The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 283

At first, he could hardly believe what he was hearing.

To dare demand that the representative of the Chronos Empire, the very voice of the Emperor’s will, kneel before him?

His face twisted in anger.

For him, anger outweighed fear.

“What did you just say? Kneel?” he exclaimed. “I am here in Kairos to deliver the Chronos Empire’s position, carrying the will of His Imperial Majesty. As you said, the war is not over yet. Do you truly intend to ruin the relationship with Chronos with your rash words?”

“Is Chronos going to take back the truce offer if I do that?” Roman Dmitry asked.

Baron Charlton was taken aback.

Baron Charlton believed that Roman Dmitry would have no choice but to back down from the word ‘ruin’.

War with Chronos meant destruction.

Even if Dmitry miraculously won, the damage would be immense, so he believed that Dmitry also desired a truce in his heart.

However, Roman Dmitry did not yield an inch.

Seeing his attitude as if he didn’t care if the war resumed, Baron Charlton was at a loss for words.

“Baron Charlton,” Roman Dmitry’s voice was chilling.

Roman Dmitry approached Baron Charlton.

“Let me be clear,” Roman Dmitry said. “I have no intention of ending this war with a half-hearted result. So, if you want a truce, make your attitude clear. If you insist on looking at me as if you are the victor, holding your head high, I will cut off your head and show my will to continue the war with the Chronos Empire.”

Step by step, Roman Dmitry walked closer. Charlton felt a cold sweat on his back. Dmitry’s eyes were like ice.

‘This guy is completely insane!’ Charlton thought.

Confusion and fear fought inside Baron Charlton. He wanted to be strong for the Empire, but Roman Dmitry’s reputation was terrifying.

Roman Dmitry stopped right in front of him.

The moment Baron Charlton met Roman Dmitry’s eyes as he looked down at him, he instinctively knelt.

“I am sorry,” Charlton said. “As the representative of Chronos, I should have followed the appropriate procedures, but I overlooked the wartime situation and made a rash mistake. Please, forgive me. The Chronos Empire seeks not a breakdown with Dmitry, but a truce through appropriate compromise.”

It was a shocking sight.

The representative of Chronos was kneeling like a servant.

There was no precedent for this.

Baron Charlton’s face was flushed, but from the moment he knelt, he didn’t have the courage to assert his pride.

Roman Dmitry said, “We don’t trust Chronos’ truce. Words on paper won’t stop another war if you still want to fight. Baron Charlton, if the Chronos Empire sincerely wants a truce, we want a clear sign of good faith, not just empty words.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Charlton asked.

This war started with Dmitry’s declaration of war.

But those who were well-informed knew that Dmitry was angered by the Chronos Empire’s repeated provocations.

The responsibility for the war lay with the Chronos Empire.

They showed an arrogant attitude that ignored continental law, and there was no guarantee that they would not show the same attitude even after signing a truce agreement.

People who break rules once can easily break them again.

That’s why he didn’t believe Chronos’s words.

What Roman Dmitry wanted was not just a truce negotiation, but clear evidence that Dmitry had actually won.

He was willing to see it through to the end if those conditions were not met. Accepting a truce did not mean giving up hostility.

If there was a mastermind behind Chronos, as Isabel said, he just needed enough time to prepare for it; he had no intention of accepting negotiations by trying to please the other party.

This was another war.

The declaration of a truce that Chronos was uttering would be the cornerstone of the new kingdom alliance that Roman Dmitry was thinking of.

“500,000 gold,” Roman Dmitry stated. “If you offer that much in war reparations, I will accept the truce agreement.”

“That’s an absurd demand!” Baron Charlton flared up.

500,000 gold. It was such an enormous amount, beyond imagination, that he couldn’t help but be angry, even forgetting his fear.

His appearance of being angry while kneeling was ridiculous, but there was no hint of a smile in Roman Dmitry’s eyes.

“If you show that kind of attitude again, I will take it as a breakdown of negotiations,” Roman Dmitry warned. “Innocent people of Kairos and Dmitry died in this war. If you do not provide adequate compensation for that, what reason do I give to those who lost their families for agreeing to a truce? Baron Charlton, I want a result of victory and clear compensation. To prove to the people that the deaths of their families were not in vain, I want a result, not just circumstances, that Dmitry defeated Chronos. That is the only condition I want. If you do not accept this, I will never conduct truce negotiations with Chronos again.”

He was speechless.

Baron Charlton felt dizzy at the uncompromising attitude.

It was a condition that he could not readily accept.

Even as Baron Charlton, who was professionally in charge of diplomacy, the condition of giving 500,000 gold was beyond his authority.

He suppressed his anger, because he couldn’t overturn the negotiations.

With a trembling voice, he attempted his own reversal.

“Are you not considering including the Odelia Kingdom in this condition?”

If he wanted Odelia’s survival, he could use that as an excuse to cut down the 500,000 gold in compensation.

However, the answer came back firmly: “Why are you asking me about the fate of those who are not even our people?”

Looking at his frighteningly cold eyes, Baron Charlton realized deep in his bones what kind of person Roman Dmitry was.

The negotiations were put on hold.

The Emperor’s decision was needed, and Baron Charlton, who returned to Chronos, reported the situations he had experienced.

“This is the situation, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing his head. “Roman Dmitry’s arrogance is reaching the sky. If you make a decision, I will nullify the negotiation table and let the world know the terror of the Chronos Empire.”

He shouted harshly, hoping to repay the humiliation he had suffered.

Above his head, he heard nothing.

When Baron Charlton looked up, the Chronos Emperor was looking down at him with an indifferent face.

“The moment we accept Dmitry’s negotiations, people will talk about the Chronos Empire’s defeat,” the Emperor said. “500,000 gold is an amount with that much impact. But Baron Charlton, I clearly ordered you to make these negotiations a success. To me, I am more angry at your weakness, kneeling before insignificant fellows without even properly concluding the negotiations, than at Dmitry’s arrogant attitude of demanding 500,000 gold.”

In an instant, Baron Charlton’s face turned pale.

Just as he was about to hurriedly ask for forgiveness, the knights, who received a signal from the Chronos Emperor, quickly suppressed his body.

A choked cry escaped him.

Baron Charlton, forced to his knees, cried out, his face covered in blood.

“I have sinned and deserve to die! Please, just this once, forgive me! Give me another chance, and I will never anger the Emperor again!”

“This truce is just the start of my conquest. I will watch all who defy me, all who celebrate Dimitri. Soon, I will destroy them all. In my Chronos, there is no place for those who weaken the empire, even if they are losers. So, die.”

“No!” Baron Charlton gasped, struggling.

Emperor Chronos, like Roman Dimitri, was a man who knew no compromise. At the sound of knights drawing their swords right beside him, Baron Charlton accepted his death and screamed.

“I gave my life to Chronos! Am I to die for one mistake, after obeying you like a dog? You nobles watching! You are no better! My death could be yours, yet you just watch me die!”

He cursed at them.

He glared at Marquis Memphis, the most powerful noble, but Memphis quickly looked away.

“If I die! I will curse you all from beyond the grave…!”

Thwack!

The sword struck.

Blood sprayed out, and Baron Charlton’s head bounced and rolled on the ground.

Baron Charlton, who had served Chronos faithfully, was dead.

A soft chuckle escaped him. Emperor Chronos… no, it was Aleksandr who laughed.

From the moment he ordered Baron Charlton killed, he controlled Emperor Chronos.

‘Roman Dimitri. You are definitely not an ordinary human.’

‘Dimitri’s past life… as a martial artist from Murim… put him in a place I could never reach before.’

‘Otherwise, none of this would be happening. It wasn’t just strength; the way Dimitri acted showed the arrogance of someone at the very top.’

Indeed, what *is* he?

He was intrigued.

‘Just what *is* he? If *I*, who was nothing before, can defeat him and learn his secrets, what will Dimitri’s face look like then?’

Chronos would conquer the continent – that was certain.

Roman Dimitri wasn’t a problem, but a toy to play with.

He had chosen magic, turning away from martial arts. Roman Dimitri was the perfect test to show he’d made the right choice.

Once, he too had loved martial arts.

He was even known as the creator of Aura and trained hard.

But everything changed when he met the creature in the shadows.

Humans didn’t realize.

Their own power was nothing against the ancient beings who lived forever.

From then on, he wanted immortality.

He still liked martial arts, but knew it wasn’t the way to rule the world.

Roman Dimitri was no match for him.

He was sure Dimitri was nothing compared to the ancient being he served.

So, he would use Roman Dimitri to prove magic was the right path.

Roll. Thud.

Baron Charlton’s head bumped against Marquis Memphis’s feet.

Aleksandr spoke to the still-silent Marquis Memphis. “Marquis Memphis. Kill every relative of Baron Charlton. Let his death show everyone what happens to the weak in Chronos.”

“I obey.”

The matter was finished.

Now, he would prepare a gift for Roman Dimitri – 500,000 gold, and something more… something to spoil his victory.

‘I’ll show you why I chose magic.’

His face hardened.

Emperor Chronos, his usual cold self again, glanced at Baron Charlton’s body for a second, then looked away.

Then, Aleksandr’s mind vanished.

In the capital of Odelia, a figure stood on the city walls.

Whoosh.

Flutter.

His robe moved in the wind.

Black eyes glinted from beneath his hood – Aleksandr’s true form.

“How long will it take to destroy this capital?”

He knew what had happened in Raskal.

Roman Dimitri had used fire to trap the enemy and killed ten thousand soldiers in direct combat.

Now, Odelia was packed with prisoners.

If Roman Dimitri tried to kill them all like he did in Raskal, it would take too long.

People were still reeling from what had happened that day.

In the human world, it was an act of terrible cruelty.

But Aleksandr was beyond human limits now.

He raised his hand.

“Meteor.”

His voice was full of dark delight.

As his magic soared upwards, massive meteors appeared in the sky, turning day to night.

Below, people stared, frozen.

Some screamed and ran, others yelled uselessly at the sky, but it was too late.

Wham!

Wham wham wham wham!

Rumble!

Huge explosions ripped through the city.

The screams of the dying, swallowed by the explosions, faded from Aleksandr’s ears.

One spell.

Odelia was gone.