I'm Not That Kind of Talent [Light Novel ENGLISH]

115. They Actually Knew (9)

115. They Actually Knew (9)

"...What? What are you... talking about?"

"You didn't know. I'll pretend I haven't seen it, so it's probably better for you to see it yourself."

A chilling sensation of uncertainty sent shivers down his spine.

A feeling that what he had done might be more troublesome than he thought.

He stood up abruptly and opened the closed hospital room. A man with his face revealed was lying on the bed.

Pale white skin, white hair. At this point, Daniel couldn't help but laugh.

"....Ha, hahaha."

What kind of day was it today, exactly? Why do terrible things happen all at once?

He seemed to know who that man was. No, let's not deceive ourselves. Daniel knew who the man was. Although he couldn't be sure with his eyes closed, if his guess was correct, there would be red eyes hidden beneath those eyelids.

A sigh-like voice filled the hospital room.

"....Deon Hart."

A figure that needed to be eliminated as a priority for the revolutionary army.

Only now could he understand the doctor's attitude. Also, the fact that he had received enormous consideration from him.

"Why, of all times."

His mental strength for today was already depleted. Suppressing the raging leaders of the revolutionary army, witnessing his mother shed blood, saving someone who showed the same symptoms. And now, he had to kill that person?

'No. It can't be done.'

At least today, Daniel couldn't kill Deon Hart. He was sure of that.

'....'

As if possessed, he approached. The quick-witted doctor quietly closed the door to the hospital room, and in the quiet space that seemed to have stopped in time, Daniel silently sat down on the chair in front of the bed.

"You are lucky. Originally, you would have died as soon as you revealed your identity to me."

Slowly getting up and grabbing the bed with his right hand, he extended his left hand to the guy's neck. Due to the lack of blood, the slightly faster heartbeat could be felt.

'...If it was the real Deon Hart, he would have reacted the moment I touched the bed... No, the moment I approached. Maybe his body is not well.'

He withdrew his hand. As he was about to step back, he belatedly noticed the guy's disheveled clothing. More precisely, a peculiar-looking mark revealed through the disheveled lapel.

─Right, he was cursed by the demon king.

It made his body weak. Nevertheless, due to the experience accumulated on the battlefield for a long time, combat ability was treated separately.

So, even though Deon Hart received the curse of the demon king, he still held a high position on the list of targets for elimination by the revolutionary army...

"He probably won't live much longer even if I don't kill him now."

Look at him, still lying there as if he didn't notice anything even though he could have died if he was alert. Why dirty my hands when he will probably die in someone else's hands soon?

Rationalizing it that way, he stood up. He couldn't stay here any longer with his mother constantly on his mind.

As he left the room, he encountered the doctor who was waiting. Checking beyond his shoulder as if trying to confirm whether Deon Hart was alive or dead, he soon made eye contact.