The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 6

The Blood Fang pub was in the very center of the village.

Many people walked by outside, and the Blood Fang’s sign was easy to see.

Jingle jingle.

“Welcome,”

Roman opened the door, and the bell chimed loudly.

Inside, the pub was dark and smelled of old beer and wood. The tables were sticky, and the air was thick with smoke and loud voices.

The pub looked popular. Roman quickly saw more than ten people inside.

“Huh?”

“Gasp, it’s Young Master Roman.”

People immediately looked at Roman.

They all knew the face of the royal family who ruled the Dimitri Estate. The people who had been talking loudly quieted down.

Roman Dimitri.

People thought Roman was simple, but everyone knew he was powerful. They didn’t even dare to look at him.

People quickly looked away.

The bell’s ringing faded, and a heavy silence fell. You could hear the crackling fire in the hearth and the faint sound of people breathing.

In the quiet that followed, Roman walked calmly to the bar and sat down.

“Tears of Dawn.”

“Tears of Dawn? Never heard of it. You must be mistaken. What else will you have?”

“That would be good too. Something as strong as possible, please. I have a lot to do at dawn, so I think I need to be a little drunk.”

The owner’s face hardened.

Tears of Dawn.

Strong liquor.

Things to do at dawn.

These words were the secret code for the Blood Fang.

The problem was that the person was Roman Dimitri, a face known to everyone.

In the silent space, people looked back and forth between the owner and Roman.

Some were just curious, while others showed complex emotions in their eyes.

A fleeting moment.

As Roman smiled, the owner quickly pulled out a dagger hidden under the table.

“Attack… Ack!”

Thwack!

Clang!

Roman smashed the owner’s head with a beer glass.

At the same time, he jumped back, and several customers who had been drinking around him attacked Roman.

Thwack! Thwack!

Daggers flashed in the dim light, cutting through the air. One dagger slammed into the wooden bar with a *thunk*. Beer glasses crashed as people scrambled away.

Under the dim lighting, the Blood Fangs showed their fierce eyes.

The information Roman had found was true, and several men disguised as customers rushed at Roman all at once.

“Aaargh!”

“Run away!”

The customers screamed and ran out of the pub.

Now it was clear who the enemies were.

‘Eight people.’

Roman and the men fought.

The daggers came close to Roman, but he dodged all the attacks, even in the small space.

He moved quickly, years of training taking over. *Too slow,* he thought as he dodged a clumsy attack.

He immediately attacked back and stabbed the opponents’ necks.

Roman used his dagger quickly and efficiently. Each enemy fell, bleeding.

“You bastard!”

“Kill him!”

The peaceful pub was now gone.

This was not a pub for tired workers anymore. It was a place for dangerous killers, and they were now showing their true faces.

However.

The opponent was a predator who would devour them all.

Even when they attacked from all sides, the Blood Fang members were the ones who fell to the ground.

Thwack!

Crash!

He slammed the face of the last remaining man into the table. The sturdy table shattered, and the man fainted. Roman kicked his face, which had been thrown to the floor. The man rolled away, spewing blood. His body, limp on the floor, showed that it no longer contained a soul.

“Is it over.”

It was instantaneous.

All the men who had rushed at Roman were dead.

Only one man.

Only the owner, who had been hit by the beer glass at the beginning, was looking up at Roman with a face stained with blood.

“W-Why are you doing this?”

“Why, you ask. You know why. Why I visited this place, and why I attacked you guys. If you didn’t know that, you wouldn’t have attacked me.”

Roman grinned.

At the sight of Roman bringing a chair and sitting right in front of him, the face of the owner, who had been terrified, suddenly changed.

The owner’s face twisted with hate. His eyes were wide and wild, like a trapped animal.

The owner shouted with a spiteful voice.

“We are Blood Fang! You may kill us, but others will come for you! Nobles bleed just like us!”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll spare you.”

“Kill me! Blood Fang fears nothing!”

Roman’s smile deepened.

The owner’s strong resistance made Roman sure he had found the right place.

“Yes, I wanted to meet someone like you. Someone who doesn’t fear death, someone who will shut their mouth and somehow keep the information secret even if tortured. That kind of guy is the one who will know valuable information.”

Roman got up from his seat.

Then, he looked around and spoke in a very calm and subdued voice.

“To see if you are strong enough to keep secrets, even when I threaten you.”

The owner’s will was strong.

Unlike the guys who screamed and spewed out information like little children, he didn’t open his mouth even when his fingers were cut off.

However.

Roman knew very well how to target such a person.

“Is this a picture of your son?”

The owner’s expression turned pale.

In a photo carefully kept in the drawer, there was a picture of him being happy with his son, who looked just like him.

“N-No, it’s not.”

“It is so. He looks just like you.”

“You *monster*! Are you, a noble, really threatening my family?”

The owner struggled, trying to get away. *Roman thought to himself, “My words are having the right effect.”*

Roman walked closer, holding up the photos. His face was cold. “I learned something interesting about the Blood Fang,” he said. “People are scared of them because they fight back, even if it means dying. But these people who kill themselves for the Blood Fang have something in common. They weren’t always Blood Fang members. They owed the Blood Fang a lot of money or favors. These people didn’t seem like killers before. What changed them? What made them become so violent?”

The owner said nothing, his lips tight. *Roman knew he was right.* The owner’s silence told him everything.

“The Blood Fang does bad things to get money back from people who owe them. They often take the families of these people as slaves. That’s the truth about the Blood Fang. They are not just evil people who want to die. They scare people into doing what they want by threatening their families. They hold families captive to get revenge. What do you think? Does that sound right?”

“Even so,” the owner said, “the Blood Fang will still get revenge.”

Roman laughed softly. *This man is so foolish*, he thought. From the moment he spoke, the owner had walked right into Roman’s trap.

“I promise you, as Roman Dmitri,” he said, his voice hard. “If you don’t talk, I will go back to my home and tell my knights. Your child, in this picture. I will find him and kill him. Not quickly. He will die slowly, in pain, begging for it to stop.”

“W-what?” the owner stammered.

“Why? You think I’m joking?” Roman asked, his eyes cold.

“But you are a noble!” the owner cried. “Nobles don’t do such things!”

“That’s just what people think,” Roman said. “If our enemies hurt us by using our families, why should we be nice to theirs?”

*This world is like a jungle. Lose, and you die.* Justice? That doesn’t matter here. The only thing that matters is winning, and Roman would do anything to win. He wasn’t worried about being “good.” Just because he was kind to his former fiancée, or treated his servant Hans like a friend, didn’t mean he was soft. Roman was still Roman. People are complicated. Roman, who had once been called a “Heavenly Demon,” had a dark side too.

Roman spoke again, his voice low. “Remember this. I don’t care about the safety of my enemies. I don’t care how they die, or how much they suffer. To me, anyone who threatens me is like a fly – worth nothing. So think carefully. Your family is in danger anyway. Will you trust the Blood Fang, who made your family slaves? Or will you help me? Give me the information I need to destroy the Blood Fang before they hurt your family.”

He spun the dagger in his hand. Then, suddenly, he stabbed it down, right through the face of the child in the photo.

“Now,” he said, “choose.”

In that instant, the owner knew it was true. Roman Dmitri was not the same man he remembered. He looked at the photo of his son, now ruined by the dagger. Finally, he bowed his head in defeat.

Later, after Roman had gone, Hans and the Dmitri Knights arrived. The pub was wrecked. Tables were broken, chairs were overturned, and men lay groaning on the floor.

“What happened here?” Jonathan said, his face grim. He had heard what the witnesses said – that after talking to Roman, the owner and his men suddenly attacked. But what he saw now… strong men were lying on the floor, badly hurt.

*Could Roman have done this alone?* Jonathan thought, shocked. He remembered Roman as weak, someone who was bad at fighting. Someone who seemed scared even by a little blood, who couldn’t even hold a sword right. It was impossible to believe this Roman could defeat so many men. Something was wrong. The Roman he knew and the Roman the witnesses described were two different people.

Just then, a knight shouted, “Commander! Someone is still alive!”

It was the owner of the pub. Jonathan rushed to him. The owner was badly injured. He coughed, spitting out blood. His right hand was mangled, fingers gone. The blood he coughed up looked thick and dark. It was clear he was dying. But his mind was clear for a moment, like a candle burning brightly before it goes out. He spoke strongly to Jonathan.

“You must follow Young Master Roman! Now!”

“What are you talking about?” Jonathan asked.

“I told Young Master Roman everything,” the owner gasped. “The Blood Fang’s main base is not in Dmitri, but in Lawrence! As soon as he heard, Roman left. He’s going alone, but he can’t do it alone! You must help him! Help him destroy the Blood Fang completely!”

The owner’s voice was full of fear. He knew he had betrayed the Blood Fang by talking. Now, his only hope was Roman. He crawled on the floor, reaching out with his bloody hand and grabbing Jonathan’s leg. “Please,” he begged, “please, destroy them all.”

Jonathan hesitated. It was strange to see a Blood Fang member asking for Roman’s help. But the biggest worry was Roman himself. *Is he really going to Lawrence alone?* Lawrence was not Dmitri land. The thought made Jonathan’s head spin. If Hans hadn’t spoken, Jonathan might have stayed there, frozen.

“Knight Commander Jonathan!” Hans shouted. “We have to go! Young Master is in danger!”

“Damn it!” Jonathan swore, finally understanding. Roman! They couldn’t let Roman, the heir of Dmitri, die in another land. They hadn’t asked Lawrence for permission, but there was no time for that now. The Dmitri Knights rushed out. They were going to Lawrence.