The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 170

Roman Dmitry did exactly what everyone thought he would. From the moment he won the ranking match, it was clear he would not pledge loyalty to Marquis Benedict. The doubts that had been growing in Cairos were now confirmed.

“You stupid bastard,” Marquis Benedict hissed, his face twisting in anger.

Roman Dmitry, the new number one in the rankings, was strong.

He was qualified to lead Cairo, but he made a fatal mistake by being in Cairos. If he had stayed in Dmitry and revealed his true intentions, they couldn’t have attacked him. But he came to Cairos, making himself vulnerable.

Clang, clang.

The sound of metal clashing made the listeners’ blood run cold as the Noble Faction’s forces surrounded him.

Breaking the silence, Marquis Benedict spoke.

“From this moment on, in the name of Marquis Benedict, the head of the central government, I declare: The Dmitry family has attacked other noble families in Cairo, such as the Barco and Douglas families. Cairo is a nation at war, and internal fighting is forbidden. The Dmitry family has put the nation’s safety in danger for their own gain. Therefore, I will have Roman Dmitry arrested to investigate this matter thoroughly.”

His voice echoed loudly.

Barco and Douglas were the families Roman had defeated. There was no problem in how it happened. Barco had a disagreement with Lawrence, and Roman Dmitry helped because of a political marriage issue.

Douglas was similar. Douglas brought families from the north, causing disputes, and the Dmitry family, as the main power in the northeast, had to respond.

These reasons were just excuses. Marquis Benedict was making up reasons to arrest Roman.

“The central government follows the King’s orders,” Marquis Benedict smirked. “Disobeying is disobeying the King, and the Dmitry family will be punished for treason. So, submit to the arrest. If you cooperate, it will show that the Dmitry family’s guilt is not significant.”

The central government held the real power.

Marquis Benedict used the accusation of ‘rebellion’ to control Roman Dmitry. No matter how strong Roman Dmitry was, he couldn’t do anything this time. If he submitted to the arrest, Marquis Benedict would weaken Roman to stop him from causing trouble.

But if he didn’t comply, the accusation of treason would make the fight between the Kingdom of Cairo and Dmitry, not just between the Noble Faction and Dmitry.

He was cunning. Marquis Benedict used his power to create a situation that Roman Dmitry couldn’t handle.

‘You should have listened to me,’ he thought. ‘If you had joined me, you could have been powerful in Cairo. But you showed hostility, so you will not live. Roman Dmitry is a threat. Before he returns to Dmitry and becomes untouchable, I will eliminate him so he can never oppose me again.’

It was a checkmate. He attacked when Roman Dmitry was weak after defeating Count Nicholas.

Even if Roman had pledged loyalty, Marquis Benedict would have arrested him to test him. That was Marquis Benedict’s true nature as the head of the Noble Faction. Without his cruel and daring actions, the Noble Faction wouldn’t have gained power in Cairo.

He glanced and gave a signal.

The Noble Faction’s forces approached Roman, confident that he would submit since they had trapped him with words.

But then, whack!

“Gasp!”

“This bastard.”

Blood splattered as Roman Dmitry brazenly cut down Marquis Benedict’s knight.

Marquis Benedict’s expression hardened.

He was shocked. He didn’t expect Roman to disobey. Rebellion would destroy Dmitry. Above all, with the Noble Faction surrounding him, Roman Dmitry had chosen the worst option.

“Does this mean you are going to rebel now?”

“No, let’s be clear,” Roman sneered. “It’s not disobedience to the King, but to you, Marquis Benedict.”

He shook the blood off his sword and looked around.

“Cairo belongs to the royal family. Noble families can’t bring too many soldiers into Cairo unless the country is in danger. But you have exceeded that limit. Marquis Benedict, are you plotting a rebellion?”

“You impudent bastard!” Marquis Benedict’s face turned red.

He was outraged that Roman would accuse him of rebellion. Marquis Benedict couldn’t contain his anger at the complete disrespect.

One of them would have to die. Marquis Benedict said,

“The central government is the heart of Cairo. Our decisions reflect the King’s will. But you accuse me of rebellion? You’re crazy to deny your own rebellion so strongly. You cut down a servant following the King’s orders. That is rebellion, and Dmitry will be destroyed by your foolish choice.”

“That’s right!”

“Let’s punish the terrible traitor!” The Noble Faction shouted.

The situation was tense. They were confident of winning because they outnumbered Roman Dmitry in Cairos.

But Roman Dmitry had expected this. He knew he couldn’t avoid the fight from the moment Marquis Benedict blocked his way.

“Marquis Benedict, the King will decide who is right,” Roman Dmitry said. “From now on, I will deal with the trash of Cairo who have plotted rebellion. Then, you will be judged by the King for mocking the royal family, not me.”

He reacted just as strongly as Marquis Benedict. Looking at Marquis Benedict, who was glaring at him, Roman said,

“Chris, Kevin. Clear the way.”

The two swordsmen, who had been waiting for the order, rushed forward without hesitation.

There were hundreds of soldiers filling the streets, but Chris and Kevin rushed towards them eagerly.

“Attack!”

“Stop those guys… Ack!”

Whack.

Kevin was the first to strike.

Kevin jumped into the fight. He moved fast and cut the throat of the knight in front.

Blood poured from the knight’s throat. He fell to his knees, choking. As his eyes closed, he saw Kevin fighting the other knights.

Rumble!

The enemy knights suddenly glowed with power.

All the knights attacked Kevin at once. But he was quick and moved like a cat, dodging every attack as he ran towards them.

And then…

Thwack!

Plunge!

He killed him.

Every time Kevin attacked, his enemies screamed. Blood splashed on Kevin’s face, but he didn’t care. He kept fighting fast and hard, defeating many enemies.

Kevin, covered in blood, fought like a demon. Chris arrived next, standing firm like a wall that nothing could break.

Crack!

“Kraaah.”

An enemy was split in two along with his sword.

Chris didn’t need to rush.

Chris didn’t need to rush. *Plenty more where they came from,* he thought, watching the enemy soldiers charge.

The enemy soldiers still thought they were winning. But Chris was so strong, enemies fell dead at his feet.

It didn’t matter if they were just soldiers or strong knights with power, anyone who fought Chris fell in a spray of blood.

Chris didn’t need fancy moves. After fighting him for a short time, enemies were shocked and terrified by how strong his sword skills were.

Splurt!

Another enemy knight fell.

This knight was famous and known as a powerful swordsman, but Chris beat him easily in just a few moves.

And then…

“Cover Chris and Kevin.”

“Attack!”

The other subordinates began their attack.

Roman had not brought many people to the capital. Only twenty, including Chris and Kevin. But like the two leaders, the others attacked without fear.

Pooky and Vulcan fought wildly, ripping enemies apart. Henderson and McBurney fought more calmly, taking down enemies one after another.

They didn’t have a plan. They just attacked. But somehow, Roman’s people worked together perfectly as they fought.

The past year…

Roman had taken his time.

It was to strengthen himself, but it was also a time for his people to prepare for the chaos to come.

The result was…

The scene unfolding before their eyes.

Just twenty of Roman’s people were easily defeating hundreds of enemies.

A path opened through the enemy soldiers. They tried hard to stop them, but so many enemies had fallen that a gap appeared.

Through that gap…

Thud thud.

Roman walked forward.

Ahead…

Marquis Benedict was there.

Roman Dmitry stepped over corpses, stepped through puddles of blood, and slowly approached his target.

* * *

“Th-these… these madmen!”

Marquis Benedict’s face went white.

His eyes darted around.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

*Attacking the noble faction in Kairos?*

Roman Dmitry. He was completely mad.

Attacking the noble faction was like betraying the kingdom. And Roman Dmitry was doing it, even though he knew what would happen.

“What should we do now?!”

“Marquis Benedict!”

The nobles asked with terrified faces.

The situation was strange. They had hundreds of soldiers, so they should have been winning easily. But even before Roman Dmitry himself joined the fight, they were being completely defeated.

Normally, time would help the noble faction. If they could just defend themselves for a while, the city guards of Kairos would come and stop the rebels. But could they survive that long?

Through the wide-open path…

Roman’s figure slowly walking towards them could be seen.

Fear filled Marquis Benedict’s heart as he understood the truth.

*I was wrong,* he thought. *If I can’t beat Roman Dmitry by fighting back, I need to run away for now.* This was Roman Dmitry. The monster who beat Count Nicholas. They couldn’t win in a fight like this.

The noble faction’s real power was their authority and influence. If they ran away and moved the government somewhere else, it would be easy to destroy Roman Dmitry later.

Even if Roman Dmitry had a strong army, how could one family fight against the whole kingdom? *Run away now, and attack later when we are stronger,* Marquis Benedict decided. He turned to run.

Even as he ran, he shouted as loud as he could, trying to hide his fear.

“Roman Dmitry is a terrible betrayer! Fight him and risk your lives! Anyone who kills this betrayer will be rewarded greatly!”

The other nobles shouted too.

Then, they all ran away as fast as they could.

The soldiers left in a desperate situation.

They knew it too.

How dangerous this was.

But those who received orders had no choice but to block the path, even knowing they would die.

“S-stop!”

“This is Kairos! Do you think you can get away with this?”

The enemy soldiers trembled, but they still stood in Roman’s path.

They looked so scared they might fall over if someone just blew on them.

They still seemed to believe they were doing the right thing by following the noble faction. They shouted silly threats and tried to stop Roman no matter what.

If they didn’t obey orders, they would be killed right away anyway. They thought it was better to die fighting than to be killed for running away.

Roman didn’t stop walking.

However…

He didn’t rush either.

He left the nobles disappearing in the distance and looked at the soldiers in front of him.

“You have your duty,” Roman said, his voice calm but firm. “And I have mine.”

He drew his sword.

From now on… it’s time to end this.