The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 431

It was a day unlike any other.

Blacksmiths stopped working. Merchants left their shops. Many people went to the same place.

The reason was the news about Roman Dmitry’s work. When people heard that Roman Dmitry was making a sword in public, they were very interested.

A year ago, Marquis Valentino showed his collection.

He had gathered sword experts, and their opinions became a popular topic.

“I see why Marquis Valentino thinks Roman Dmitry is the future of swords!” one expert exclaimed. “This sword, Blaze, even though it’s old, is better than any masterpiece I’ve ever seen! Its power and sharpness are amazing, but how it takes in mana… incredible! If you sold this now,” he said, turning to the crowd, “it would be worth double, maybe more!”

That was very high praise.

When respected experts praised Roman Dmitry’s sword right away, people became very interested in his skills.

Roman Dmitry’s weapons were not just valued for their quality.

They also had meaning because they were made by a swordsman who would lead a new era, and because he was the eldest son of the Dmitry family, which was famous for steel weapons.

Because the sword was worth much more than what it sold for, everyone knew it was very rare.

And there was one more thing that made people interested in Roman Dmitry and swords.

The rumors came from Dmitry’s servants.

“What is Master Roman doing in there?” one servant whispered. “It’s fire, right? But fire shouldn’t burn the walls like that!” another replied, eyes wide.

“I’ve seen it too!” said another. “I’ve cleaned many workshops, and I’ve never seen anything like Roman Dmitry’s. It’s like the whole place was burned down.”

Only a few people had seen the workshop while he was working.

Most people didn’t know how he worked, but the servants’ stories made them very curious.

Think about it. How could he work in a place full of flames and stand the heat?

The praise from Marquis Valentino, who was known as a greedy collector, and the experts, along with the servants’ stories, made people very excited.

So, with many people watching, Roman Dmitry finally went into the workshop.

It was an open space.

The workshop door was wide open, so everyone could see what was happening inside.

First, he lit the furnace.

He made the fire hot and got his tools ready. Then, he started hammering the steel in the very hot room.

The people were used to this sight.

It was strange to see him working so hard without protective gear, but there was nothing special yet.

Then, it happened.

People gasped.

Flames like angry dragons danced around Roman Dmitry as he hammered. They licked at his skin, but he didn’t even flinch. It was just like the rumors said.

Roman Dmitry didn’t feel the heat, even in the flames.

He kept hammering, and the people were amazed and silent.

He forgot the crowd. He only saw the metal, the fire, and the weapon he needed to make. His mind was only on his task.

‘Alexander’s power comes from the Demon World,” he thought. “If we fight a war with the Demon World, we will have to fight beings who use the same power. We need to be able to destroy dark magic to stand against them.”

Sacred weapons were the answer.

Dark magic is not normal.

You can’t destroy those beings with just physical attacks. You need the power of divinity to destroy their core.

That’s why he ordered the blacksmiths to make sacred weapons.

Making many sacred weapons was the first step in getting ready for the war with the Demon World. He was determined to protect humanity.

He remembered Alexander’s power and thought about how to destroy it.

He kept thinking about it.

The people watching just saw him hammering steel, but Roman Dmitry was putting all his effort into each strike.

He was completely focused.

His hair moved in the hot flames, and his body turned red, like glowing hot metal, but he kept hammering without stopping.

‘I will not add divinity to the weapon,’ he thought.

You can only make a true sacred weapon by pouring holy water on it.

But Roman Dmitry was just trying to show the blacksmiths how to do it. He didn’t want to use divinity.

Hendrick was a great blacksmith.

If Roman Dmitry made a weapon to fight dark magic in his own way, the process and the results would be enough to find the answer.

The flames grew hotter.

He forgot about time.

When he was ready, Roman Dmitry started to really use his power to destroy.

‘In Murim, there were beings who used unknown powers like Alexander,” he thought. “The same thing is true in both lives: no matter where the power comes from, there must be something that keeps it going. If I destroy it completely with the energy of annihilation, even beings like Alexander will not be able to survive.”

Flames flew everywhere.

The flames, accepting the energy of annihilation, fought back hard, sending out so much heat that people could feel it even outside the workshop.

Roman Dmitry held the flames tightly.

The flames burned the whole workshop every time he hit the steel, but Roman Dmitry, surrounded by flames, kept hammering.

It was an amazing sight.

In the very hot flames, Roman Dmitry kept fighting himself without giving up.

An hour ago, in Cairo, Marquis Valentino was in his mansion, feeling sad about the Dmitry contest.

“If I hadn’t expected to win, I wouldn’t be so disappointed,” he said.

Marquis Valentino had participated in the Dmitry contest because Madame Susan recommended it. Susan apologized to him, looking desperate.

He understood.

The madams from each country and Edwin Hector had strong candidates, so even though he was rich, his chances were low.

But he had expected to win, so he was very disappointed when his dream did not come true.

He had hoped that Roman Dmitry would help his family and that he could ask him for a new sword. But it was a hopeless dream.

Marquis Valentino felt a deep sadness in his heart, like a heavy stone.

Marquis Valentino was deeply sad after his loss.

Marquis Valentino went to a place he always went to when he felt like this.

It was his special room, his treasure vault. Inside, he kept his most prized possessions.

He looked at his collection. There they were: Blaze and Third No-Name.

Blaze and Third No-Name were his most prized treasures, beautiful creations by Roman Dmitry.

He carefully wiped Blaze and Third No-Name to make sure no dust was on them.

He was amazed by the thought that these beautiful works of art were his.

Once he looked at his collection, he could calm down and think clearly again.

It was a very important rule in the Valentino family: he should never be disturbed in his treasure vault.

…a servant broke the rule, even though he had worked for the Valentinos for a long time.

Marquis Valentino tried to control his anger because he thought there must be a good reason for the servant to knock.

The servant said something that shocked Marquis Valentino.

Marquis Valentino rewarded the servant very well for making this decision.

…hurriedly made his way to the warp gate, a magic gate that allowed people to travel quickly to other places.

Damn it!

Could you possibly give me your place in line? I have a very urgent matter.

If you help me out, I will definitely repay you later.

Being on time for appointments is very important for trust.

I apologize, but I have an important meeting.

Even for a very wealthy man like Marquis Valentino…

Even though it was for something you can’t touch, the reason Marquis Valentino saved money was to do what he really wanted in situations like this.

…the reason Marquis Valentino saved money was to do what he really wanted…

…to do what he really wanted in situations like this.

A deep sadness settled in Marquis Valentino’s heart.

Marquis Valentino, deeply sad after his loss, went to a place he always went to when he felt like this.

“Ah, beautiful as ever.”

It was his treasure vault.

He looked at his collection.

Blaze and Third No-Name.

As he gazed upon Roman Dmitry’s beautiful creations, the deep sense of loss seemed to melt away.

It was always a meaningful time for Marquis Valentino.

He carefully wiped the surfaces of Blaze and Third No-Name to make sure no dust was on them, and he was amazed by the thought that these works of art were his.

At these moments, it was entirely his own time.

No matter what problems he faced, once he had checked his collection, he could calm down and think clearly again.

But then…

Knock, knock, knock.

“Marquis, may I come in?”

A servant’s voice came from beyond the door.

A surge of irritation coursed through him.

It was a very important rule of the Valentino family that he should never be disturbed while in his treasure vault, not even if the sky were to fall. And now, a servant who had worked for the Valentinos for so long broke the rule.

He wanted to punish him then and there.

However, the thought that there must be a reason for knocking on the treasure vault door, even knowing the rule, made Marquis Valentino control his anger as he said,

“Enter.”

“I apologize. I know I shouldn’t disturb you, but I felt I had to report this matter.”

It was strange.

He had knocked knowing the rule.

As he stared with questioning eyes, the servant said something that shocked Marquis Valentino.

“I have received information that Emperor Roman Dmitry is publicly crafting a sword. If we miss this opportunity, we may never get another chance, so I dared to disturb your time, Marquis Valentino.”

The servant’s punishment? There was none of that.

Marquis Valentino, having rewarded the servant who had made the decision very well, hurriedly made his way to the warp gate, a magic gate that allowed people to travel quickly to other places.

‘To think I’m only finding out about this now!’

Tears welled up in his eyes.

It was Roman Dmitry, of all people.

The thought that he might miss the sight of the man he considered to be the greatest artisan on the continent publicly working filled him with anxiety.

That was simply unacceptable.

If such a dreadful thing were to happen, nothing this time would be able to soothe his empty heart.

He quickened his pace.

He needed to get to Dmitry as quickly as possible, but cruelly, fate did not seem to be on his side.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait your turn.”

“Damn it!”

The warp gate.

Time was needed to use the magical artifact.

Marquis Valentino was told that he would have to wait at least four hours due to the people already waiting, and from that moment on, he began to feel frantically anxious.

The work of crafting a sword was not something that could be finished in a day or two.

It would surely take at least ten days, but Marquis Valentino wanted to witness every moment from start to finish.

But four hours?

It felt as if the sky were falling.

Considering the waiting time and travel time, this was truly tearing Marquis Valentino’s heart to shreds.

Had it been a minute?

Eventually, Marquis Valentino, unable to bear it any longer, pushed his way out of the line and spoke to the person next in turn.

Fortunately, the other person was a familiar face.

“Count Pettison! I have a truly urgent matter. Could you possibly give me your place in line? If you help me out, I will certainly repay you later.”

Marquis Valentino’s compensation was not something to be dismissed lightly.

Count Pettison would have gladly yielded his turn under normal circumstances, but this time, he had his reasons.

“I apologize, but I have an important meeting. You know very well, Marquis Valentino, that being on time for appointments is very important for trust. Perhaps you could ask the person after me instead…”

“100 gold.”

“Pardon?”

“Is that not enough? Then 200 gold.”

His eyes widened.

He still couldn’t quite grasp it.

He was offering that much money simply to yield a place in line, but this time, he had reasons why he couldn’t yield.

But then…

“500 gold. Surely that’s enough.”

“I will gladly yield, Marquis Valentino.”

To refuse such repeated requests, 500 gold was simply too large a sum.

The expenditure of 500 gold was excessive.

When he had won Blaze for 1200 gold, at least some material value remained, but this time, he had spent a huge sum simply to secure a place in line.

Even for a very wealthy man like Marquis Valentino, it was an amount that could not be ignored, but his thought processes were fundamentally different from those of ordinary people.

‘This isn’t just yielding a place in line, it’s buying memories and experiences that I truly cherish.’

Even a minute, a second.

He wanted to see Roman Dmitry’s figure as soon as possible.

Even though it was for something you can’t touch, the reason Marquis Valentino saved money was to do what he really wanted in situations like this.

Thanks to this, he was able to use the warp gate immediately.

Marquis Valentino, who had instantly moved to Dmitry, hurried to the place where Roman Dmitry was working.

Thud, thud, thud.

His heart pounded.

His blood boiled madly.

Finally arriving at the scene, Marquis Valentino pushed his way through the crowd.

Those who had secured their spots in advance.

Overcoming them was no easy task.

To some, he roared.

To others, he used physical means.

To still others, he offered money.

Only after Marquis Valentino’s face was drenched in sweat was he able to secure a spot where he could see the smithy.

Whoosh.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Blazing flames.

Roman Dmitry engulfed in flames.

Before his eyes…

“Ah.”

The moment that Marquis Valentino had only imagined was being recreated before him.