I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 340

340. The Last Hero and the Last Demon King (2)

“Me?”

“If it weren’t for them blowing the wind, there’s no way they would have disobeyed my orders and come here.”

No matter how unruly they are, they know how to distinguish between when they must follow orders and when they can disobey them. He said so much at the time, but he couldn’t have disobeyed the order without any reason.

Since I actually knew that I was under a curse and its details, it was obvious that I was the culprit who would have told this.

“I think I know the reason without having to ask, but…”

The Demon King grinned, as if responding to the words murmured with confidence.

“Well… now that I think about it, it’s true, isn’t it? “I lost my corps commanders, but it’s only fair that you also lose your equivalents.”

…You knew it from the beginning. Deon let out a short sigh.

Considering the arrival time of the mad dogs, we can see that the devil’s trick was carried out as soon as the corps commanders departed. That’s why I’m citing ‘the loss of corps commanders’ as the reason. That means he was certain of their death from the beginning.

‘But…’

No matter what, it’s still true.

Are you talking about ‘fairness’ rather than ‘revenge’?

“…This isn’t a game.”

“okay?”

The Demon King lightly shrugged his shoulders.

Deon, reading the slight denial contained in the insignificant question, furrowed his brows. At least for me, it seemed like it was a very interesting and fun game, which was quite unpleasant.

A grumpy voice suddenly came out.

“The calculation was wrong from the beginning. Corps commanders are not important to them.”

“It’s important.”

“…I made a bad choice of words. Don’t correct me. “It’s not ‘precious’.”

“That’s right.”

The Demon King had already spoken once before.

‘Demons’ are not of the same race. ‘Demon King’ refers to a single race and compares ‘demons’ to excrement. It was said that humans do not consider poop to be their compatriot just because it came out of their stomachs.

“But there won’t be much difference whether it’s precious or important.”

“No, it’s completely different. Precious things have value because they are precious, but important things are important because they have value. This is also the difference between causing damage to the owner or just causing damage. “You don’t break down mentally just because you lost your corps commander.”

This can also be interpreted to mean that Deonhardt will break down mentally if he loses the Lofty Knights.

The Demon King slightly tilted his head as he was surprised by the weakness that was revealed rather than hidden.

“Can I reveal it like this?”

“It’s the last time anyway, so what can I do now?”

“but. Anyway, if it’s as you said….”

The eyes with an inverted look folded slightly.

“Rather, isn’t that why the calculation is more correct? “The value of the Knights of Lofty itself is insignificant compared to the commander of the corps, so we can only match it by borrowing your value.”

“…the premise itself is wrong.”

I thought I would be well-versed in emotions because I have lived for a long time, but it seems that I have become more insensitive to emotions. Since even emotions are taken into account, it is inevitable that you will not understand.

Deon tapped the table with his fingertips as if he was nailing a nail.

“I definitely said that if they died, I would be ruined. So, I have to place my entire value on top of the value of the Lofty Knights.”

“Even if the Knights of Lofty were to die at that point, your actions would not change?”

Rattling. The Demon King put down the empty tea cup and brought the tea that was in front of Deon. He tilted the untouched object to his mouth as if to show off and smiled brightly into his red eyes.

Did I mention that the premise itself is wrong? In that case, I would like to point out that Deon Hardt did not consider the background itself.

“Whether the Lofty Knights were dead or alive, you would have ended up here. is not it?”

Rather than focusing only on the values of the Legion Commander and the Knights of Lofty, let’s broaden our perspective.

There’s no way you can quit the job you said you’re mentally broken in when the high point is just around the corner. If Deon has broken down mentally more than once, he will most likely break down after completing his goal, even if it is because he feels unfair about the time he has endured by overcoming many hardships. There were too many people who were sacrificed along the path he walked for him to sit down now.

So there is no need to put the entire value of Deon Hardt on it. The Demon King was confident that his calculations were correct.

Deon, who was staring at him, slowly kissed his lips.

“…This is just an assumption, so nothing is certain. “It’s a useless topic at this point, so I’ll leave it at that.”

I only mentioned the Lofty Knights issue because I felt it needed to be addressed at least once. Since I wasn’t trying to judge value or right or wrong, it would be ridiculous to get involved any further and waste time with useless arguments.

The Demon King seems to have stabbed this person with the thought that his anger would benefit him, but he has no intention of doing what he wants. In accordance with the intention of getting away from the current pointless subject, the flow of thought took a turn in another direction.

“I’m curious about something more than that.”

As we talked, there was something I had some doubts about.

The Demon King makes eye contact as if telling him to speak. The flowers behind him made their presence known, but Deon asked a question without even paying attention to the needlessly bright background.

“Still, the ‘important’ corps commanders are dying in vain and heading to their deathbeds, so what is the reason for just watching?”

“Hmm? “I don’t think you’re asking again what you already know…”

“I know that the demons are not of the same race and I have no special attachment to them. “What I’m curious about is not that, but the answer to the question of how I suddenly let go of everything I had been doing as the person in charge of the demons.”

“aha.”

It’s definitely worth wondering about.

The Demon King smoothly raised the corners of his mouth. Against the backdrop of a bright flower field, a gentle smile like moonlight appeared on my face.

“I’m a species that will become extinct if I die anyway.”

“….”

An answer that assumes one’s own death.

Deon rolled his eyes wordlessly. After moving my gaze without thinking, I landed on a yellow forsythia.

“…And why did you bother waiting here?”

The background doesn’t really fit.

Judging by his attitude, he must have known that I was looking for him, so why was he in this place?

Instead of answering right away, the Demon King stretched out one arm as if showing off.

“It’s not that cold even though it’s winter, right? “It’s not that hot for a greenhouse.”

“….”

“The temperature here is set to be around mid-March. According to the date in the human world… it would be around March 15th. But aren’t the flowers quite diverse and pretty?”

What do you want to say? When a mixture of doubt and a wary look of boredom appeared in his red eyes, the Demon King rolled his eyes and smiled.

“If I were to die in a place like this, wouldn’t it feel like I was dying in the human world?”

“…her?”

“I’m worried that even though you are a human, you can’t die in the human world.”

…This is also an answer that assumes the death of ‘Deonhardt’.

No matter how tattered the person is, at the end of this fight, one person will definitely survive, so why are they so sure about both the death of the ‘Demon King’ and the death of ‘Deonhardt’? Deon frowned when he saw the Demon Lord just smiling as if he had no intention of answering, as he tilted his head to the side out of question rather than displeasure.

“well. “I don’t like enclosed spaces.”

No matter how pretty the flower is, it appears to be soaked in blood, so what positive sentiment can you get from it? Even now, I can only see everything there.

“…Ah, I guess so.”

“….”

“The curse has built up a lot.”

The Demon King slid his gaze down from Deon’s face. My eyes landed on the exact spot around my neck where the blood had pooled.

Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel it as the owner and source of magic. Soon Deonhardt will be consumed by the curse.

“We need to settle this quickly before it takes your breath away.”

Now is the time to fight.

I moved my body reluctantly and got up from my seat.

“For the sake of the hero who brought a lot of weapons, I think it would be better for me to deal with him with a weapon that matches him…”

What would be better?

I picked up the small pouch that was lying next to the chair and rummaged through it.

“After all, it would be better to have a hot ending, right?”

A ferocious-looking greatsword was held in his hand.

Deon looked at him quietly. I wasn’t surprised that a large sword came out of a small pocket. I’ve already used the enchanted pouch to good use many times since I first came to the Demon King’s Castle, so it doesn’t make sense to be surprised again now.

It’s just that there seems to be a strange hesitation in the Demon King’s slow movements.

“…I’m curious why you wasted your time with meaningless conversation.”

I opened my mouth.

“Of course…”

“I guess it’s not just because it’s the last time?”

“….”

“Looking at you, you seem to be hesitating even now.”

─Why.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a clear sneer.

“Do you think you’re scared now?”

“….”

The Demon King did not answer.

The expression on the face that always had a smile on it disappeared. The fully revealed eye, filled with an unreadable light, turned towards Deon Hart and then went down to take the greatsword in his hand.

After a short silence, a slow voice filled the space.

“…First of all, it’s because I’m impressed by your growth, but… I can’t say that what you said is completely wrong. “Yeah, I’m a little scared.”

“…what?”

Deon’s expression distorted as if he couldn’t understand.

Although I said it first, it was meant to be sarcastic, and the purpose was to find out the reason for the hesitation.

But are you really scared? why?

“…are you afraid of dying?”

Are you afraid that the ‘Devil King’ will die?

“Yeah, I’m afraid I’m going to die.”

I’m afraid you’ll kill Deonhardt.

I’m afraid that if I win and kill a warrior named Deon Hart, I’ll have to live for a long, uncertain time again.

It is not a lie to say that I risked everything. The Demon King hoped more earnestly than anyone else that his story would end here. For convenience, it was expressed as earnest, but it was a desire so desperate, deep, and so heavy that it cannot be fully contained with just the word ‘earnest.’

So, if we win this battle….

“….”

“…What.”

Deon saw a dangerous expression on the Demon King’s face for a moment. It clearly had a self-destructive glow.

However, when the Demon King raised his head again, he had a smile as neat as a lie on his face, to the point where I thought his previous expression might have been an illusion.

“Anyway, Deon, you did a great job.”

“….”

“It was a lot of trouble to get here.”

He lifted the inelegant greatsword as if he were handling a twig and aimed it at Deon. An extremely calm and kind voice followed.

It was a voice filled with light laughter, as if it could be carried away by the breeze at any moment.

“You’ve done well so far, so the finish will be perfect for you.”

“….”

“Let’s fight with pure force without magic.”

There was no answer. Instead, Deon quietly took out the spear he was wearing on his back and aimed it at them.

For a moment, let the air settle and the tense tension flow against the backdrop of silence.

“Previously.”

The Demon King rolled his eyes, looked around, and moved his sword to the left.

“Isn’t this place too unsuitable for fighting?”

The tip of the sword moves to the right as if drawing a straight line in the air.

A very basic horizontal cut, a movement that is simple and not fast enough for an average person to follow with their eyes. The moment the red eyes that had been following the movement of the sword, wondering what the intention was, returned to the Demon King.

─Click!!

The glass covering the greenhouse shattered all at once.

Under the three moons that have begun to overlap, evenly broken glass pieces, none of which are large pieces, pour down, reflecting the white moonlight.

Red and black gazes passed between the sparkling glass rain. Neither the hero nor the demon lord would get hurt by such small shards of glass, so no one avoided the place.

“…Now it looks like the surrounding area has been sorted out.”

As if they had made a promise, the two took steps at the same time.

Deon opened his mouth, calculating in his head how long the Demon King would have lived. The Demon King muttered to himself as he reflected on the time he had lived.

“To you—”

To me.

“I will tell you about death.”

Teach me about death.