I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 1

1. The Demon King’s most powerful card (1)

Tak. A pale white hand vigorously touched the desk.

What was underneath was none other than white paper.

After a short pause, the hand that stopped for a moment slowly withdraws, leaving only the paper behind.

The man who was watching the hand move away lowered his gaze and focused his eyes on the paper on the desk. My eyes turned to the paper without much notice, and when I saw the words ‘Resignation’ written on it, I stopped and immediately grew to the size of a small drop.

The white-haired, red-eyed man, who had been watching the entire process without a moment’s hesitation until he suddenly raised his head, looked straight into the station, where his confusion was clearly visible, and spoke with a voice as firm as his face.

“I will quit my job.”

***

If there are ‘heroes’ in the empire, there are ‘corps commanders’ in the Demon King’s army.

If the empire puts forward capable generals, the Demon King will also put forward ‘corps commanders’.

To that extent, the corps commander is the devil’s sword and shield, and a symbol of power.

Officially, there are twelve corps commanders of the Demon King, from the 1st corps commander to the 12th corps commander, but in fact, there is one more corps that is worthless to call an openly hidden secret.

The 0th Legion is a strict secret, although not only everyone in the Demon Castle knows it, even the enemy Imperial Army knows about it.

In fact, the person who killed the ‘last hero’ is the commander of the army, and is in fact the most powerful member of the Demon King.

The kind of card that gives you peace of mind just by having it suddenly quits.

“no! “What the heck!”

I can’t miss out on a talented person like you like this! With that will, Demon Lord Caber grabbed his subordinate’s trouser legs and hung down.

He usually doesn’t talk much and doesn’t move much, so when he came here in person, I wondered what was going on. I was even happy to see it.

But this is what they say at best.

Probably not sincere. As always, I guess I’ll just give it a try. It must be so.

I raised my head, still holding on to my pant legs. Red eyes met our gazes and silence fell.

He would probably have guessed what he was trying to say through his eyes.

‘If I’m going this far, you really won’t say I’m quitting, right?’

His eyes, which had been hard all along, trembled slightly as if his intention had worked. At first glance, it was not noticeable, but the Demon King, who was concentrating on him, was able to grab it with alacrity.

It shakes. Then we shouldn’t stop here.

I let go of the leg I had been holding on to and jumped up. Instead, the area I caught this time was both shoulders.

“Why on earth? What don’t you like? How are your subordinates treating you? Are you discriminating against me just because I’m human? What kind of bastard are you?! “I will die young right away…!”

Contrary to their somewhat intense voices, they were convinced that they couldn’t do that.

Inaction is so strong that even though we are human, we have no choice but to admit it.

No, what is ‘recognition’ all about? To the demons, his inaction is so overwhelming that they cannot even show their will to win. Let alone his great victory, everyone is in awe and respect of him, so how big of a bastard would dare to touch him?

Nevertheless, there was a reason for doing this.

Deon Hardt. In the Demon King’s Castle, he is called ‘Demon Arut’ and is in fact a ‘human’ with a status second only to the Demon King.

Since he was the only human in the Demon Castle, I don’t know what other humans were like, but unlike other demons, he was extremely reluctant to see someone’s blood.

So, if it comes out like this, you have no choice but to react somehow.

─Sure enough.

Just as I was about to leave the office, my wrist was grabbed.

When I turn around, red eyes reminiscent of blood are staring straight at me. The Demon King struggled to raise the corners of his mouth.

‘…I guess I finally feel like talking.’

If you try to shake it off, you can do whatever you want.

However, the other person was one of his favorite subordinates, and he had just submitted his resignation, and he had intended this from the beginning, so instead of shaking it off, he sighed and sat down in his seat.

“I ask again. “What is the reason?”

“…Are you going to kill me?”

I was just curious about the truth, but what came back was a question, not an answer.

Are you going to kill me? What kind of scary words.

I was startled and raised my head, and our eyes met. Creepy-looking red eyes were looking at him without even the slightest blink. I laughed out loud.

‘I didn’t mean to do that, but if I push it any further, I’m going to have my head ripped off.’

Although he was a demon lord with no one to oppose except the warrior, the man in front of him was a threat even to him.

If he decides to aim for the neck, this side will also have to take its own share of damage. It will probably be quite annoying.

A soft voice came out with the intention of calming the other person down.

“There is no way I would kill you. So what’s the reason? “I’m just curious.”

“…that.”

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth. And then burst out loud.

‘…whoop?’

“blood! “Blood!!”

“ah.”

Blood poured out. Very casually onto a desk full of documents.

I reflexively stretched out my hand and received the blood. My head was spinning to the point where I couldn’t even think about doing anything else.

Is it poison? No, I was using poison detection magic from the moment I saw the blood, but there was no reaction. Then there is only one thing left.

aftereffect.

Officially, Deonhardt has killed the champion.

He is truly a ‘warrior’. Of course, he had to take a lot of damage, and because of that, his body, which was not in good condition to begin with, was completely destroyed. There were times, like now, that I often vomited blood.

‘Actually, that’s not the case, but anyway, the aftereffects are right and the result is the same.’

It seems like hemoptysis has occurred a few times before, but it is clearly visible that the frequency has clearly increased.

Wow. The thought that we might lose valuable talent made me grind my teeth.

At that time, perhaps realizing the situation too late, Deon covered his mouth and took a couple of steps back from the desk. A voice that seemed to be holding back blood came out with difficulty.

“sorry. The documents…”

“That’s not the problem now! Your doctor! 0Bring the corps commander’s doctor!! “The patient in charge is sick right now. Where are you and what are you doing?”

A roar resounded throughout the Demon King Castle, creating a commotion.

***

Ben, the attending physician, comes running in from afar, panting.

My impressions of making a dirty red stain on the carpet of the Demon King’s room were very simple.

‘It’s fucking ruined.’

I was just going to submit my resignation and quit my job. That’s when the blood came out, staining the documents, staining the carpet, and causing trouble to the doctor in charge… Isn’t this a perfect situation for anyone to see?

As long as you get hit, you’ll be lucky.

The opponent is a demon. If they were humans, they would simply get angry and move on, but these are the people who will swing their swords and say, ‘Apologise with your life!’

Because of this, I went white, stiffened, and desperately responded to Ben’s examination.

“Daemon, can you hear me? How many of these do you see?”

“There are three.”

Instead of struggling to live with a steady answer, I thought back to the situation from a little while ago.

My name is Deon Hardt. There is a slight misunderstanding, and in the Demon King’s Castle, he is known as ‘Demon Arut’.

No, no. It’s not ‘a little’. The reason I submitted my resignation letter is precisely because of this ‘misunderstanding.’

The misunderstanding is that everyone in the Demon Castle, including the Demon King, is under the illusion that I am extremely strong.

Ha funny sound. The cook in this castle is probably stronger than me. At least the chef is a ‘demon’, isn’t he?

Anyway, that’s not what’s important.

The continued excessive evaluation gave me a sense of fear and seemed to warn me that I should take action before it was too late.

Isn’t generous evaluation good? It’s also good if it’s reasonable.

Excessive overvaluation makes one fearful of repercussions. Especially where I am, the Demon King Castle. Imagine that even the devil is overestimating me and treating me accordingly, and the truth is revealed.

Maybe that day will be the day I die. Even if I die, I will not die gracefully.

‘I want to run away.’

However, if you run away without saying a word, the Demon King will definitely come after you with his army, saying, ‘I can’t let a talented person like you go!!’ If you’re not careful, getting caught isn’t enough and you could be imprisoned or, in the worst case scenario, even die.

Even among humans, ‘If you don’t have it, I’ll destroy it!’ There’s a guy who does that, but there’s no way he’s a demon.

I’ve never heard of enemies being similar to each other. After all, he resembles the emperor of an empire when it comes to caring for talented people.

Even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me, and even if I did, he might blow my head off, saying, ‘You’ve been fooling me this whole time?!’…

So, I tried to confront him directly and tie the knot. If the situation were to come up, I had the intention of looking into the atmosphere, leaving a letter of resignation and saying I would quit, and disappearing like the wind.

I didn’t know that the devil would grab the leg of his pants and hang out.

“no! “What the heck!”

I expected it to stop to some extent.

‘But this wasn’t in my plan!’

Speaking of trouser legs, does this guy called the Demon King have no pride?!

Even though I was screaming inside, I couldn’t even move.

Because I was scared.

‘There’s a devil on my leg! ‘Fuck you devil!!’

The opponent is the devil. He is the strongest demon king of all time, having defended the demon castle without major damage despite clashing with warriors every time. If he even lifts a finger, my life disappears.

So what would happen if you make a wrong move and end up kicking him?

It was something that could be expected without even having to test it.

Therefore, I stood motionless like a statue until he took his hand away first.

I was so nervous that I bet that if the Demon King had taken his hand off just a little later, he would have suffered cramps.

Anyway, there must have been some kind of change of heart, and when our eyes met, the demon king withdrew his hand and stood up. It’s good that I left my pants on, but what I grabbed this time was my shoulder!

He put his hands on both shoulders, perhaps as an appeal to somehow catch me, and started talking one after another while making eye contact.

By the way, Demon King.

“Why on earth? “What don’t you like?”

The reason I submitted my resignation letter in the first place was,

“How are my subordinates treating me?” “Are you discriminating against me just because I’m human?”

It’s because they did it so well that it was a burden.

You may be thinking that this is ‘treatment commensurate with one’s skills,’ but I don’t think so. I really don’t have any abilities!

Rather, he is just a weak human whose physical abilities are lower than that of an ordinary person.

‘I should have suspected it when I first tried to recruit him.’

I should have doubted what use a person like me had.

There was nothing I could do because it felt like they would kill me on the spot if I refused…

…Huh? That’s right. Now that I think about it, there was no choice from the beginning.

‘…life.’

I swallowed the sigh that had reached my throat. We have to escape from here now.

The final boss, the Demon King, has been treating me better than I thought, so it’s not entirely impossible…

“Which bastard are you?! I will die young right now…”

No! no no!!

I was startled and caught him as he walked toward the office door.

Is there anyone who can catch it? Who would be criticized if they killed their subordinates prematurely? Of course, I, the cause, will be the target!

See, even if you treat them well, they don’t treat you too well. Oh damn, why do I feel like crying?

Fortunately, the Demon King sat down with a sigh, probably because it was true.

“I ask again. “What is the reason?”

For some reason, the way his voice calmed down seemed like he was alive.

It might be an illusion, but I thought it would be better to be careful, so instead of answering, I asked while looking at his eyes.

“…Are you going to kill me?”

Oh, this isn’t it. I was so nervous that my words came out bluntly.

As expected, the devil’s symbol, the station, takes on a unique appearance and faces this way.

What do those eyes mean?

‘How did know?’ Is the look in his eyes like, ‘Do you want me to kill you and save you?’ Is it a look of concern?

Maybe it means, ‘This is why quick-witted subordinates are annoying.’

Should I apologize now…? Or, if I apologize before that, will they let me live?

No matter how much I think about it, I can only think of a bleak future.

I couldn’t avoid his intense gaze and just fidgeted and moved my lips, but the demon king, who was looking at my face thoroughly as if trying to find out my inner thoughts, soon shook his head.

“There is no way I would kill you. So what’s the reason? “Let’s hear it first.”

I hesitated for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

Since we were going to negotiate anyway, this is a necessary procedure. You cannot and should not run away.

That’s why I just opened my mouth.

“…that.”

Whoops.

The familiar fishy scent of blood spread from my mouth to the tip of my nose.

“blood!! “Blood!”

“ah.”