The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 241

The lively festival was over.

Roman Dmitry and his group quickly packed their bags.

They didn’t need to stay in Valhalla anymore. Their plan was to use the warp gate to go back to Dmitry’s land, Adelian.

But when they got to the warp gate, the gatekeeper looked worried.

“I’m very sorry,” the gatekeeper said, looking worried. “It’s not easy to use the warp gate right now. We’re trying to fix it fast, but the Magic Tower says it will take about fifteen days. Maybe you could stay in Marin for a while? Walking would take a very long time. I can ask my bosses to find a place for you to stay, Roman Dmitry.”

The gatekeeper was polite and smiled kindly. He seemed to be doing his job well. But Roman Dmitry knew there was more to it than just a broken warp gate.

‘They blocked the warp gate as expected.’

The day before, the leader of the Valhalla spy network had told Roman Dmitry about what had changed in Marin suddenly.

“The Valhalla royal family ordered the warp gate to be shut down. They will say it’s broken, but it’s not true. Every city near Marin with a warp gate will tell you the same thing. They want you to travel by walking.”

Marin to Dmitry was very far.

Even on horseback, it would take one or two months. The warp gate was the only fast way to get back to Dmitry.

Valhalla would have to open the warp gate again eventually.

But it would take a long time, and who knew what tricks Valhalla would try in the meantime?

There was only one option. Go to Valhalla’s trade city, about a month’s journey from Marin. That trade city is very important for warp gates. If it’s closed for even one day, Valhalla would lose a lot of money. So, Valhalla can’t stop us there for long. They must know we’ll go there. They will try to attack us on the way to the trade city, within this month.

Valhalla.

It was a corrupt country.

Any idea that they were honorable warriors was gone now, after they closed the warp gate. It was a clear message.

He had expected this.

Roman Dmitry changed his plans.

If they tried to trap him, he would fight back.

A few days later.

Marquis Belphir received a report.

“Roman Dmitry left Marin and is going to the Trade City,” the report said. “Just as we thought. He thinks it’s safer to go through the Trade City than to stay in Valhalla.”

“He’s smart,” Marquis Belphir said. “So, when should we attack?”

“Well… there’s a problem,” the subordinate said, looking worried. “Our spies told us something.”

“You know, Roman Dmitry became very famous at the Valhalla Festival. Now, everyone in Valhalla loves him. And Roman Dmitry is kind of letting people follow him as he travels. So, many people are watching him right now. They know they might never see him again after he leaves Valhalla, so they are following him like fans going on a trip with their hero, all the way to the Trade City.”

It started as a rumor.

People said that if they saw Roman Dmitry, Valhalla would be blessed. So, many people left the city to follow him.

The fight between Roman Dmitry and Barbosa was still a huge shock.

People remembered how Roman Dmitry fought with honor even after being poisoned. This made everyone very emotional, and many people gathered to follow him.

It would be hard to attack him openly. Too many people were watching Roman Dmitry.

When Roman Dmitry first came to Valhalla, he was just a stranger from another land.

People disliked him then. But now, he is a hero of Valhalla, loved by everyone.

“If we attack Roman Dmitry now, innocent people will get hurt. Give me the order. If we have to, we can force the crowd to leave by calling them up for army duty. But then everyone will think we planned to hurt Roman Dmitry. He’s not just anyone anymore. People see him as a warrior hero.”

Marquis Belphir looked out the window, his face calm. Valhalla was a twisted country. The nobles were in charge, but even powerful people like Baron Jonathan could be killed easily if the Emperor was angry. No one dared to betray the Emperor. Even the strongest warriors of Valhalla, warriors even Barbosa respected, were completely loyal to the Emperor. Why they were so loyal, no one knew. Because they followed the weak Emperor, his 14th son became king. Now, Belphir was taking a big risk. If Roman Dmitry lived and left, Belphir didn’t know what terrible thing the Emperor would do to him.

Marquis Belphir said, his voice cold. “We don’t need to worry too much about the crowd. When we attack Roman Dmitry, we shouldn’t be the ones leading the attack. It will look like a guest we invited died in Valhalla. If people find out Valhalla planned this, it will cause a huge problem.”

From the start, Valhalla wasn’t the main planner. Valhalla was just helping. Other people were really in charge of this plan.

“We just need to tell them where he is and then pretend we don’t see anything. Even if Roman Dmitry dies, it’s fine. We just need to look like we didn’t care enough and didn’t try hard to stop it from happening in Valhalla. Then we can kill Roman Dmitry easily. So, tell Chronos, we won’t blame them for anything they do.”

His voice was cold. Marquis Belphir was sure the plan would work.

Suddenly, the attack started.

Roman Dmitry felt the killing intent with his sharp senses and drew his sword, ready for a fight.

“Enemies! Get the people away!” Roman Dmitry shouted.

“Got it!” someone replied. Everything happened so fast. The people of Valhalla were shocked and confused.

They had been following Roman Dmitry, but now someone was attacking this hero of Valhalla, the one who had shone at the festival! The people moved back to be safe, but they watched closely. They wanted to see who these attackers were and why they dared to do this.

Just then, *thwack! thwack!* Daggers flew from the bushes. Even in the bright daylight, figures in black masks jumped out at the same time, and their power glowed around them.

*Rumble!* They were Shadows! The Chronos Empire didn’t even try to hide who they were. They didn’t care if other countries criticized them for attacking in Valhalla. They wanted everyone to know they were here to kill Roman Dmitry.

The Shadows rushed forward. Roman Dmitry’s soldiers blocked the daggers. Then, the Shadows pulled out their own black daggers, which glowed with dark power, and moved to attack.

*Whoosh! Clang!* The attack stopped. It was Chris! He was at the front, blocking the enemy attack. Before the Shadow could move, Chris swung his sword.

‘Lightning Flash!’ In a flash, Chris’s sword moved. Red blood sprayed from the Shadow. The Shadow’s dark body tried to turn into shadows to escape, but Chris was too fast. He cut off the magic power that held the Shadow together.

Before they left for Valhalla, Roman Dmitry’s team had prepared for this. They didn’t just train to get stronger. They knew Chronos wanted to kill Roman Dmitry, and they knew they would have to fight the Shadows.

“From now on, you will train on how to deal with Shadows.”

This was extreme training, the kind that left you feeling as empty as a wineskin after a feast.

Every second was a test, a sudden danger to overcome. It was in this intense pressure that Chris finally grasped something new – the flow of mana.

He felt it surge around him, stronger and clearer than ever before, like a hidden current suddenly revealed.

A tiny opening appeared in the shadows’ attack, a gap so quick it was almost gone before it began.

Chris reacted instantly, launching himself forward like an arrow from a bow.

He not only cut down the shadow that rushed at him first, but he also swiftly destroyed the bodies of the shadows attacking from all directions.

People watching from a distance exclaimed in admiration.

The shadows’ reputation was formidable; they were known to be impossible to defeat with ordinary power. Yet, Chris’s response was perfect.

That was just the beginning.

Roman Dmitry said.

“Exterminate the enemies.”

On that order, two huge men rushed forward from behind Chris.

Among the subordinates who followed Roman Dmitry, who would play the role of the vanguard?

Chris?

No.

He was by far the best fighter except for Roman Dmitry, but he was better suited to balance the battlefield than to be at the forefront, offering support to any place that was at a disadvantage.

Roman Dmitry wanted Chris to grow not just as a sword, but as a commander to replace him.

Then Kevin?

Not him either.

He was the sharpest sword Roman Dmitry trusted, but there were others who were more suited to be the vanguard.

It was Volkan and Pooky.

They revealed their rugged muscles and swung their greatswords, instantly turning the shadows’ bodies into chunks of meat.

A gruesome tearing sound was heard—the sound of tearing human flesh like paper—as they plunged into the space teeming with shadows without a moment’s hesitation at Roman Dmitry’s command.

Attacks came from all directions.

Some shadows raised dark tendrils to bind their opponents’ bodies, while others aimed for blind spots, attacking in momentary gaps.

Volkan released his power with force, narrowly avoiding an attack, then raised a red-hot aura and cut down the shadow in front of him.

At the same time, Volkan twisted his body to the side, letting the opponent’s attack flow. The shadow then had no choice but to face Pooky, who appeared from right behind him.

As if he had expected Volkan to move like that, Pooky had already swung his sword, and before the shadow could even react, its body was torn apart at once.

Blood splattered as Pooky rushed forward like a wild animal unleashed.

He wasn’t worried about being isolated.

When dealing with the attacks of enemies coming in frantically, Volkan intervened at the right timing to give Pooky a chance to catch his breath.

It was a similar situation to just now.

Just as Volkan trusted Pooky’s presence and let the shadow’s attack flow, Pooky was also aware of Volkan’s presence and entrusted his back to him.

The battles so far showed that Volkan and Pooky always moved together.

They had initially sought Dmitry for different reasons, but their relationship rapidly developed through their common ground as war mercenaries.

Even their tendencies were similar.

Both wanted to fight fiercely at the very front, and through experiencing several major battles, they began to develop in a way that complemented each other.

In that deadly place teeming with enemies, Volkan and Pooky showed an overwhelming presence.

Roman Dmitry’s subordinates grew according to their respective roles, and they fulfilled their roles as vanguards.

It was a free-for-all.

In the complicated and intertwined battle, Roman Dmitry’s forces did not back down an inch.

They had prepared for the existence of shadows in advance, but their past victories had given them infinite confidence.

Behind them, there was Roman Dmitry.

With that one fact alone, they risked their lives without doubting victory in the slightest.

When the soldiers opened the way, Roman Dmitry assessed the situation.

The existence of shadows, which he had already experienced once, was no threat to Roman Dmitry.

Was it because the defeat was so obvious?

With the number of shadows noticeably decreasing, they suddenly retreated like a tide.

At that moment, one of the shadows grinned.

“Don’t think it’s over with just this.”

Those words revealed Chronos’s intentions.

They had experience dealing with Roman Dmitry.

They couldn’t subdue Roman Dmitry when he was alone, so they wouldn’t have thought they could succeed in the assassination with just this much power.

The reason why they showed up and attacked anyway was their intention to slowly bring him down, which was clear.

For them, there was no option to let Roman Dmitry live.

The situation was sorted out.

Leaving behind the murmuring people in the distance, a man wearing a robe approached Roman Dmitry.

“The video?”

“Successfully saved it.”

Robein was the information manager of Valhalla.

From the time he left Marine, he ordered the ‘magic video storage device’ to be used through the Valhalla manager.

Inside the storage device, a series of situations were captured.

Roman Dmitry said.

“From now on, spread the video to the people of Valhalla, so that the entire Valhalla can know what is happening here.”

“Understood.”

The fight is inevitable.

If so, from now on, he was planning to properly raise the stakes.