The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 356

Roman Dmitry stood on the cold stone of the castle wall. Around him, the battle was like a nightmare come to life.

Soldiers attacked from everywhere, trying to surround Roman Dmitry. But he was too fast. He fought them off one after another, like a whirlwind cutting through leaves.

One man against so many. This was Santino’s castle, his land, filled with his soldiers – thousands of them! But Roman Dmitry moved like he owned the place, not like he was surrounded and outnumbered. Count Santino felt a chill of fear.

Count Santino’s hands shook. ‘This is Roman Dmitry,’ he thought. Everything he had heard about this man was true. It wasn’t just talk. Roman Dmitry really believed he could win this fight alone. Watching him fight, Santino knew he had to ask for help. He quickly grabbed the magic communicator.

A bad feeling grew in Santino’s stomach. As a commander, he knew danger when he saw it. He had been so sure Santino’s soldiers were enough to defend the castle. Now, he saw he was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Beep-

“Marquis Belphir. This is Count Santino.”

“[What is it?]”

“Right now, Roman Dmitry is… Ack!”

Wham!

Rumble!

Like a black shadow, Roman Dmitry cut through the soldiers in front of him. Then, with a roar, he ran straight towards Count Santino.

They were still far apart, not yet fighting face to face. But then, Santino’s best knights rushed forward, swords raised. They were supposed to be strong, the best of Santino’s army. But one by one, they fell. It was so fast, so brutal. Santino screamed without meaning to, his voice cracking with fear.

His heart hammered against his ribs. His mouth was dry, like he had swallowed sand. Each step Roman Dmitry took forward, Santino took one step back. He fumbled for the communicator again, his hands shaking so much he almost dropped it.

“He – he flew! Roman Dmitry flew onto the wall! Our soldiers… they’re being killed! We can’t stop him! We need help! Now! I know it sounds crazy, but if you don’t send help, Santino will fall!”

He remembered the stories. Everyone who had ignored Roman Dmitry before was now dead. He knew Belphir might think he was calling too soon, panicking for no reason. But Santino didn’t care. He had to survive. He had to get help.

“[Count Santino.]”

“Yes!”

“[The opponent is only Roman Dmitry alone. I don’t expect much from you. Just a few days. Whether you push Santino’s soldiers into a death trap, or use some other method. Use any means necessary to hold out. The Imperial Family’s reinforcements will arrive after they have finished clearing out Hernard.]”

“But…!”

“[Don’t test me further with your incompetence.]”

Belphir’s voice was hard as ice. ‘Don’t test me further with your incompetence.’ Santino’s face burned red. He felt ashamed and angry. But he couldn’t argue with Belphir. Belphir was too powerful.

Then, Santino saw it. Roman Dmitry was now facing the main castle gate. The huge wooden gate, the strongest part of the castle’s defenses. If that gate fell… Santino knew it would be the end.

Knights in shining armor charged at Roman Dmitry, a wave of steel and fury. Swords flashed, and the air hummed with magical power. It was a terrifying attack. Santino watched, thinking, ‘No one could survive that. Not even Roman Dmitry.’ Any normal man would have been cut down instantly. Santino almost hung up on Belphir, sure it was over.

Thud.

Squish.

“Kraaah!”

But then, something impossible happened. Roman Dmitry moved like lightning. He blocked swords with his own, dodged attacks that should have hit, and struck back with deadly force. Each move was perfect, each strike final. Santino blinked, and blinked again. It was over. The knights were down, silent. Roman Dmitry stood alone, untouched, in the middle of the fallen.

Fear took over Santino’s mind. He screamed into the communicator, his voice wild. ‘He’s a monster! Roman Dmitry is a monster! We can’t beat him! It’s impossible! This whole plan was crazy! He’s destroying everything! And you want us to die here?! Please! Send help! Please!’

Santino’s voice was full of despair. He was begging for his life, for his soldiers’ lives. He just wanted a chance to fight back, with help. But then, Belphir’s voice came again, cold and flat. ‘Die for Valhalla, Count Santino.’ And then, silence. Click. The line was dead. Santino stared at the communicator, his hope crushed.

Belphir’s refusal was like a death sentence for Santino’s castle. Without hope of help, the soldiers’ will to fight broke. The Allied Forces, seeing the gate open, poured into the castle. The battle turned into a slaughter. It only took three hours for Santino’s high walls to fall.

Thwack-

“…Kugh.”

Count Santino was thrown to the ground. He rolled a few times, swallowing a groan, and quickly straightened his posture at the gaze looking down at him.

“P-Please, spare me just once. If you spare me, I will do anything for Roman Dmitry.”

He knelt down. Raising his voice, he glanced up at his opponent.

It was Roman Dmitry. The Demon of Dmitry. Because of him, all common-sense strategies had become useless, and Santino’s fate was in his grasp.

Santino fell to the ground. He didn’t care about Valhalla anymore. Belphir had left him to die. Now, only his own life mattered. He looked up at Roman Dmitry, fear making him grovel.

“What can you do for me?”

It was a cold voice.

But.

Count Santino felt it was an opportunity.

Thinking that he had been given a say, he looked at Roman Dmitry and raised his voice.

“Please, don’t kill me! I can help you! I know things! About the Warp Gate! I know about Javier, the Warp Point! The defenses there, the soldiers…”

Roman Dmitry’s eyes were like ice.

“Explain in detail.”

“T-Thank you!”

His expression brightened.

He thought the other party had accepted the deal.

He spilled out information.

He scraped together all the information he knew to survive, emphasizing that he was as helpful as possible.

He finished explaining.

Count Santino looked at Roman Dmitry with a slightly hopeful face.

“…Are you going to spare me now?”

As he said.

Count Santino was a helpful being.

But that was it.

Roman Dmitry’s sword flashed.

“No.”

Marin, the capital of Valhalla, was usually filled with the sounds of a busy city. But today, a new sound filled the air. It was the sound of many feet marching and many voices rising.

The sound of boots on stone echoed through Marin. Clack, clack, clack, clack.

“Let’s go to the Valhalla Imperial Palace!”

“We can no longer stand by and watch Valhalla head down a misguided path!”

“For Valhalla!”

These were the people of Valhalla, the common folk. For too long, they had been silent.

Ares, a respected leader in Valhalla, had spoken words that ignited the soul of Valhalla. In just a few days, their strong love for Valhalla brought people together.

At first, there were only hundreds of people.

But as they raised their voices, their numbers grew to thousands, then tens of thousands. The road to the Valhalla Imperial Palace was overflowing with a massive crowd of people.

Duke Vieto, a rebel leader, had planned this.

Public support was very important to this rebellion, and the rebels’ actions gave the people confidence.

“Rise up!”

“Raise your voices!”

“Like Duke Vieto’s rebels, who risked their lives to fight, let us, as people of Valhalla, do what we must!”

Public support spread quickly.

People gathered in front of the Imperial Palace.

Among them, a man with a strong voice and worried eyes stepped forward as their representative and raised his voice.

“On behalf of the people of Valhalla, I speak to His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Valhalla! Valhalla is a nation of warriors. We have always been proud to be warriors, and we have lived as brave people, following the warrior’s code. But recently, Valhalla has lost its way. It has lost its honor. You invited us to a festival but tricked us and tried to kill us! Now, you rule with tricks and lies, not courage! Your Imperial Majesty, Emperor of Valhalla! This is wrong. Please fix this and become a wise ruler supported by the people!”

“Become a wise ruler!”

“Restore the honor of Valhalla!”

Everyone raised their voices together.

This was truly an incredible event.

In a country where the Emperor ruled as a dictator, the common people were openly rebelling against him!

But they couldn’t be easily stopped.

With tens of thousands of people speaking as one, any wrong move could cause big problems.

Just then…

Clack clack clack clack—

Armed soldiers arrived.

The Emperor’s soldiers.

They surrounded the people.

The situation was tense, but the representative of the people didn’t back down.

“Just kill us! Silence us with death! If you try to stop us, who have stepped forward for Valhalla, with death, all of Valhalla will rise up. Those who remember the soul of Valhalla will be angry when they see us die. Then, they will realize that the people are the foundation of the nation!”

Tens of thousands of people were there.

Dealing with them wouldn’t be easy.

As the representative said, the problem could get worse.

If they hadn’t stepped forward, it would have been different. But with so many people, killing them all was not a simple answer anymore.

But then…

Thwack!

“Kraaah!”

One of the Emperor’s soldiers suddenly stabbed a commoner with a spear.

Blood spread across his stomach.

The commoner stared at his attacker in shock. The commander leading the soldiers shouted.

“Kill all these terrible traitors!”

“Kill them!”

It was not what they expected.

There was no compromise.

The Emperor’s soldiers rushed in and cut down the people, who had no weapons and could only suffer. The smell of blood, dust, and fear filled the air. Screams and cries erupted as bodies fell to the ground.

A massacre began.

The heads of those who had just been shouting flew off. Their stomachs were pierced. They fell to the ground, and terrible screams filled the air.

The representative of the people stared at the scene in shock.

He never thought it would come to this.

No matter how cruel the Emperor of Valhalla was, he never imagined he would kill tens of thousands of people like this.

“Emperor of Valhalla! You have gone mad with power! Even if your empire is great, if you treat your people worse than animals, how long do you think your power will last! The people of Valhalla will see our deaths and our suffering! So… Kraaah!”

Thud.

A strong blow hit his leg.

He was forced to kneel, and he spat out blood from the attack on his face.

His mind grew faint.

Someone grabbed his hair and pulled him up. Through his blurry vision, he saw his attacker.

“…C, Captain of the Guard.”

The Captain of the Guard of Marin.

He was looking at him with a fierce face.

“…T, this isn’t right. You know very well that Valhalla is heading in the wrong direction.”

He spoke with difficulty.

At that moment, the Captain of the Guard smiled coldly.

“We are only following the orders of His Imperial Majesty.”

Thwack.

He plunged his sword into his heart.

The representative’s body trembled.

As his body fell, the Captain of the Guard looked around and raised his sword.

“Kill them all! Do not spare a single one who defies the authority of His Imperial Majesty!”

Marquis Belphegor was reporting on these events, and his face showed his worry.

“…We have dealt with all the people who took part in the rebellion. And as you ordered, we will now find and deal with anyone related to them.”

Marquis Belphegor felt guilty about the order to massacre the people.

Public support was important.

A nation is made up of its people, but no leader in history had ever reacted so extremely. He would have understood if they had secretly dealt with the situation using some excuse. But the open massacre left Marquis Belphegor speechless.

The Emperor of Valhalla laughed.

“Those bug-like bastards. They got what they deserved because they didn’t know their place.”

No one could give him honest advice.

Not the Royal Knights, nor the Marin Guard.

All the special forces were loyal to the Emperor.

No matter how crazy the Emperor of Valhalla seemed, the real power still supported him.

“Roman Dimitri and Duke Vieto are making a big mistake. They think they can provoke the people of Valhalla and somehow hurt Valhalla. Even though they are weaker, they think they can win by stirring up the people. What a foolish idea! My brothers, who tried to stop me, also believed in public support, and they were killed quickly.”

He sneered.

His madness grew stronger.

Whenever he heard news of Roman Dimitri, the Emperor of Valhalla felt a strong urge to attack.

“Marquis Belphegor.”

“Yes.”

“From now on, it’s my turn to act.”

The Emperor of Valhalla had no intention of backing down in his dangerous game with Roman Dimitri.

“Contact Roman Dimitri right now.”

“Understood.”

He started the video call.

Soon…

Beep.

On the screen, Roman Dimitri’s face was covered in blood. Behind him were many dead bodies. He received the call and said, “What a sight, Marquis Belphegor.”

Roman Dimitri’s eyes were cold, promising revenge.