The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 230

It was a clear insult.

Anger rushed through Sanchez. His hand went to his sword.

But he stopped himself.

He couldn’t draw it.

Roman Dmitry looked calm. He didn’t seem to show any special power, but Sanchez felt a sharp energy coming from him.

It was Chris. Chris also had his hand on his sword. Sanchez knew instantly that Chris was probably faster.

He swallowed hard.

Sanchez was a 3-star warrior, trained by Morales. But this feeling of danger was new to him.

“‘Was Dmitry’s Flash really this powerful?’

He had heard the rumors.

A man once known as the Flash of Cairo.

People said that Roman Dmitry had a very skilled follower. He was a handsome blond man called ‘Dmitry’s Flash’. They said he was so fast with his sword, you couldn’t even see him move before someone’s head was cut off.

In the war against Chronos, Chris had proven his worth.

He fought with great strength, cutting down many enemies. Now, people knew who Chris was.

However.

The people of Valhalla did not take the rumors seriously.

Battle stories always made things sound bigger and more impossible than they really were.

For example, people said Roman Dmitry killed Commander Gustavo with one strike in a crowd. Valhalla people thought the stories about Chris were just as exaggerated.

They couldn’t help thinking this way. Valhalla was much bigger and more important than Cairo. They believed great heroes couldn’t come from small places like Cairo.

But.

Now, he accepted the reality before his eyes.

Even facing Chris, Sanchez’s mouth was dry. He had to admit Chris was very skilled.

“‘The rumors are true,’ Sanchez thought. ‘I don’t know if Roman Dmitry is strong enough to beat Commander Gustavo, but if his follower is this good, then the rumors must be real. If so, Dmitry is even more amazing than I thought. Is he really going to fight Barbosa just with his skill? No tricks?'”

He slowly withdrew his hand.

He acknowledged his opponent.

But that didn’t mean he thought Roman Dmitry could beat Barbosa.

No matter how strong Dmitry was.

The Valhalla festival was only for Valhalla warriors.

Sanchez said,

“Don’t regret the words you just spoke.”

You will find out as soon as you arrive in the capital.

What would be the result of this?

The capital of Valhalla.

He arrived in Marin.

Paulo, the border town, felt small and simple. But Marin, the capital, was a true imperial city. It had huge walls and buildings built in a special Valhalla style.

The same thing that happened in Paulo did not repeat itself when entering the capital.

People were already waiting to meet them. Because of this, they didn’t have to go through long checks and could enter the city quickly.

“Welcome. I am Jonathan, a Baron, and I have been assigned to guide Roman Dmitry.”

“I am Roman Dmitry.”

Following the guide, they arrived at the reception room of a large building, presumably a place for guests to stay.

They took their seats.

Baron Jonathan took a sip of tea brought by servants. He looked at Roman Dmitry with a strange expression.

“I heard Roman Dmitry’s opinion through Sanchez. You are willing to accept the challenges of Valhalla’s warriors to prove that you are qualified to face Barbosa. Are you sure about this? I can stop people from bothering you for a day or so. But if you don’t change your mind now, you will be in serious trouble.”

“That is my problem to handle.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Well, if that’s what you want. But remember, Valhalla warriors are ready to die to fight on that stage. They want to die in Valhalla and be blessed by God. That’s their biggest dream. And fighting Barbosa is an even greater honor for them.”

He also took a sip of his tea.

The tea had a strong scent, which was common in Valhalla. Baron Jonathan smiled, trying to make the mood lighter.

“Anyway. The festival starts in three days. The day before the main festival is the ‘eve’ – a night of celebration. But in Valhalla, they have a tradition of bloodshed on the eve to bring good luck to the festival. The method is simple. Important families in Valhalla each choose one swordsman to fight for them. Thirty warriors will fight at the same time on a big stage. There is no giving up. You either become the last one alive, or you die. The last warrior standing will get a special blessing from the Emperor himself.”

Roman Dmitry knew about this tradition.

Thirty warriors.

The last warrior to survive at the cost of 29 deaths was a brutal event, but it was important for Valhalla’s honor, almost as important as the main festival fight.

“To make the eve more exciting, why doesn’t Roman Dmitry send one of his swordsmen to fight too? By the way, only swordsmen who are not famous across the continent can fight in this battle of thirty. Someone like ‘Dmitry’s Flash’ might be too good for this kind of free-for-all fight. He might need a stage to really show off his swordsmanship. I’ve heard he’s very skilled…”

He trailed off.

The intention was blatant.

They wanted Chris to fight.

Before the main festival even started.

They clearly wanted to kill Chris, Dmitry’s best swordsman (besides Dmitry himself), in front of everyone.

Roman Dmitry should have refused.

He had already taken a risk by coming to Valhalla. He didn’t need to risk losing important people like Chris.

However.

Roman Dmitry smiled.

He looked at Baron Jonathan, not backing down at all, even though he understood the clear threat. Roman Dmitry said,

“I will do as you wish.”

Jonathan grinned. “You are very brave. Please rest here comfortably until the eve… Oh, right.”

Baron Jonathan grinned.

Roman Dmitry.

He was a warlike person.

Jonathan liked Dmitry a little. But in Valhalla, pride could cost you your life.

“Since you have said something to Sanchez, it will be difficult for you to rest comfortably. I hope nothing happens. But the Valhalla Imperial Family has their reputation to think about. They invited Roman Dmitry to fight Barbosa after a lot of trouble. So, they won’t let anything happen that would change the fight on the main stage. Two days later. I hope to see you again with a smile on the day of the eve.”

With those words.

Baron Jonathan moved his steps outside.

Roman Dmitry remained in the reception room.

He ignored the warnings, as if they meant nothing. He calmly finished his tea, looking relaxed.

The next day.

It was early in the morning.

A group of people gathered in front of the accommodation where Roman Dmitry was staying.

“Is Roman Dmitry here?”

“That man doesn’t know his place! He’s greedy to fight on the Valhalla stage, just because he’s become a little famous. Roman Dmitry is not qualified to be Barbosa’s opponent. The Valhalla God will be angry if the fight is bad.”

Last night.

Sanchez told people what he had seen and heard.

People were naturally angry.

Roman Dmitry did not want to go on stage. Even so, he said words that made the Valhalla warriors very angry.

*They* thought his words were absurd.

“He has only been famous for two years,” someone said. “But he acts like he is the best! He accepted the warriors’ challenge!”

In Valhalla, people had talked a lot about this. They were angry! They shouted and asked the Imperial Family to change their minds. But the Imperial Family had already decided. There was nothing else they could do.

Chronos and Valhalla were empires ruled by powerful families. When the Valhalla Imperial Family told them to trust their decision, they had to listen. They had no choice.

They had tried to hide their anger. But Roman Dmitry had found it.

Now, even if the Imperial Family tried to stop them, they would not stop. They would go all the way.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* Someone banged on the door.

“Roman Dmitry, come out!”

“We are here to fight you, like you wanted! Come out and face us!” Hundreds of people shouted.

More and more people came. Even before the sun came up, people were waiting. And more kept coming.

Not everyone there was strong enough to beat Roman Dmitry. But they were warriors of Valhalla. They could not just watch him act like he was better than them.

“Gasp!” someone said.

“It’s Bartolo!”

“Bartolo is here!” People whispered. A big, strong man pushed through the crowd. It was Bartolo. He was famous in Valhalla, ranked number 89.

Bartolo was a ranked warrior. People said Roman Dmitry beat Commander Gustav. If that was true, Bartolo might not be strong enough to win. But Bartolo did not look worried at all.

Like everyone else from Valhalla, Bartolo did not believe the stories about Roman Dmitry. He knew Roman Dmitry fought Butler in a hard battle against Hector. But the stories that Roman Dmitry beat Count Nicholas and then Commander Gustav in one hit? That was impossible!

Bartolo raised his voice.

“Roman Dmitry! This Bartolo will be your opponent!”

Then, *CREAK*. The door opened slowly. Everyone stared. Their eyes were full of anger. And then, Roman Dmitry stepped out.

* * *

Roman Dmitry did not care about the crowd. He looked calm.

He saw hundreds of angry faces. But he was not surprised. He just walked forward, like they were not even there. Suddenly, he stopped.

Then he spoke.

“Tomorrow is the festival,” he said. “Today, until night, I will fight anyone who wants to challenge me.” He said it like he knew he would win every fight.

The crowd was even angrier now! They spat on the ground and yelled curses. They hated Roman Dmitry. He just stood there, head held high, looking confident. Why was he so sure of himself? Everyone looked at Bartolo. He was going to fight first.

But Bartolo thought, *’Roman Dmitry feels different.’* From the first moment he saw him, Bartolo felt it. Roman Dmitry had a power that was hard to explain. Even though he didn’t show it openly, Bartolo could feel it in his gaze. It was like Roman Dmitry was stronger than he looked.

Most people would not understand this feeling. But Bartolo was a ranked warrior. He knew Roman Dmitry was dangerous. But Bartolo would not back down.

Bartolo stepped forward with a fierce look on his face.

“I will be your opponent.”

Clang.

He raised his weapon.

He held his huge axe and walked slowly around Roman Dmitry. He was ready to fight.

Even though Bartolo was big, he was careful. He thought, *’Sanchez said Roman Dmitry caused trouble in Paulo. He even beat the wildlings easily. But Marin is different. Even if I lose, I will not beg for mercy!’*

His eyes were sharp and bright. Everyone was watching him. He had to do this for Valhalla.

Like the angry crowd, Bartolo would not let Roman Dmitry get away with this. Suddenly, he moved! Roman Dmitry looked calm and did not move. Bartolo thought, *’Now is my chance!’*

*RUMBLE!* Bartolo ran forward fast! He was big, but he moved quickly. He was a ranked warrior of Valhalla. He was strong and brave.

*WHAM!* Bartolo stumbled back. Blood flew. He looked at Roman Dmitry in shock. He could not understand what happened. Then, he heard Roman Dmitry’s cold voice.

“Next.”