The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 359

Marquis Belphear held the magical communication device on behalf of the Valhalla Emperor.

“Roman Dimitri,” he began, his voice sharp. “Do you really intend to fight Valhalla until the very end? You’ve not only interfered in Valhalla’s internal affairs but also incited rebellion. Do you think the Dimitri family will be safe after this?”

Marquis Belphear pressed his opponent, expressing his anger at the current situation. He thought, *The relationship between Valhalla and Dimitri was already set with the last communication. Whether I retreat or do more, could anything really change our relationship now?*

“Yes, you’re right,” Dimitri replied. “Valhalla and Dimitri have reached a point of no return. But you see, how much we hate you will decide how far we go for revenge. Your actions are fueling our anger—terrorizing territories, inciting Valhalla’s people to rebel, and setting fire to the northern granaries. You’re desperately trying to shake Valhalla’s foundations, which means we will stop at nothing for revenge.”

Marquis Belphear glanced at the Valhalla Emperor, who seemed to find the situation amusing, leaning back in his throne with a small smile. He didn’t seem to care much about Valhalla’s safety, so Marquis Belphear remained faithful to his role.

“I assure you, you can’t reverse the situation with your actions. Do you think we don’t know your intentions? You’re trying to give the rebels a chance to overthrow the Valhalla Imperial Family. How amusing, Roman Dimitri. The Hernard rebels are about to collapse. By the end of today—no, before sunset—they will be completely destroyed.”

Rebellion. It was already a done deal. Count Gomes had reported that he would destroy Hernard by day’s end. Objectively, Hernard couldn’t possibly hold out.

If so, Dimitri’s plan was failing. No matter how much he struggled, once the rebels were gone, it was meaningless.

Marquis Belphear felt confident and issued a stern warning to back down. However…

“So?” Dimitri replied, a smile in his voice.

From the moment the Valhalla Emperor sent a million troops to Hernard, the rebels’ defeat was certain.

“If you weren’t so optimistic, you’d have known from the start that 200,000 rebels couldn’t overthrow the Valhalla Empire. Duke Vieto made his decision anyway. He rebelled for Valhalla’s future and will pay the price for it.”

The nuance was strange. If Marquis Belphear was right, Roman Dimitri shouldn’t have reacted this way.

“So, we’ve decided to completely abandon the rebels.”

Instantly, Marquis Belphear’s face showed his embarrassment. *What on earth is he talking about?*

If the rebels were essential, why would Roman Dimitri so easily abandon them?

“We joined the rebels because they weaken Valhalla from within. What do you think that means? The rebels wanted to overthrow the Imperial Family, and we wanted to use them to damage Valhalla. It wasn’t about loyalty or trust; it was purely mutual interest.”

Even if the Valhalla Imperial Family tried to calm the people’s anger after the Emperor’s massacre, they couldn’t.

So, it was simple. Valhalla thought the important part of this fight was about the rebels, but Roman Dimitri saw things differently.

“Now that Hernard is collapsing, why should we cling to the rebels?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Marquis Belphear stammered.

It was a change of perspective. He abandoned Hernard and the rebels. Instead of focusing on them, he would act solely for Dimitri’s benefit.

“I’m not trying to save the rebels. From now on, I’ll use the situation they created to erode Valhalla’s power as much as possible. If those calling for rebellion kill each other, Dimitri benefits no matter who dies. If I set fire to the granaries, you’ll struggle for years. That’s my goal. Since overthrowing the Imperial Family failed, I’ll thoroughly crush Valhalla so it can’t rise again.”

It was an interesting situation. Valhalla foolishly believed Dimitri wouldn’t abandon the rebels and didn’t withdraw troops from the north, even though it was a mess.

From the start, this fight benefited Dimitri. No matter the outcome, Roman Dimitri accepted Sanchez’s proposal, knowing he would gain.

Chicken game. He confronted it in a different way.

Marquis Belphear’s face hardened at the choice to abandon the rebels and ruin the north.

“Marquis Belphear,” Dimitri continued, a cold laugh escaping him. “I told you, if you think you can solve problems with careless thinking, you’ll eventually face me.”

From beginning to end, Roman Dimitri mocked his opponent.

“You better keep that in mind.”

With that, the communication abruptly ended.

Silence fell in the conference room, a heavy, shocked silence. No one dared to speak, grappling with Roman Dimitri’s intentions.

*We’ve fallen into a trap.*

It was a true dilemma. The conflict with the people was too deep to resolve by talking with Roman Dimitri, and even withdrawing troops wouldn’t undo the damage.

The problem was, the situation was ongoing. The Hernard rebels were still fighting, and rebellion spread due to Roman Dimitri’s terrorism.

And Dimitri’s army was turning the north into ruins. It was daunting.

Marquis Belphear looked nervously at the Valhalla Emperor, considering the problems that needed solving.

“Your Majesty,” he began, “I think we should withdraw our troops. The remaining Hernard rebels aren’t important. If we don’t quickly stop the rebellion and suppress Dimitri’s army, the situation may worsen. Please give the order.”

“Please give the order!”

“Please give the order!” The Valhalla executives echoed, sharing his concern.

They wanted to withdraw some of the million troops, fearing worse consequences if they stayed.

However, the Valhalla Emperor simply smiled.

“Heh heh heh… Roman Dimitri is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. When others would have given up, he shows his teeth, refusing to back down. Marquis Belphear.”

“Yes.”

“We will not retreat.”

“But…”

“Valhalla has enough power besides the troops sent to Hernard. The losses from this incident don’t matter. I want us to stand firm in this war with Roman Dimitri. Draw more troops and send them north. Clean up the granary area, and bring back the troops from Hernard after completely eliminating the rebels.”

He also.

Stubbornness burned in the Valhalla Emperor’s eyes.

Roman Dmitry’s actions had pushed him too far.

The Valhalla Emperor destroyed the warp gate, cutting off any retreat to show he would not back down. Roman Dmitry, in turn, abandoned the rebels as a hardline measure.

How utterly fascinating.

Faced with such a dramatic shift in his otherwise monotonous life, the Valhalla Emperor stubbornly clung to his selfish desires.

Marquis Belphir’s fists clenched.

He desperately wanted to shout, to beg the Emperor to think about Valhalla’s safety, but Valhalla was a nation where everything happened as the Emperor wished.

“…I shall obey your command.”

He bowed his head.

He swallowed his disappointment.

Suddenly,

Roman Dmitry’s words echoed in his mind.

*’Remember, we will meet again.’* What *could* he have meant by that?

It was then.

Suddenly, the doors crashed open.

‘Your Imperial Majesty! We have a problem!’

A knight of the Imperial Court burst into the conference room, uttering words that would shock everyone present.

“We have just received a report from the Marin guard that Roman Dmitry has arrived!”

The Marin guard.

The Marin guards stared at each other, unable to believe what they heard.

Roman Dmitry? Here? The man the Emperor wanted dead was at their gates.

“I am Roman Dmitry of the Dmitry Kingdom.”

He revealed his identity.

The guards exchanged glances.

They couldn’t understand how Roman Dmitry, who was supposed to be in the north, had appeared in Marin.

Moreover, visiting Marin was tantamount to suicide.

Panic erupted on the walls.

They completed their solid defenses in preparation for a possible attack, but to their bewilderment, they opened the gates first.

‘Let Roman Dmitry inside.’

It was an order from above.

Whatever Roman Dmitry’s intentions, they couldn’t let this chance to capture him pass.

Creak.

Thud.

The gate lowered.

The Marin guard and the Royal Knights instantly surrounded Roman Dmitry, maintaining their guard.

Certainly, there was no one else.

The sight of Roman Dmitry entering alone sparked a hair-trigger tension, and as time passed, the retreat was completely cut off by the soldiers swarming in from the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Thud.

The gate closed again.

A rat in a trap.

The guard captain, having assessed the situation, cautiously asked with his sword pointed, “Roman Dmitry, what is the reason for your visit to Marin?”

Gulp.

Someone could be heard swallowing.

That’s how it was.

It was a tense situation.

The notoriety Roman Dmitry had shown on the battlefield was immense, and if he had bad intentions, they would have to endure enormous damage to subdue him.

However, they didn’t think they would face the worst situation by just one man.

This was the capital of Valhalla.

In Valhalla, called the nation of warriors, it was realistically impossible for Roman Dmitry to save his life, no matter who he was.

So more.

He was cautious.

Because Roman Dmitry was as cunning as he was armed, he was sure he had another purpose.

Roman Dmitry said.

“Valhalla’s defenses are strong. Marin’s walls are like iron, and magic cannot easily enter because of special circles. So, to get into Marin, there are only two ways. First, break down these walls and enter. Second…”

He smirked.

This operation.

The reason Chris opposed it was precisely this.

It was such a dangerous plan that Chris said it was dangerous even for Roman Dmitry this time.

“Valhalla opens the gates themselves.”

Momentarily.

The situation turned grim.

At the meaning of the message, the captain of the guard shouted.

“Attack!”

It was then.

Roman Dmitry took a step back.

He took something out of his pocket and tore it.

‘Blackout,’ Roman Dmitry murmured, tearing the paper.

Suddenly, the lights around them flickered and died.

Then, tearing another piece, he said, ‘Dark cloud.’

A thick, black smoke poured out from the paper, filling the air with darkness.

Rumble!

The sound was drowned out.

The Valhalla soldiers, rushing in as they were, were buried in a darkness so thick it felt like a heavy blanket.

Roman Dmitry also.

He agreed that it was a dangerous plan.

But.

By giving up the rebels, Roman Dmitry was planning to inflict damage on Valhalla to the extent that they would not be able to recover for the time being.

“If you want, I’ll tell you my purpose. What I want is……”

He disappeared into the darkness.

In the guard captain’s vision, Roman Dmitry’s figure could not be found, and only his voice pierced his ears.

“To give you despair.”

Whoosh-

Dense darkness.

Darkness swallowed Marin.

From now on.

It was time for the Ghostly Shadow to rise.