The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 264

Danger was all around them.

Duke Bempod had called all the wizards from the Behemoth Magic Tower to the outpost urgently. They had been waiting there, and now they were gathering at the First Defense Line.

The wizards looked worried as they assembled at the First Defense Line.

The information about Roman Dmitry’s poison was very serious. It had once shaken the Behemoth Magic Tower.

Mateo spoke, “Poisoning has happened in all eight defense lines in the eastern part of Chronos, including the First Defense Line. Roman Dmitry’s poison is hard to cure, even with Cure Poison. If we don’t solve this quickly, the problem will get much worse.”

“Roman Dmitry again, that blasted fellow,” said the Behemoth Magic Tower Master.

His skin was dark from working with chemicals, and his eyes were wide and intense. He looked very stressed.

He was actually very angry.

He had been trying to cure Roman Dmitry’s poison at Baron Charlton’s request. People then asked what the point of Behemoth was if they couldn’t even cure a poison.

It was very embarrassing.

As a group known for their skill with poisons, they couldn’t accept that there was something they couldn’t touch.

The Behemoth Magic Tower Master said, “This mission is very important. You must succeed.”

“Understood,” the wizards replied.

“Then, we will begin curing the poison now,” the Magic Tower Master announced.

The Magic Tower Master and thirty-two wizards were Behemoth’s full force.

As soon as they heard that Roman Dmitry had used poison, they gathered all the wizards and began working in the laboratory that Duke Bempod had prepared.

It was a strange and unsettling scene.

Soldiers who had been poisoned and dead bodies were lying down for the wizards to experiment on.

“Cure Poison,” the Behemoth Magic Tower Master chanted.

Whoosh!

The Behemoth Magic Tower Master used his mana.

He put mana into the living soldiers and the dead bodies. He carefully looked for the source of the poison.

‘This poison is strange and unlike anything I’ve seen before. Usually, it takes months or years to develop a new poison. How does Roman Dmitry have such a poison? He became a 6-star swordsman at a young age, so he should have spent all his time training. Did he even have time to develop poison?’

He felt annoyed.

Whether Roman Dmitry developed it himself or had someone else do it, Behemoth couldn’t accept it.

They couldn’t believe that someone unknown had a level of skill that Behemoth couldn’t reach.

He focused on curing the poison.

He used his knowledge to study the poison and understand what it was made of. Then, he used Cure Poison magic to find a way to break down the poison.

The process was slow, but it moved forward steadily.

As the Behemoth Magic Tower Master, known as the best with poison on the continent, he slowly discovered new things.

However, a look of surprise appeared on his face as he worked with the energies on both sides.

“Wh-what is this?”

He was confused.

At first, he thought he was wrong, but as he continued, he realized he wasn’t.

He couldn’t believe what he was finding.

The confused Behemoth Magic Tower Master checked the facts several times. The information he found only made him more certain.

‘There is more than one poison. At least two. The living soldiers and the dead bodies are poisoned by different poisons.’

He felt scared.

The reason he was so worried was that both poisons were completely different from anything he knew.

It didn’t make sense.

He could accept that one or two new poisons had been developed, but Roman Dmitry kept creating new types of poison that he had never seen before, like he had an endless supply.

At that moment, he felt something dangerous.

He quickly realized something and stopped curing the poison. He moved to the side.

“Get out of the way!”

“M-Magic Tower Master?!”

The Behemoth wizards were confused.

The Magic Tower Master had quickly seen that the poisons were different, but he didn’t know there were multiple poisons.

Whoosh!

He used his mana.

The Behemoth Magic Tower Master, who had been working for a long time, collapsed into his seat. He looked shocked.

”
No way!”

“What’s going on?”

Mateo ran over quickly.

The Behemoth wizards stopped working and gathered around, surprised by the Magic Tower Master’s strange actions.

Looking at them, the Behemoth Magic Tower Master shouted in a shaky voice, “The poisons are all different! Roman Dmitry is crazy! He used more than one or two poisons that we don’t know about!”

His voice was like a scream.

Only then did the wizards realize how serious the situation was. They looked pale.

After working to cure the poison for a long time, the Behemoth Magic Tower Master told the leaders, “We have found 32 types of poison in the eight defense lines. Roman Dmitry cleverly used different poisons to stop us from curing them. All 32 types of poison are new and unknown on the Salamander Continent. I never thought I would say this, but I can say that Roman Dmitry is the best at using poison.”

“If you give me enough time, I can cure them one by one. But there’s no way to cure all 32 types of poison while we are at war.”

He couldn’t cure them.

That was his decision.

Duke Bempod looked worried when he heard this.

‘The Behemoth Magic Tower Master is very proud, but he is admitting defeat. Even if I force him to cure the poison, it’s impossible.’

He made a quick decision.

Roman Dmitry was an amazing person.

He attacked Rascal and destroyed ten thousand soldiers. Then, he secretly spread poison and killed tens of thousands more.

Also, using poison like this was not normal.

Even though war is cruel, using poison to kill many people is against the rules of the continent.

Therefore, he felt angry.

He was very mad, but he needed to solve the problem.

Duke Bamford, his face grim, called for his adjutant. His voice was sharp as he commanded,

“Poisoned soldiers – isolate them all. Burn the bodies. Any problems? Get rid of them. No exceptions.” He paused, his voice hardening. “From now on, no water from the defenses. Soldiers drink only from the river, even if it’s far. Centurions – gather the men. Tell them we are fixing this. Tell them it’s under control. Even if they see people dying, they need to believe there is no problem. Understand?”

“Yes, Duke. It will be done.”

“Good.” Duke Bamford’s gaze swept across the room, his eyes hard.

Decisive. That’s how he had to be. Past battles had taught him: hesitation from a commander meant chaos. On a battlefield, caution could be deadly. Sometimes, boldness – even ruthlessness – was the only answer.

Poison. The Behemoth Magic Tower Lord, the expert, had said it was poison. Duke Bamford knew his limits. He wasn’t a magic expert. A good commander listened to those who knew more. That was his job.

Many wars. Duke Bamford had seen too many. He knew he wasn’t just lucky to be alive, to be Duke. It wasn’t just his own skill. He had listened to the expert. The expert was right.

One hundred thousand dead. Poison. Bodies lay everywhere, a terrible sight. But… it could have been worse. The defenses weren’t big enough for all the soldiers. Some were camped outside, drinking from the river. That river water was clean. It stopped the poison from killing everyone.

And then, the mages. The Behemoth mages acted fast. They used their magic to stop the poison from spreading further. They weren’t useless at all. Because they were quick, because they knew what to do, maybe hundreds of thousands more lives were saved.

Situation under control, for now. Duke Bamford had told his leaders what happened. Now, anger twisted his face. It was ugly. “Get Dimitri,” he growled. “Meeting. Now. I want to know why they used poison. It’s against the law! If they don’t have a good reason… they will pay.”

* * * Cronos reacted. Just like they thought they would. Marquis Vandenberg, the West commander, spoke. “Cronos wants to talk,” he said, a dry laugh in his voice. “Funny, isn’t it? They break every rule, do terrible things, and *now* they want to talk about *us* breaking the rules?”

“Of course we expected it,” Baron Noel, head of staff, replied. “That’s Cronos.” He sighed. “Poison… it’s a problem. In war, people want to win, no matter what. But poison… it kills too many, too easily. That’s why it’s against the rules, the continental law. If we let poison be used, every war would be a massacre, soldiers and normal people both. It’s the one rule everyone agrees on. But Dimitri broke it.”

Flora Lawrence spoke, her voice serious. “We knew poison was risky. Valhalla, or another country, might get involved because of this. But we had no choice. Right now, we need to focus on what’s happening now. Whatever Cronos says, we need more time.”

The Western Front was weak. Roman Dimitri was gone, on his own mission. Those left behind had to slow down Cronos. Poison was their desperate move. Without Roman Dimitri, they couldn’t win a straight fight. It was a gamble. To beat a dragon, you can’t fight like a normal soldier.

First, they attacked Rascal, a surprise move. They took the outpost, got the first advantage. Then, while Cronos chased Roman Dimitri, Chris and others slipped into the defenses and poisoned the water. It was all to distract them. Because Cronos was so focused on Roman Dimitri, the poison plan worked easily.

Flora Lawrence went on, “Cronos reacted faster than we thought. They stopped the poison problem quickly, in just days. Now, they’ll try to stop other countries from joining us. They’ll use this meeting about the poison as an excuse. That’s why we *must* talk to them. Even if it’s just for a little while, it gives us more time.”

No hesitation needed. They had planned for this. They knew Cronos might want to talk. Marquis Vandenberg nodded. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll meet them in a few days.”

* * * A few days later, at the border. Duke Bamford arrived. Alone. No guards. No one thought he was crazy. In war, when leaders talk, they must be safe. It’s a rule. Poison is one thing, this is different. Stopping poison is about stopping mass killing. Keeping leaders safe is about keeping countries safe. If the war changes, if they want peace, they need to know the person talking for them is safe. So, Duke Bamford came alone.

Duke Bamford was strong, even for his age. He stood tall, proud. You could feel his power, even from far away. He was a legend in Cronos, not just a name. He had seen everything in war, good and bad. He had fought his way to the top. Now, even with everyone watching him, he didn’t look nervous at all.

Then, someone else appeared. From the other side, a man strolled forward. He walked slowly, like he was enjoying being watched. He smiled, and held out his hand to Duke Bamford. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Count Fabius.” His smile was almost playful. He looked like he was at a party, not a war meeting.