The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 121

The afternoon was warm and relaxed. Count Castro sat on his terrace, enjoying the sunshine and a cup of tea with a guest.

“So, you didn’t succeed at all?” Count Castro asked.

Count Fabius sighed. “Don’t remind me. I offered them gold, jewels, even a noble title, but no one was interested.”

His guest was Count Fabius.

Count Fabius had been working hard since yesterday, but he was upset that he had achieved nothing.

“I just don’t understand,” Count Fabius said. “I didn’t even ask them to turn against Roman Dmitry right away. I just suggested they could gain something by joining us nobles later. But they refused completely! This is why I don’t like dealing with ordinary people. Nobles understand these things easily, but they can’t even see a good chance when it’s right in front of them.”

“You need to be patient, Count,” Count Castro replied. “People who are not nobles often don’t see the bigger picture.”

The two Counts had become friends because they were in the same noble group.

They got along well and often met in private like this.

Count Castro asked, “But is Roman Dmitry really so special? I know he’s not ordinary, but I don’t understand why you are so eager to get his people on our side.”

“Remarkable? You have no idea,” Count Fabius said, shaking his head.

People were talking about Roman Dmitry’s deeds, as always happens after a war. Many said the stories from the battlefield were probably exaggerated. But Count Fabius, who was there, said the opposite was true. The rumors didn’t even begin to capture how amazing Roman Dmitry was.

“This war was almost lost for Cairo. Hector took our base in less than a day, and with the warp gate captured, we were about to lose. But Roman Dmitry changed everything. He went alone into enemy land, defeated Butler, and opened the castle gates… Wow,” Count Fabius exclaimed, taking a breath. “You can’t believe how incredible it was unless you saw it yourself. And Roman Dmitry’s people were amazing too, right beside him.”

“Is that so?” Count Castro asked.

“Yes. Marquis Benedict is very eager to get Roman Dmitry on his side, and for good reason. I’m telling you this because you are Count Castro, but there’s even talk that he might want Roman Dmitry to marry his daughter.”

“Hmph,” Count Castro said, impressed.

Marquis Benedict was known to love his daughter very much. If he was thinking about a marriage for political reasons, then Roman Dmitry must be incredibly valuable.

He took a sip of his tea. The sweet taste made him smile.

“I should meet Roman Dmitry myself,” Count Castro said. “If he becomes important in the capital, it would be good to get to know him now. If you can, please set up a meeting.”

“Of course, haha,” Count Fabius replied.

The mood was friendly. In the noble world, making friends was important. These small talks could lead to important relationships later on.

Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. Count Castro looked up. “What is it?” he called out.

The door opened, and before the guard could speak, William Castro pushed past him and rushed in. “Father!”

Count Castro was confused at first. He saw his son, William, who was clearly furious. And behind William was Roman Dmitry, the man he had met at the party.

‘Why is Roman Dmitry here?’ he wondered, looking at his son with a puzzled expression.

Then, William Castro spoke, his voice shaking with anger. “Father! Do you know what Roman Dmitry, that awful man, did to me? He grabbed my face and threatened to kill me! Look! Can’t you see the marks on my face? Roman Dmitry, that terrible man, tried to break my jaw!”

Suddenly, the room became very tense. But Count Castro wasn’t angry at Roman. As he listened to his son, he looked completely shocked and worried.

‘This is not good,’ he thought.

Just a few minutes before, Count Fabius had told him how important Roman Dmitry was. Even though Roman was from a less important family, Count Castro knew he needed to impress him. And now, his son had just said something incredibly damaging.

Count Castro felt his head spin. Usually, he would be furious if anyone hurt his son. But this was Roman Dmitry, and that changed everything.

“Immediately bring Roman Dmitry—”

“Shut up!”

Count Castro interrupted him sharply. William Castro stared at his father, shocked. His father had never shouted at him before, and he had never seen him so angry.

“…Father?” William whispered.

“William! Do you understand who you have insulted? Roman Dmitry is a hero! He saved Cairo! You should be showing him respect. How dare you say such foolish things! Apologize right now! Apologize, or I will break your jaw myself!”

William Castro was completely speechless. He stood frozen, his mouth open. Count Castro grabbed his son by the back of his neck and pulled him forward.

Then, with a loud *thud*, he pushed William down in front of Roman. It was a dramatic move. He deliberately slammed his son down to make a point, then turned to Roman and said:

“I am very sorry,” Count Castro said quickly. “My foolish son has caused you trouble, Roman Dmitry. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I will punish him harshly so this will never happen again. Please, forgive us. And if you have time, would you like to join me for more tea?”

He quickly changed the topic. Count Castro thought that Roman would surely accept his apology now. He put on a forced smile, hoping to turn this bad situation into a chance to become friends with Roman.

But Roman’s face remained cold. He didn’t accept Count Castro’s friendly offer.

“What are you doing?” Roman asked, his voice hard. “Whether I accept your apology is my choice, not yours.”

Silence hung in the air. Count Castro looked flustered, while Count Fabius watched the situation from afar, holding his breath.

Count Castro had expected Roman to accept his apology immediately. Even though a noble from the capital had apologized first, Roman Dmitry spoke in a harsh and angry way.

“This problem started because of your son, William. William has been hurting my brother for no reason. If it was just some small jokes, I wouldn’t have gotten involved in children’s fights. But today, he said right in front of me that he would break Loren Dmitry’s arm. What would you do? If someone threatened to break your son’s arm, would you just do nothing?”

He was speechless. He never imagined he would touch Roman Dmitry’s brother.

Unable to come up with a quick answer, Count Castro broke out in a cold sweat.

“Words are important as soon as you say them. William was serious about hurting my brother, and I cannot ignore what I heard.”

“…So, what do you want me to do?” Count Castro asked, his voice strained. “I can’t break my own son’s arm, can I? Let’s be reasonable and find a solution so we can still be friendly in the future.”

Count Castro’s face showed a hint of anger. He knew his son was wrong. And he had apologized because it was Roman Dmitry. But Count Castro started to get really annoyed when Roman Dmitry kept pushing him so hard, a noble from the capital.

Hadn’t he already apologized many times? After saying sorry so much, Roman should have stopped to save Count Castro’s pride. But Roman Dmitry was acting like he wanted to fight until the very end.

Count Castro said, his voice tight with anger. “Tell me then. What exactly do you want me to do?”

Roman smiled slightly. *Like father, like son*, Roman thought. It wasn’t always true, but in this case, he could see where William Castro got his bad attitude from.

“William must go to my brother, kneel, and apologize. In front of everyone, he must confess what he did wrong in detail and ask for forgiveness. And then, he must withdraw from the Royal Academy. I don’t want trash like William in the same space as my brother.”

That was too much. Count Castro’s anger was about to burst, but Roman didn’t stop there.

“If you don’t like that, I’m willing to wage war. Either wage war against my family, or apply for a Great Warrior Battle right now. The choice is yours, Count Castro.”

Count Castro’s head spun. He was so shocked and angry that he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘Is he really talking about war with the Castro family?’ he thought.

The Castro family was important in the capital. They were powerful and used to getting their way. It was rare for anyone to be openly hostile to them. And Roman Dmitry was from the Dmitry family, a family from the borderlands. Even if he was a war hero, it seemed crazy that a family from the border would dare to challenge Castro.

Count Castro said angrily. “This is why ordinary people always cause trouble. Roman Dmitry, just because Marquis Benedict is interested in you, you think you are important now? That’s ridiculous! You are just the oldest son of the Dmitry family. Even if you are a strong swordsman who beat Butler, your family is nothing compared to Castro in a fight. Being part of the capital family means we have real power!”

Count Castro’s friendly tone vanished. Roman had gone too far. Even though Count Castro had wanted to be friendly, he couldn’t accept this insult. It was about his honor as a noble.

And Count Castro was sure that Marquis Benedict would support him, his old friend, rather than Roman.

“Count Fabius,” Count Castro said, turning to his friend. “You saw everything that happened here. I need you to do me a favor. If I have to deal with Roman Dmitry right now, please explain to Marquis Benedict what happened. Tell him that Roman Dmitry went too far, and I had to respond.”

Nobles always needed a good reason for their actions. Roman was someone Marquis Benedict liked. Defeating Roman wouldn’t be hard, but Count Castro needed to be ready for what might happen after. Count Fabius was the perfect witness. People trusted his word, and he was a good friend of Count Castro.

But then, Count Fabius cleared his throat. He looked away from Count Castro, avoiding his eyes. After clearing his throat again, he spoke, sounding uncomfortable. “Well, I saw what happened, and it’s clear that William is to blame. But asking me to be your witness… Count Castro, you shouldn’t do that. If your son is wrong, shouldn’t you make him face the consequences instead of trying to hide his mistake? I agree with Roman Dmitry.”

Count Castro’s heart dropped. He stared at Count Fabius, completely confused. Count Fabius still wouldn’t look him in the eye.

‘What is going on?’ Count Castro thought. This was a complete surprise.