290. Myers, who talks a lot and has a lot of trouble (9),
knows that Dahar has learned the art of dealing with something that he lacks. There must be a good reason why Dahar did not report to the Demon King.
“…I’m not defending Dahar’s sins. Of course he is a sinner…”
“I know.”
Deon looked at Myers, who quickly held out his hand, and then smiled faintly.
“You can rest assured that there will be no misunderstanding.”
“…yes.”
The shaking eyes trace Deon’s smile and then fall down. Just before he lowered his head, Deon noticed a strong suspicion in his gaze and let out a laugh.
“It seems like you had a lot of trust with your adjutant.”
“….”
Just like his adjutant did.
His suspicions were directed towards both the Demon King and Deon.
***
Deon, who returned to his seat after parting ways with Myers, stopped walking for a moment when he noticed eyes focused on me as if he had been waiting. Of course, everyone immediately looked away, pretending not to be like that, but how could the warrior’s eyes miss this?
‘…If gaze had any physical influence, I would have been crushed to death already.’
The gaze that follows every movement is truly persistent and heavy.
Still, I pretended not to care and took a glass of alcohol from a passing employee…
“Daeon! What are you holding now!”
…I was about to take it and move to the terrace.
Deon looked bitterly at Ben, who was blocking his path, then glanced down at the glass in his hand.
“…I’m all better.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you’re completely cured or not! Not even a day has passed, but the poisoned drink caused the incident just a little while ago. Do you want to drink again?”
“Well…”
It doesn’t matter, but… I didn’t want to argue, so I put down my glass.
As the minister, Ben hands me a non-alcoholic drink that has been tested for poison. Deon shook it once, shrugged his shoulders and went out to the terrace.
The open night sky filled my field of vision.
“….”
I leaned my upper body against the railing and sipped my glass, feeling unusually peaceful in the scenery that was so beautiful that I couldn’t believe it was a demon world.
That too for a while.
“I had no intention of killing Myers in the first place.”
A deep, subdued voice came out like a sigh. Deon lowered his gaze. I could see the blood covering the world swaying in accordance with the direction of the wind.
Myers was supposed to be alive, at least until the ‘final battle’.
“If the people involved with me keep dying, it will arouse suspicion.”
It doesn’t matter since the Demon King already knows, but it would be difficult for other Demons to notice.
So, if you want to arouse suspicion, it is better to pick a suitable day and sweep it away all at once. Why are they killing metallurgy one by one?
“But it’s already too late.”
“….”
“Dahar’s words and actions aroused suspicion.”
widely. I put down my glass and looked back.
Deon smiled brightly as he faced the person who had come here at some point and had been listening quietly.
“I guess that’s why you came here now. Isn’t that Dernivan?”
***
“You don’t have to go to Deon?”
Dan, who was shuffling cards, looked up at the question filled with pure doubt. I made eye contact with 9th Corps Commander Trover.
Besides that, I can feel the other corps commanders returning to their seats looking at me curiously. Dan looked down again, shuffled the cards and answered.
“it’s okay.”
“Still, you’re the one serving me?”
He calmly distributed the cards and nodded.
Like the question just now, this question has already been asked once. The 2nd Corps commander sitting right next to me did it a little while ago.
Of course the answer was the same.
“If you needed to, you would have called.”
More than anything, he is avoiding me.
He arbitrarily eliminated the leader of the revolutionary army, and when Deon Hardt found out about this, he said that I looked like a duke. As if that were true, they are still keeping their distance. I tried to treat him as usual, but the reflexive looking away and the stiff atmosphere in the air were proof of this.
So there is no need to approach them and make their mental stress worse.
“Rather, it is the price of the bet I won.”
Dan smiled softly and changed the topic.
Fortunately, the corps commanders seemed to be more interested in this area and seemed to be concentrating on it. It seemed like he had already forgotten the topic from before.
I paused for a bit, and when my curiosity reached its peak, I smiled and put my index finger in front of my mouth.
“I’ll tell you later when we’re alone.”
“…plaguy.”
As if he was sweating, Trover relaxed his slightly tense shoulders and leaned back. Grumbling words came out based on contradictory feelings of relief and anxiety.
It was even more so because even if I pretended to be cheerful and not care, I couldn’t help but be nervous about what my wish would be. In a bet with Dan and the right to wish, he agreed to the outcome before the start and used his magic to confirm that he would faithfully keep his promise if he lost.
Of course, if you don’t want to die, you can make your wish in an appropriate way. still.
[If I say I won’t keep my promise, the corps commanders can personally kill me or make me keep it, but they’re not corps commanders, right? For me, there is nothing I can do if the corps commanders change their words. So, wouldn’t it be best to make a magical promise to give me some peace of mind?] [
I have a lot of doubts.]
[I’m just a little scared. Even just now when I’m talking cards with the corps commanders, I’m so nervous that I can’t breathe.]
[Well… okay! I will especially do that!]
I shouldn’t have done that.
Honestly, I thought I would win. It was only after losing that I realized that his defeat was intended to please the ‘corps commanders’.
But then he smiles and says, ‘I was lucky.’
‘I will tell you my wish when we are alone…’
What kind of wish are you making?
I feel like I want to beat up the person I was in the past, whom I had willingly pledged my magic to.
Silua, the commander of the 7th Corps, looked at the card, seemingly aware of Trover’s anxious feelings, and then stretched out on the desk. I tossed and turned and fiddled with my card so that it could not be seen, regardless of whether or not the other items on it were in disarray.
“I was curious, but it’s a shame.”
“With so many corps commanders watching, I’m so nervous that I need to be able to say something. I don’t really want anything right now.”
indeed…?
Develania, who had been listening quietly, narrowed his eyes and looked at Dan, but Dan, who did not notice his gaze, looked at the 3rd and 4th corps commanders who were snarling at each other on one side as they cleaned up the messy desk.
“…Those two people don’t seem to get along well. They seem to fight every time I see them…” ”
Huh? Well, that’s right. They show their teeth reflexively when they encounter each other.”
“Is there some special reason…?”
“That’s…”
Silua puts on a serious expression. The others seemed to be curious about what would come out of her mouth, and not only Dan but also Trover and Develania focused their attention.
Then, an extremely light word came out.
“I don’t know either.”
“….”
“Still, I can assure you that it has been so long that the bad relationship between those two has been taken for granted.”
“…Is that so.”
Dan looked back at the 3rd and 4th corps commanders in silence. Devellania, who was watching him with her chin resting on her face, noticed something in his eyes and hummed.
Suddenly, Dan’s wrist was grabbed.
Dan, who stopped, looks up and sees Develania. There was a momentary silence and our gazes met in the air, and for a moment she rolled her eyes and let out a cheerful voice.
“Now that I think about it, I have something to give to Deon.”
“…?”
“Would you like to deliver it for me?”
“…Ah yes.”
“Okay then, follow me.”
I didn’t bring it here.
She stands up without hesitation and leaves the banquet hall with wide strides. Dan, who was dazed for a moment due to the somewhat sudden situation, quickly came to his senses, apologized to the other corps commanders, and followed them.
It might have been unpleasant since the host was away, but fortunately, I could hear the corps commanders playing behind the scenes as if they didn’t care, continuing to gamble… or rather, build small friendships.
“What is it, Silua! You cheated?!”
“What am I saying? Just do your best to catch a live person.”
“I’m sure I saw a heart on your card a little while ago! Where are you playing with your hands?!”
“Would you use someone else’s card if you looked into it carelessly?”
…I guess that was what you said earlier when you said you were fiddling with a card.
Dan pretended not to notice and hurried on.
Develania didn’t go very far.
She stops in a deserted hallway and looks back at Dan, as if she knows the route and time the employees move. A mysterious smile appeared on my face.
“I thought he had a lot of courage, but… he was playing with his hands in front of the corps commanders.”
“…!”
“That’s really bold.”
Dan froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.
“…did you know?”
“I only found out after a few more rounds. The other guys probably didn’t know. Trover was just being ignorant, so they were targeting him outright, right?”
“….”
“Can you just let me know what you’re aiming for?”
The embarrassment was short-lived.
A gentle smile appeared on Dan’s lips.
“It was just pride that I didn’t want to lose.”
“…Well, that’s right. Please pass this on to Deon. Also say it’s a gift.”
What she held out was a hair tie. A hair tie as blood-red as Deonhardt’s eyes.
Dan, who thought she was going to threaten her by using the pretext of being caught playing with her hands, but she went off easier than expected, was surprised once by what he thought was an important item but then by something that was nothing, looks at her with a puzzled face. Develania snorted proudly.
“Why should I bother putting pressure on you?”
“….”
“And….”
Even if I don’t step forward, it seems like I will die sooner or later.
The way you look at Ashild and Idelia seems like something is going to happen. If you look at those two in a relationship similar to that of OL and Trover who have a falling out, it’s a big deal.
But I have no need to tell you. She just closed her mouth and waved her hand.
“…Please give the gift properly.”
I guess I’ll just go see Myers, who’s probably heartbroken.
***
There was a tense silence.
Sharp red eyes stare intently at Derniban as if digging into them, and Dernivan silently accepts the gaze.
Then, just as Deon opened his mouth, Dernivan spoke one step ahead.
“…are you feeling okay?”
Deon’s brow flinched at the first word, which was completely different from what he expected.
“It got better right away.”
“I’m glad. And I apologize for coming to see you so arbitrarily. I had something to tell you, so I stopped being rude.”
Perhaps because he is a demon who once supported Oel, he is usually quiet on topics but speaks well when necessary.
Deon looked at him quietly and then picked up the glass he had put down. A quiet voice rang out in a much more relaxed atmosphere than before.
“It’s okay to apologize, just tell me.”
“I will follow you, Deon.”
…I like it because it’s direct. There is no need to waste your attention trying to estimate the enemy.
In fact, I was almost assuming that they were enemies. To hide my confused expression, I took a sip of the liquid in the glass. When something cold entered my body, my shaken emotions came to a head and my head, which had been struggling, started to turn again.
‘Words are good… but you can’t just believe them.’
Even if you say it sincerely, there’s probably a reason for it. I have no intention of accepting it until I know the reason.
After cutting out the back and forth, he said the same short words as if responding to the words thrown out of nowhere.
“why?”
