It is obvious that the day the two of them fight, this conference hall will be blown up.

Even if not, the Demon King or the Commander of the 0th Corps will come in soon and blow up the conference hall?

On that day, the devil’s castle will be overturned.

Perhaps there will be a large-scale replacement of corps commanders.

Therefore, while the other corps commanders were watching and fidgeting, a servant outside the door of the conference hall announced the appearance of the Demon King.

“The Demon King and Commander 0 Corps eat it.”

…with news from the corps commander.