The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 75

Ten days had passed since Dimitri left.

Roman arrived at the final stronghold of the Southern Front.

It was a land without a lord, where people seeking to profit from those heading to the battlefield had naturally formed a village.

Before entering the Southern Training Camp, he decided to stay at an inn to recover from the fatigue of his journey.

“We will rest here for today, and head to the Southern Training Camp as soon as dawn breaks tomorrow.”

“Yes!”

Everyone looked cheerful.

In truth, they hadn’t expected good accommodations.

Usually, noblemen would provide shabby lodgings for their soldiers while enjoying comfort themselves, but Roman had rented a large and clean inn entirely for their rest.

Loyalty was naturally springing forth.

The soldiers, carrying their luggage inside, moved quickly with excitement.

Meanwhile, Roman went in first to unpack.

Then, he sat on a chair and reread the letter he had received a month ago.

[I heard you intend to fulfill your duty to the nation. If you say you’ll become my man, I’ll solve that problem immediately, but I know your will to dedicate yourself to the country, so I won’t stop you. However, I cannot leave someone who might become my man to suffer in the harsh environment of the front lines. I used my influence to have you assigned to the Southern Front. Always remember, when you feel you need someone’s help, the Benedict family is waiting by your side.]

For the past few months, Roman had been receiving persistent offers from Marquis Benedict.

As the head of the noble faction, he wished to recruit talent to oppose the Royal Knights, and Roman’s appearance struck his heart like fate.

The youngest ranker in the Cairo Kingdom. Marquis Benedict couldn’t help but feel anxious, and despite Roman’s refusal, he steadily courted Roman with affection.

And now, through Marquis Benedict’s connections, Roman was assigned to the Southern Front.

As he said, compared to the Western Front, which directly clashed with the Chronos Empire, the Southern Front was a peaceful place without much danger, but according to the information he had gathered, the truth was different.

Mackin, from the Valhalla Intelligence Department, said the Southern Front was like a ticking time bomb.

At that time, Roman didn’t know he would be assigned to the Southern Front, but he ordered Lucas to investigate in preparation for any possible situation.

‘In the end, I’ll have to face it directly to know.’

If the information was true, he wasn’t assigned to a sinecure.

Knowing he might be busy in the future, Roman decided to rest for now.

However, Roman couldn’t sleep for long.

Thump! Thump!

Right below, he could hear men shouting and fighting.

Going downstairs, he could see a fight had broken out in the hall.

Bang!

“You worm-like bastards. Do you know who I am? I am Henry Albert, the second son of the Albert family! A descendant of a prestigious family in the Cairo Kingdom wants to use this inn, and you, some unknown fellows, are resisting. Are you not going to get out of here?!”

The situation was obvious; it must have been a one-sided provocation.

Still, to confirm the facts, Roman went downstairs and asked.

“What’s going on?”

“My lord!”

Chris’s face lit up.

He, who had been on the verge of exploding just now, reported what had happened with a slightly flushed face.

“Well…”

The situation was this: thanks to Roman’s consideration, the soldiers were resting comfortably when a fellow named the second son of the Albert family stormed into the inn with his men.

Then, he shouted at everyone to get out without any reason.

Perhaps he intended to use the largest and cleanest inn in the area for himself, but for whatever reason, there was no reason to give up their place.

Besides, ‘The Albert family isn’t exactly a prestigious family.’

It wasn’t an unknown family.

They had produced some outstanding talents and once enjoyed fame, but they recklessly expanded their power and were checked by those around them, causing their influence to wane.

A bunch living in the illusions of the past.

Still, they were a considerable force in the northeastern region, but even if the opponent was a prestigious family, Roman’s reaction wouldn’t have been different.

“Why should we leave?”

He walked forward.

Instantly, Henry’s fierce gaze turned to Roman.

“Are you the owner of these fellows?”

“I am.”

“Then understand the situation properly. I don’t know where you’re from, but I, Henry Albert, need to use this inn. Since we’re both heading to the Southern Training Camp, you know it’s not good to make an enemy of me. I’ll give you exactly ten minutes. Get all this trash out of my sight.”

He was confident.

The Dimitri family crest. It was the first time he had seen it.

Henry Albert judged that his opponent was weak and acted as he did.

‘Is this the reality of Dimitri?’

Dimitri was only recognized as a strong force in the northeastern region.

Naturally, families from other regions wouldn’t recognize Dimitri, and even if they were nobles, there was no reason to treat an unknown family well.

Families assigned to the Southern Front, most of them were considered powerful figures in the Cairo Kingdom, so it was wise to retreat without trouble if possible.

However, Roman had been bothered by the way Henry had been staring at him since earlier.

“I have no intention of vacating the inn. There’s a very easy way to solve this problem in this situation.”

His attitude changed.

He spoke informally and drew his sword as if to show off.

“Draw your sword. If you beat me, I’ll gladly vacate the inn.”

It was a provocative remark.

Henry’s face flushed red.

Daring to not only speak down to him but also showing hostility was unforgivable.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, the knight next to him turned pale and stopped Henry.

“My lord, you must stop immediately! That man is Roman Dimitri! The swordsman who became the youngest ranker this time!”

At those words, Henry’s body froze.

Instantly, was this what it felt like to have goosebumps?

With his hand still on his sword, Henry’s eyebrows twitched.

‘…That bastard is Roman Dimitri?’

Cairo’s youngest ranker. There was no one who didn’t know that name.

It was natural that Dimitri, being a family from the outskirts, wouldn’t recognize the crest, but Roman’s fame, having defeated Homerus at the age of 25, was considerable.

The fact that he was still an unofficial ranker didn’t matter.

If the Valhalla Temple recognized Roman’s ranking, then Roman wouldn’t just be a rumour.

“Draw your sword.”

Once again, Roman urged.

Seeing him waiting for him to draw his sword with a relaxed expression, Henry swallowed hard.

‘If I draw my sword, I’ll die.’

There was such a rumour about Roman.

The war with Barco. Roman Dimitri, who had cornered his opponent, wasn’t satisfied with just that and went directly to Barco to kill the family’s eldest son. That incident remained as infamy.

A bloodthirsty demon who would wipe out his enemies.

Along with the rumour of being a ranker, it was also known how terrifying Roman Dimitri was.

Therefore, Henry subtly averted his gaze.

His pride was hurt.

As a man of the Albert family, he had lived without knowing how to yield since childhood, but he had no intention of asserting his pride in a situation where his head might be blown off.

If the opponent was truly the protagonist of the rumours, pride or whatever, it was a priority to avoid the situation at hand.

The confident attitude was nowhere to be found.

Henry stepped back and said in a very small voice.

“I forgot I had an appointment. Let’s consider this matter settled with my apology, and let’s finish it here. You’re lucky. I wanted to dare to ignore the Albert family… Ack!”

Thud.

As Roman took a step forward, Henry screamed and ran out of the inn.

The soldiers, having lost their master, had no other choice.

Seeing them also rushing out of the inn, Roman laughed as if it was absurd.

‘Is this the reality of the Southern Front?’

Southern Front, a resort for noble children.

That reality was unfolding before his eyes.

Henry’s incident wasn’t just a one-time happening.

That day, similar incidents occurred as many as three times, and they all hurriedly retreated at the name of Roman Dimitri.

In that situation, the innkeeper said.

“It’s a common occurrence here. Unlike the Western Front, which is threatened by the Chronos Empire, the Southern Front maintains a smooth relationship with the Hector Kingdom, so there is no great danger. That’s why the children of nobles who couldn’t avoid their duty to the nation try to come to the Southern Front by any means. Why else would it be called a resort for noble children? The training is easy, and there’s no need to risk your life, so it’s the perfect place to safely fulfill your duty to the nation.”

West and South, even though they were the same warring country, the circumstances were completely different.

If the troops dispatched to the Western Front were really going to war risking their lives, most of the troops on the Southern Front were idle layabouts.

As a result, many disputes arose at the final stronghold heading to the Southern Training Camp.

Like Henry, everyone had lived without lacking anything in their own lands, so even if someone had booked the inn first, they would act recklessly if they wanted it.

It was an amusing situation, even though they hadn’t entered the training camp yet.

The reality of the Southern Front was already visible.

Flutter.

Roman unfolded a map.

It contained information about the Southern Front, with each area subdivided and densely recorded.

’48 days ago, scouts from the Hector Kingdom crossed the border. They checked the situation on the Southern Front and returned to their country, but even after that, they showed signs of checking the Southern Front as many as three times. It is not yet certain whether they really have a clear intention of war. But even with the fragmented information I have gathered, the Southern Front is not just a safe land.’

There are signals in war.

The warning from the Valhalla Intelligence Department and the movements of the Hector Kingdom surveying the border.

It doesn’t mean that it directly leads to war, but according to what he had learned, sufficient signals were occurring.

For that reason, Roman had been training his soldiers.

If war doesn’t break out during the two years spent on the Southern Front, they can spend their time safely, but the worst-case scenario needed to be prepared for in advance, regardless of probability.

Most people who come to the Southern Front don’t prepare for war, neither mentally nor physically.

Unlike other troops who don’t prepare at all, Roman and his soldiers had spent the past few months in what felt like hell.

If war breaks out, he had no intention of trusting the trash on the Southern Front who came for vacation.

He would survive on his own and lay the groundwork for future plans.

“War.”

From the tip of his nose, he could smell the familiar scent of blood.