289. He talks a lot and gets into trouble (8)
‘You have to shut that mouth.’
Deon thought.
There is power in your voice. The perpetrator’s desperate cries made the onlookers suspicious of the victim, pretending not to be. Dahar must have intended this from the beginning.
Even though it may seem like a cry without any basis or logic, it is true that the corps commanders who were involved with Deon eventually died. There was doubt in the eyes of the demons who were watching. In particular, the suspicions of the corps commanders who were present when the former vampire leader broke in and made fun of his tongue were even more intense.
[I hope you can cooperate for a while to prevent the extinction of the demons.]
[Because all of this happened because of ‘one human’.]
Did you try to kill Deon Hart by mentioning the ‘extinction of the demons’?
It may have been a coincidence once, but since something happened that reminded me of what I said at the time, it is difficult to call it a coincidence. Is this situation, calling for suspicion of Deon Hardt, just a coincidence?
‘…’
They exchanged glances with each other and glanced at Deon Hart. At a moment when the atmosphere seemed to be getting out of hand, the Demon King roughly grabbed Dahar’s neck.
“Oops!”
“You have to go to great lengths to frame them before they even listen.”
A calm voice crossed the space as if discussing daily life.
“Why do you do something like this just based on suspicion and appeal to emotions?”
The smooth voice, which was out of place, contained blatant irritation and anger that could be easily seen by anyone who heard it.
It’s like treating someone who talks bullshit. Perhaps it was because of this that the strange atmosphere that had been tense suddenly relaxed, as if the group had awakened from hypnosis.
Deon, who was watching the situation, tilted his head crookedly.
‘…Should I call him the Demon King?’
His wit and ability to control the atmosphere are top-notch.
He silenced Dahar’s fluttering mouth and at the same time eased the sharp atmosphere created by aiming at ‘Deon Hardt’.
Although the Demon King, who knows more than anyone else and is closer to the truth, is the culprit behind everything, Deon was not surprised. I’m used to having the devil surround me now, and more than anything, it was a situation.
‘It was a situation where I had no choice but to step forward.’
That’s probably why he’s so blatantly displeased right now.
As expected, I could hear the Demon King clearly pointing out the cause of his discomfort.
“And even if it was a suspicion that was close to certainty, you should have reported it to me first instead of acting like this.”
Dahar’s actions were an act of ignoring the Demon King. It’s similar, but if interpreted a little differently, it would mean that you don’t trust the devil.
Dahar paused as if that remark had touched something and looked at the Demon King. An indescribable look, filled with a mixture of negative emotions, such as resentment or anger, met the cool eyes of the station.
He opened his mouth.
“…─.”
“huh?”
“—Bff.”
But all that comes out is the sound of the wind.
The Demon King, who had been quietly watching with his mouth open and his voice unable to come out, widened his eyes and smiled.
“If you’re going to say something, you have to say it straight.”
Even though he is the one who pretends not to be and is blocking his speech by tightening his hand around his throat, he urges him to speak in an eerily kind voice.
Instead of formed words, the sound of wind escaping with difficulty came out, and even though the 12th Corps commander was looking in this direction with restlessness, he did not relax his hands.
Because I sensed that not very advantageous words would come out of Dahar’s mouth.
“Really…”
“….”
“It’s unpleasant.”
The Demon King knew what this situation meant.
There is no way Dahar, who is good at managing things, could not have thought of the option of ‘reporting to the devil.’ Nevertheless, acting so arbitrarily means that the Demon King is also an object of suspicion.
Seeing that he keeps protecting the suspicious Deon Hart, he has his own reasons for suspecting that the Demon King may be in on the same thing with him.
‘And with this guy’s actions now, other quick-witted corps commanders will also start to be suspicious.’
Although the statement was blocked, Dahar’s behavior itself was already a sufficient clue.
Sure enough, I glanced around and saw cracks in the expressions of Idelia and Develania. Through that gap, I caught a glimpse of a feeling of wonder and a hope that it wouldn’t happen, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
‘I didn’t expect this situation.’
There is a difference between a demon’s suspicion of a human hero and its suspicion of a demon lord.
If I were to compare it from the demons’ point of view, wouldn’t it be like doubting God? From the Demon King’s perspective, it feels like witnessing the insects that were eating the falling cookie crumbs becoming curious about the source of the cookies.
‘The time has come to accept shallow mercy and favor.’
Is this snack really safe to eat, and what is the other person’s intention in giving it to them?
It’s still only a small doubt, but if you look at it more broadly, it means that the thing you praised as God is really God, and even if it is God, you’re starting to doubt whether it’s on our side, so the Demon King made a subtle expression.
‘They say all progress comes from questions and doubts…but it’s too late.’
plaguy.
Of course, the demons had been stuck in place for too long. Since this repeatedly accelerated the Demon King’s boredom and ultimately led to extreme results, something that would cause doubt and overthrow would have to happen at least once… but that’s only
when the timing is right.
‘If it had been when Deon wasn’t around, I would have accepted it with interest.’
If it weren’t for Deon, this wouldn’t have happened at all.
It’s a shame.
‘If we do well, there will be a three-way match.’
The Demon King had an interesting yet regretful look in his eyes as he pictured the chaotic battle that would take place in the Demon World in the near future, but for a moment, the Demon King turned his head to organize the situation.
In order to finish quickly, I make eye contact with those gathered around me and then look at Deon. In keeping with the eyes that seemed to be forcing an answer, words came out that took the form of a question, but were not questions.
“Anyway, I’m pretty sure Myers didn’t know. Right?”
“…yes.”
The surrounding demons nodded and Deon also slowly affirmed. It was a question with no choice.
There were too many people who saw Dahar’s remarks a little while ago being cautious and flustered as if he really didn’t know anything to even drag Myers into it. Plus, I’m a bit… tired now.
‘Only if Dahar is handled properly.’
Since there was no need to overdo it here, I was just going to quietly watch to see how the Demon Lord would come out, but he turned around, still holding Dahar’s neck.
“The victim should decide what to do about this guy.”
“….”
“What should we do?”
The eyes of the station were slightly bent.
“Shall I kill you?”
Deon paused in a situation that reminded him of a time in the past quite a long time ago.
But that only lasted for a moment. He looked back at Myers, who was looking at me earnestly with trembling eyes. He looked at Dahar again and gave a completely different answer than before.
“yes.”
“….”
“I think it would be better to kill him.”
It was an eerily calm voice.
As if it was a slightly unexpected answer, the Demon King paused and quietly looked at Deon. He immediately smiled as he faced his unwavering red eyes.
“okay.”
Crump-.
An immediate response followed. The demons flinch and shake their shoulders at what happened so quickly. Deon, who had opened his eyes with them for a moment as if he had not expected to act like this, soon closed them.
Against the background of a world covered in black, blood was clearly visible.
….
The situation was roughly resolved and the banquet resumed in a slightly stiff atmosphere.
As if he was worried that something would happen again, the demon king sat at the head of the table without leaving his seat. Deon rested his chin and saw that his sleeves were clearly empty, so he glanced around at the corps commanders around him.
No one seems to react.
Even considering that the atmosphere is somewhat stiff as the aftermath of the previous incident has not yet subsided, it can be seen that the gaze and attitude toward the Demon King have not deviated significantly from usual.
‘Does that mean… that the tool that hides magical power has been changed or that it wasn’t a cufflink in the first place?’
Anyway… By the way…
‘I wish you would stop looking at me.’
If this continues, it will break through.
Deon used his fully recovered body as an excuse to remain in the banquet hall and continue his thoughts for a while, unable to ignore the intense gazes on me, and turned his head.
Ed, who was hovering nearby without being able to get close, Lirinel, who was openly approaching, and Dan, who was looking at us from afar while holding a card, came into view. Oh, Ben is watching right next to you as if watching.
“I heard it’s really okay.”
“…Is that so?”
“really.”
“There was no reaction to the magic stone, and it looks like you’re really fine, but…”
Ben gave a look of disbelief, but Deon pretended not to notice and motioned to those who showed signs of approaching that he was fine and that they should not come. Ed freezes in place, and Lyrinel, who was approaching him, stops and turns around, drooping. Dan… I don’t know. Because I didn’t see it at all.
‘Since we are keeping a reasonable distance from each other, they won’t come even if we don’t signal.’
Dan is good at taking care of himself.
Without even looking at Dan, I glanced at Ed’s eyes full of anxiety and self-reproach, then turned my eyes away and walked away, pretending not to see him. The destination is Corps Commander Myers, who lost his adjutant right before his eyes.
I called out the name of the demon who was in a daze, as if he was in great shock or had no sense of reality.
“Myers.”
He reflexively looks back. Soon, his eyes widened as he recognized that the other person was Deon.
Deon looked at him quietly, as if gauging the emotions in his eyes, and then suddenly asked.
“Do you resent it?”
It was a short statement, but there was no way I didn’t know its meaning.
“…no.”
Myers immediately shook his head.
“Dahar is the one who committed the crime. Deon suffered harm because of it, so how dare I…” “…
Reason and emotions are different. It’s okay to be honest.”
“I really… I don’t blame you. I don’t deserve it.”
What qualifications do you need to feel emotions?
But Deon didn’t bother to pinch or delve further. just.
“…It’s a little surprising.”
I was deeply impressed. It seems that true nature is revealed only in extreme situations.
The reactions of those who have lost a place to lean on are usually divided into two. Either it collapses completely or becomes strong enough to stand on its own.
Myers seems to be the latter. The corps commander’s voice came out even more calmly, perhaps because he was the corps commander or because there was no adjutant.
“Of course.”
“….”
The emotions revealed in his eyes are too clear to hear those words literally.
Once again, something I said before comes to mind. Did you say that madness is born on the basis of extreme sadness? Of course, this isn’t ‘madness’, but…
‘…was this what my eyes felt like back then?’
Deon had never known that eyes filled with sadness could be so sinister.
No one was walking except the two of them, so silence came to the isolated space in the corner of the particularly quiet banquet hall.
It is not the uncomfortable or suffocating kind of silence. Therefore, the silence that continued without breaking was broken when Myers glanced at Deon and opened his mouth.
“I don’t know why Dahar did that.”
“….”
“But… I think there must have been a big misunderstanding.”
Because the other person was dead, the words I could say came out late.
‘…I would never say it was purely the lieutenant’s sin.’
Deon tilted his head crookedly.
I understand that you have great trust in your adjutant, but it is not something you can say in front of me. If you interpret it again, it means that there must have been a reason, but did you say this knowingly or without thinking?
“misunderstanding?”
“…yes.”
If it wasn’t a misunderstanding, it was probably the truth. Myers’ eyes sank deeply.
