I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 292

292. Because he did not ask about my happiness (2)

Develania said that Dahar was smarter than he thought. Thanks to this, I was able to point out the part I had missed. He praised him for having a capable lieutenant.

He then discussed his suspicions about the Demon King.

[Honestly, which demon would dare to doubt the demon king? That guy is unique. I think the Demon King was probably embarrassed at that time too. Isn’t that why he expressed his anger?]

The praise for the adjutant did not fall on deaf ears. Dahar has already left, so what does praising him have to do with it now?

Rather, Myers paid attention to a statement that confirmed my suspicions about the Demon King that I had made through my deputy.

‘If Dahar’s cries and actions are true, then what Develania said…’

Even if he didn’t do anything, the corps commander, whose loyalty to the Demon King was second to none, darkened his eyes.

***

Deon Hardt rarely sleeps.

This is a fact known to everyone. And of course, the members of the Lofty Order who are among those ‘people who should know’…

“Get out.”

“No, Captain! Is that all you say as soon as you see your face?!”

“It’s been a while since I saw you!”

“That’s too much!”

Deon’s room was taken over.

Mad dogs lie down on the floor, saying they are hurt by the harsh words. I opened the door with the intention of taking a break, but Deon’s face immediately distorted upon seeing the chaotic situation.

“Why did you come?”

“I heard you took colon poison?”

“I should have kicked that bastard myself!”

Oh, has the news reached there already?

The wild dogs did not miss the moment when Deon, who seemed as if he would chase them away at any moment, paused. Concerned hands poured towards him as if they had been waiting.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“First of all, your complexion doesn’t seem to be bad….”

I fiddled with it.

Why are you fumbling like this when you don’t have the slightest medical knowledge about internal injuries? There’s no way an answer will come out if you open your mouth.

Deon, who had been calm for now because he knew it was an awkward worry, frowned when a hand stretched out his cheek and pulled out his dagger.

“do you want to die?”

“Aaaah! Captain, calm down!”

“You shouldn’t get into the habit of always holding the dagger like that!”

“The name of this dagger is Zheng Shui, you bastards.”

“The name of that damn dagger!”

A hawk is the answer to a mad dog.

There was a commotion for a moment.

“Captain, isn’t this really too much? You’re kicking me out like this!”

“Shut up and get out quickly.”

“Make sure you sleep well….”

Boom! The door was closed. The loud voices stopped and silence came.

‘…It’s finally quieter.’

I can’t honestly say that I’m worried.

Despite his playful words, Deon’s eyes were full of worry, and he pursed his lips before sighing.

“…So why did you come to see me?”

I turned around.

A small figure floating outside the window comes into view. Deon raised the corners of his mouth, which were difficult to raise due to fatigue.

“Lirinel.”

Considering that they came through an unofficial route called the window, it seems that it was not simply because they were worried about the incident at the banquet hall.

Lirinel smiled brightly, as if she was happy that her name was called, whether she was aware of the judging gaze or not. A bright greeting came out.

“Hello, Deon! May I come in?”

“…come in.”

As if she had been waiting, she jumps inside. Deon’s eyes narrowed as he closed the window that was always open, perhaps out of concern for soundproofing.

If it had been a normal Lyrinel, she would have noticed something in Deon’s uncomfortable expression… Unfortunately, she was so distracted by the news I brought her that she didn’t pay attention to Deon raising his hand to cover his nose and mouth.

She turned around and smiled brightly, as if she wanted to quickly tell me the good news.

“As you said, we caught the human from Rweche!”

…I finally did it.

That’s why I came through the window. Because this was a ‘secret’ mission.

Since it came so quickly, it must have moved as soon as it heard the command. Between the Demon King and Deon Hart, he chose Deon Hart without hesitation.

I’m really glad I’m covering my lower abdomen with my hand. Thanks to that, I was able to avoid being noticed for the momentary expression on my face.

I’ve recovered my broken expression, but I can’t breathe. Deon, conscious of Lirinel’s puzzled gaze, took a breath, lowered his hands, and smiled.

“…It’s fast.”

“Yes! It seemed like he was a general. I heard he was a white general?”

It’s an awkward name. Rweche’s troop system is definitely different from the Empire.

Still, I’ve seen it in books. A white man… was in charge of handling a hundred soldiers. The position names were explicit, so there was nothing to understand or memorize.

He’s a general who handles a hundred soldiers….

‘How on earth did you catch him?’

It’s not like the war is in full swing, so those guys probably don’t go out much.

An absurd gaze turned to Lirinel. Lirinel straightened her shoulders, seemingly unable to understand the meaning of the gaze.

…Okay, I can definitely feel confident about this.

“great job.”

Although it is breathtaking, it cannot be denied that it is a useful card that surpasses Dernivan.

I would have felt at ease if there had been something he wanted from me like Dernivan. I looked at her with an indescribable expression of joy at just a greeting, then looked down and covered my nose and mouth again.

“…And there’s something more I’d like to ask you.”

“Just say the word!”

“Use that guy to find out the size of the heroes on the Rweche side.”

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk.

The other hand, not covering the lower part, taps the thigh. Deon, who remembered the magic tool created out of personal desire, raised his head and looked at the developer.

“Last time I went on a mission to the human world, you had the one-way screen transmission box you brought with you under the pretext of seeing me off, right?”

A useful magic tool that I made to satisfy my own personal desires as well as to fulfill the request of the 7th Legion Commander who was whining about not being able to see Deon Hardt’s face.

It was a useful tool that contained two magics that allowed only the opponent’s face to appear towards me, while also having the ability to record video. I clearly remember that it was the greatest waste of talent ever since they only used it to save it by looking at my face.

Lirinel shrugged her shoulders as if she hadn’t forgotten.

“Yes…yes! Why is that…?”

“If you use that, you will be able to find out more about the details of the situation inside Rweche. You can’t just trust what the white leader says, right?”

Regardless of whether they torture or do anything else, they are ultimately enemies and unless it is difficult to confirm the facts, there is a high possibility that they will lie. In that case, it would be better to attach a magic tool to his body, send him in, and check it out in person.

Lirinel exclaims as if she has roughly figured out the plan. It’s nice that I don’t have to explain every detail. Deon grinned.

“You will take care of blocking the possibility of him calling for help from inside, removing the magic tool from his body, and escaping, right?”

“Of course! Right now…!”

“for a moment.”

Stop moving.

What’s so urgent? I’m not even done talking yet… I think I’ve been in this situation before.

Lirinel also avoids gaze and rolls her eyes as if she is being stabbed. Deon pressed his eyebrows and spoke quickly before the impatient demon tried to disappear again.

“If you can afford it, try finding out who Jin is in the castle.”

Last time, when there was a battle in the castle of the State of Shan, there were a small number of troops wandering around the castle, but the camp did not break until the end. It seems that it is hidden in a fairly strong place, and the main axis of the camp, which is obviously one of the kingdom’s most secrets, is known to the Baekunjang. It would be close to impossible to pay.

There’s no harm in trying it when you can afford it.

“…If you find one, destroy it or disturb it.”

“Do we have to do it in secret this time too?”

“okay.”

“I understand! …but.”

Lirinel, who seemed to be about to run away at any moment, stops and looks back at Deon. Concerned eyes scanned Deon, and then a cautious voice filled the room.

“Is your body okay?”

“…okay.”

Everyone keeps asking about my physical condition, but I wonder if it makes sense to be worried about the warrior in the first place. Most things heal on the spot.

In response to the hesitant response, Lirinel quickly walked away, saying she was sorry. But before she could step through the window, Deon’s voice caught her.

“Now that I think about it, for a while.”

“…yes?”

“Before you go, I just want you to check what kind of magical treatment has been done here.”

Although it seems unlikely.

He took out the hair tie that Develania had given him from his pocket and held it out. Lirinel, who accepted it, looked at Deon’s hair and string in turn, and then examined it with shining eyes.

The answer came quickly.

“There’s nothing! I think you can use it.”

“okay?”

Then it seems that this is just Develania’s last gift, a greeting of the end, and a provocation.

“Shall I tie you up?”

“It’s okay. Go out.”

“Yes…”

A limp Lyrinel climbed over the window.

***

It seems that Deon Hart has lost his affection for me. Dan, who was ignored by Deon Hardt again today, thought.

‘Then… wouldn’t it be okay to make a bold move?’

Even without that, I could tell from the atmosphere I felt from Deon that it wasn’t long before he reached his goal. ‘Dan’ will no longer be needed in future plans.

Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to think about it.

‘I’ve already achieved my goal.’

Dan saw how Deonhardt had become a disaster and wreaked havoc on the human world. So, we should be of help to him so that the calculations can be made clearer.

I remembered the two corps commanders growling even in the banquet hall.

‘…Even so, if the relationship between the 3rd and 4th corps commanders, who are not on good terms, reaches its peak and something happens.’

Deon Hardt will help you achieve your goal.

I know that it is a dangerous adventure that no one has taken on. If it were my usual self, I wouldn’t have done it.

But now.

***

From the second day onwards, it is the second hunting competition period that also serves as a banquet, so you can hunt freely until the result count date, and there is no set hunting time.

What has been determined is the monster hunting area for each corps?

Perhaps because of the severe waste of magical power, the Demon King gave each legion a map with a specific location roughly circled, rather than using the magic stone used on the first day to recognize it. The problem is that because it was literally marked ‘roughly’, the boundary was not clear, so there were frequent cases of corps encountering and clashing with each other.

So, fearing that credit would go to the wrong corps when counting later, the corps commanders negotiated and made an additional rule to engrave the number of each corps on the monster they hunted. The members of the 1st Corps cried out that they had to not only go crazy hunting but also have to do the labor of carving out numbers one by one, but no one listened.

And now.

“…The number 3 was engraved on a monster hunted in our area?”

“Yes. It wasn’t a location with ambiguous boundaries.”

“I don’t understand…”

Idelia frowned.

It’s not because I’m angry at the 3rd Corps. She knew Ashild’s personality well enough to be blindly angry.

“On the first day, we tried to take away their prey, but that was done right in front of their eyes. To get revenge, they would have hunted monsters right in front of our eyes.”

Before that, Ashild is not the type of person to invade other people’s territory and steal their prey.

As I fought with Ashild often, I know his personality well, so I can be confident. Idelia tapped her chin with a folded fan.

“This… needs to be investigated.”

“Investigation?”

“Yes. This was not what Ashild intended or ordered. Some unscrupulous member of the 3rd Corps did it on his own…”

…It must have been the work of someone who wanted to cause a rift between us.