The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 414

The followers of Marquis Memphis gathered in a hidden room, just as Roman Dmitry had anticipated.

If Marquis Memphis had been executed, they might have accepted reality. Instead, they met in secret, away from prying eyes.

Count Carrasco, a close friend of Marquis Memphis, asked with a stiff expression, “So, what do you all think about this?”

Silence filled the room, faces gloomy. He continued, “Marquis Memphis is still alive. If we rescue him and start the rebellion again, we can gather the strength to fight Roman Dmitry. I know it’s difficult. We couldn’t beat Roman Dmitry even when the Empire was strong. Resisting with what we have left won’t be easy. But can we just watch Marquis Memphis die?”

Another voice spoke up, “That’s right. Everyone knows we were Marquis Memphis’s people. If the government changes, we won’t even be treated like human beings.”

Their problem was that they were used to power.

They couldn’t live as powerful figures under Roman Dmitry’s rule. Being Marquis Memphis’s people was a good thing in the past, but now it would follow them like a dark shadow.

That’s why they gathered in the hidden chamber. The fact that Marquis Memphis was still alive made it impossible to accept their new reality.

Count Carrasco continued, “A few days ago, I got a message from Count Snodin of Valhalla. He said he would fully support us if we planned something. It’s our choice now. If we want our rights back, we’ll rescue Marquis Memphis. If we accept things as they are, we’ll watch him die. I’ll do what you all think is best.”

Even Count Carrasco was unsure.

He struggled to decide what was right and wanted to hear everyone’s opinions.

Then, someone spoke up.

“That all sounds good. If we rescue Marquis Memphis and get support from Count Snodin, we can start another war. But what does that mean? Roman Dmitry destroyed the magic walls with one blow. Even Alexandre, who uses 9th circle magic, couldn’t beat Roman Dmitry and is now dead. And Count Snodin? How can we trust someone who can’t even control Valhalla?”

Everyone in the room knew the truth.

If they crossed the line, Roman Dmitry would judge them as traitors.

The speaker continued, “Roman Dmitry is not just strong. He didn’t kill Emperor Chronos publicly, but he showed Marquis Memphis off as a warning. Maybe Roman Dmitry wants to set an example. If anyone crosses the line, he will punish them severely for breaking the laws he talked about in his last speech.”

Another nobleman argued, “Even so, Marquis Memphis helped us. We can’t just watch him die.”

The cousin of the Memphis family met Count Carrasco’s gaze and said, “I am a blood relative of the Memphis family. Do you know why I’m saying this? Because if we accept reality, we can survive, even if we aren’t rich and powerful. Roman Dmitry said clearly in his speech at the execution ground that he would give us a new chance. And…”

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to sound weak, but he had to convince everyone. “I don’t want to fight a monster like Roman Dmitry anymore. Just looking at him terrifies me.”

Meanwhile, at the execution ground…

A young man stood at the foot of the gallows, his face pale but his eyes burning with cold fury as he stared up at Marquis Memphis.

“Marquis Memphis. You deserve this,” the young man spat.

Marquis Memphis raised his head, his vision blurry and ears ringing from being hung for days. He recognized the voice and asked weakly, “Who are you…?”

“Heh heh heh, so you’re the son of Marquis Croyte. I heard one of the sons escaped when the Croyte family was destroyed. Now you’re here, alive. Life is funny. Are you planning to get revenge on me?”

The Croyte family had been destroyed. Fortunately, some of the family’s followers rescued the youngest son, Joelson. Everyone else was killed.

Every day, Joelson dreamed of this moment.

He wanted to kill Marquis Memphis in a horrible way and avenge his family.

Now, the opportunity was here.

He imagined plunging a dagger into Marquis Memphis’s stomach, tearing his flesh and watching blood burst out.

It was what he had always wanted.

But instead, he said, “No. I won’t kill you.”

Marquis Memphis shouted, “You won’t kill me? I killed your father! I stabbed him just because he disobeyed me. I killed your mother, your sister, everyone in the Croyte family! And you’re not going to get revenge? Joelson! Kill me! I, your family’s enemy, am alive, and you’re not going to hurt me? Do it! Get the revenge you’ve wanted!”

There was no way for Marquis Memphis to live.

Knowing what Roman Dmitry wanted, he just wanted the pain to end.

He couldn’t kill himself.

He had tried to bite off his tongue, but a magician healed him.

Roman Dmitry’s plan was clear.

Others could kill him, but he couldn’t kill himself.

This was his chance.

Seeing him struggle to die, Joelson smiled crazily.

“That’s why I’m not killing you. Look at you. You, the most powerful man in Chronos, are begging to die with such a sad face. Why should I give you what you want?”

Joelson thought hard.

Even though he wanted revenge, he knew that killing him quickly was not the answer.

Wise people had advised him.

The people who had followed the Croyte family told him that his life wasn’t over.

“I will rebuild the Croyte family. To do that, I must accept the new order. I am grateful that Roman Dmitry is the new ruler. At least he won’t judge me unfairly because I’m from Chronos. And even if I don’t have to get my hands dirty, he will make sure you have a truly hellish death.”

Joelson clenched his fist so hard that his nails dug into his skin, and blood flowed.

“I won’t break the new laws, and neither will anyone else. The time of Chronos is over. We know what’s important now. Marquis Memphis, today is the last day I’ll see you. The next time I come here, it will be to see your dead body.”

He turned and walked away.

Marquis Memphis shouted desperately, “N-no! Kill me! Please, kill me! Joelson! Avenge your family!”

He twisted and turned, his body weak. He screamed because he was angry, deep down.

He screamed until his voice was gone, but Jowelson never once looked back, not until he had vanished completely from sight.

Days had passed. He didn’t know how many anymore.

He felt confused. Marquis Memphis looked up at the sun high above.

‘Where did it all go wrong?’

The past few days…

So many people had come and gone.

Some people stared at him like he was strange. Others looked at him with the same anger as Jowelson.

Yet, no one dared to touch him directly.

Roman Dmitry’s rules were very strong. Everyone knew they would be punished if they broke them. So, no one touched Marquis Memphis.

And…

No one from the Memphis family had come.

At first, he hoped his family would come and save him, even if it was dangerous for them. But now, he knew that was just a dream that would not come true.

His life had been so empty.

When he lived as a man of power, he believed his life was perfect, but looking back now, he realised there was not a single person he could truly trust.

If…

He could turn back time…

Could he have changed this sad life now?

‘Impossible, probably. The me of the past would have made the same choices. Alexander, Emperor Chronos, made me who I am. Someone from a small, unimportant place like Roman Dmitry could never have imagined he could destroy the Chronos Empire.’

No one in the past…

Had foreseen this reality.

Roman Dmitry was an unusual man, and even now, no one could understand him.

His mistake was not the years he had lived for Chronos, but that he had been too blindly loyal, never imagining such a situation could happen.

He had believed Chronos was everything in this world.

He had never once considered the possibility that someone like Roman Dmitry could change everything.

He gasped for breath.

He felt like he was going to faint.

The last thing he saw was a dirty boy staring at him as if he were an ape in a zoo.

And so…

Plop!

Marquis Memphis’s head fell forward.

Chris came in. “Marquis Memphis is dead,” he said. It had only been ten days. Roman Dmitry looked up from the papers on his desk.

“Cause of death?”

“Not killed by another, but died of exhaustion.”

“Meaning no one laid a hand on Marquis Memphis.”

“That is correct.”

Marquis Memphis.

Killing Marquis Memphis directly would have been complicated.

It would show everyone how things were different now between Roman Dmitry and the people of the Chronos Empire, and knowing this, no one dared to touch Marquis Memphis.

Even though they had lost loved ones and had many things taken from them because of him.

Their anger was very strong, but they were even more afraid of Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry spoke.

“Now, the people of Chronos will really believe I am here to stay. They will understand that the Chronos Empire will never be the same again. Now we can start the plan. Call the leaders of the Kingdom Alliance to come here. And also call…”

He looked down at the table.

There lay the analysis of Valhalla.

“The Valhalla Empire as well.”

News of the summons spread quickly.

Count Snodin’s people were angry when they heard that Valhalla was also invited by Roman Dmitry.

“This is outrageous! Even if Dmitry brought down the Chronos Empire, they are still just a kingdom. How dare they summon an empire? The moment we accept this request, Valhalla is finished.”

“I agree. If Valhalla agrees to come when Dmitry calls, it’s like saying they are lower than him.”

Everyone was worried and tense.

Kingdom and Empire.

Empires are much more important than kingdoms.

If Valhalla had asked Dmitry to come, that would be normal. But for Dmitry to ask Valhalla to come to a meeting *he* is planning, that is not right.

They knew Dmitry was trying to become an emperor himself.

But they were too proud to accept this.

Count Snodin spoke. “Roman Dmitry wants to show everyone that he is in charge now. By leading this meeting about the future of the land, he wants to change how Valhalla and Dmitry are seen. We should not agree to this. Even if we don’t go to his meeting, Dmitry can’t really keep fighting because Valhalla has said we want peace. We might have some problems if we don’t go. But if we do what Dmitry wants, we will lose our pride as an Empire.”

“Understood.”

“We will follow your orders.”

This was a difficult choice.

Not yet.

They were not ready to say that Dmitry was better than them.

However…

“…I am sorry, but may I say something?”

In one corner of the conference room…

A communications officer looked troubled.

As everyone’s attention focused on him, he spoke carefully, looking very worried.

“Dmitry made it very clear in his message. This summons is not a request but an order, and if you don’t come, he will think you are disobeying him.”

Insubordination.