The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 130

In the grand hall, under the glittering chandeliers, there were unspoken rules in the world of nobles, lines drawn in invisible ink that no one dared to cross. Even amidst the fiercest disputes, especially with so many watchful eyes upon them, a noble was expected to maintain a veneer of courtesy, never uttering remarks that chipped away at another’s honor. To violate this basic code was to signal a descent into open warfare, a battle with no limits.

“What did you just say?”

Baron Conrad’s face became cold and hard.

He felt that Roman had crossed a line.

If they were alone, away from everyone’s eyes, Conrad might have tried to find a peaceful solution. But Roman Dmitry, who was just the eldest son, not even the head of the Dmitry family, had insulted him publicly. Conrad was very angry. Even if Dmitry was powerful in the northeast, Conrad could not ignore such disrespect.

“Yes, the Conrad family did remove Dmitry’s peasants,” Baron Conrad said, his voice rising. “But that land is ours! Do we have to ask the Dmitry family for permission every time we manage our own land? No matter how strong Dmitry thinks they are, we are not their servants. We don’t take orders from them!”

He emphasized “we,” and as if on cue, the nobles of the Northeast Alliance spoke up, adding their support.

“Baron Conrad is correct!” one noble shouted. “Even if there was a misunderstanding about the land, is it right for Roman to be so rude to Baron Conrad in front of everyone? This is not acceptable.”

Another noble added, “Roman, you are not the family head. If Baron Romero wanted to discuss this privately, Baron Conrad would have listened. But who are you to bring this up now? Just because you are the eldest son? That’s ridiculous! Baron Conrad is a family head himself. He deserves respect!”

The mood in the room changed quickly. The nobles of the Northeast Alliance, sensing an opportunity, all attacked Roman at once. They acted as if *he* was the one who had been rude and unfair.

*‘That’s typical of the Northeast Alliance,’* Roman thought to himself. *‘They usually keep to themselves, but when one of them is threatened, they all unite.’* He almost laughed. *If this were Marquis Benedict, or even the Barco family who are protected by the central government, would they dare to act like this?* No. Never.

Nobles were always calculating. They were treating the Dmitry family this way because they thought they could get away with it. Dmitry didn’t have the support of the central government. Any problems would likely be contained within the Northeast, so these nobles felt strong enough to challenge Dmitry. They felt safe in their numbers.

Seeing their behavior, Roman became even more sure of his plan. *‘These local nobles, including those in the Northeast, have become puppets of the central government. They will turn against Dmitry whenever the central government orders them to. I need to make a clear choice for them: either they are completely against us, or they become loyal to us.’*

Roman did not back down. His face hardened, and he looked directly at the hostile nobles.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Logically, this whole situation should not have become such a big problem. Not only the nobles from the Northeast Alliance, but even other nobles who were watching, looked surprised. Roman continued, his voice clear and strong.

“You call *my* words and actions rude? Let me ask you something. Since when is it acceptable in the Cairo Kingdom for a noble to interfere with the people of another noble’s land? Baron Conrad, the peasants you disturbed are *my* people. They live in Dmitry, they pay taxes to Dmitry, and they are loyal to Dmitry. Yet you interfered with them without even a word of warning. And *you* dare to call *me* rude?”

Roman’s words were so unexpected and went so far beyond what was considered normal that everyone was stunned into silence. Baron Conrad and the nobles of the alliance could not find anything to say.

Roman pressed on, “The reason I am truly angry is because Baron Conrad had the nerve to smile and act friendly after what he did. What do you think Dmitry is? You interfered with my people, and then you expected me to just smile and chat with you? If you thought that, you were very wrong. The Dmitry family has already talked about this matter in detail. My father has given me full power to deal with this, and I promise you, I will not let the Conrad family get away with this.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Baron Conrad stammered, finally finding his voice. Only now did panic start to show on the faces of the nobles, including Baron Conrad. They had thought Roman was just being bold, but now they realized they had walked right into a trap.

It was too late to turn back. Even if they wanted to avoid a serious fight now, they had already spoken out loudly in front of everyone. Pride kept them frozen. They knew that if they backed down to Dmitry now, everyone would see it as weakness. So, they remained silent, staring defiantly at Roman, pretending they were still right.

*That was exactly what Roman wanted.*

“So, you still refuse to apologize,” Roman said, his voice cold. “Very well. You are all showing everyone here that you believe it’s okay to interfere with another noble’s people. From this moment on, the Dmitry family will follow the same rule. If anyone not from Dmitry causes trouble on Dmitry land, we will punish them severely. It will be quite a spectacle. I know many of you who are criticizing me also trade with the Dmitry Merchant Guild. Let’s see if you still think this is a small matter then.” He had cornered them completely. They didn’t realize it, but from the beginning, this was a fight they could not win.

“Let’s take this to the end,” Roman declared. “Let’s see who is right and who is wrong. Dmitry will not back down.” Now, there was no turning back for anyone.

How did things get so out of control? Sometimes, life pushes you into situations you desperately want to avoid, situations where you feel forced into a corner. For Baron Conrad, this was one of those moments. *‘This is bad,’* he thought, a cold dread filling him. *‘The Dmitry family…’*

The nobles said no.

Even though Dimitri and his family were strong enough to defeat Barco and very rich in Cairo, the nobles would not accept them. The only reason was that Dimitri’s family were commoners, not nobles by birth.

To their faces, the nobles smiled and said nice things.

But as soon as Dimitri’s family turned around, they would curse Dimitri. That’s how nobles in the northeast were.

But even if the nobles didn’t truly respect Dimitri’s family, they knew Dimitri was powerful and not to be ignored.

Baron Conrad thought to himself, ‘If Roman is right, we will be the ones who suffer. The Dimitri family might lose some support from the nobles here, but they are already so powerful they could crush us. Roman Dimitri is not just good at fighting; he is clever like a fox. He knows talking won’t solve this, so he will try to defeat us with force.’

Baron Conrad rolled his eyes, feeling frustrated. He looked around at the other members of the association, hoping someone had an answer. But no one seemed to have a simple solution.

Everyone in the association knew the truth. The association was like a fence built because they were all weak.

If Dimitri, like a hunting animal, acted cruelly, they would have to suffer.

But Baron Conrad thought, ‘We cannot just give up.’

Giving in completely was not the way to find a middle ground.

To be stronger in the northeast later, they needed to show the association was powerful, even if they had to compromise a little now.

Suddenly, Baron Lawrence spoke, breaking the tense silence.

‘This time,’ he said, his voice clear, ‘Baron Conrad is wrong.’

“‘There is a proper way to do things,’ Baron Lawrence continued. ‘This is about the Dimitri family. Was it right to hurt them without even talking to them first? I would be angry if I were them. Conrad, you should admit you were wrong and apologize.’

Roman had not expected this at all.

Baron Lawrence remembered how Roman had helped him when he was in trouble.

Lawrence could not forget running everywhere, begging for help, sweating and desperate, while everyone ignored him.

“‘The nobles who usually joked and laughed showed no kindness at all when I was fighting Barco,’ Lawrence thought. ‘The Northeast Association is useless. From now on, I will support Dimitri. Even if it causes problems, Dimitri is better than these other nobles I can’t trust.’

Baron Lawrence felt grateful to Dimitri. He knew his words would make some nobles angry, but he spoke calmly, showing no emotion.

The mood in the room shifted suddenly.

It’s always hard to be the first to speak out.

But once Baron Lawrence had started, others who supported Dimitri also began to speak.

“‘Roman is right!’ one noble exclaimed. ‘If someone hurt my family, no noble would just ignore it!’

Another added, “‘Conrad, apologize to Roman now!'”

Baron Conrad felt foolish.

This was not how he had planned things at all.

He wanted to control the room and put pressure on Roman. But now that the nobles were split, he couldn’t act quickly or angrily.

Finally, Baron Conrad mumbled, ‘…I will be more careful in the future.’

It was a retreat.

He forced down his anger.

Turning quickly, he left the party hall, his face red with shame and anger, almost running away.

The incident was settled.

Baron Conrad and the Northeast Association left the party hall, and only the pro-Dimitri forces remained.

The atmosphere was friendly.

It was a fight where sides were already divided. Having taken Roman’s side, they remained firmly on Dimitri’s side.

Baron Lawrence said.

“‘Don’t worry too much about the Northeast Association. If they play any tricks because of this issue, the Lawrence family is ready to help Dimitri with anything. We have not forgotten the grace Roman showed us in the war with Barco.’

He raised his voice.

As Roman gained fame, Baron Lawrence accepted Roman Dimitri as someone to be treated as an equal.

How.

It was a funny relationship. At first, they were entangled in a broken engagement and blushed at each other, but the flow of life drew out Baron Lawrence’s loyalty.

Flora was no different. Her relationship with him had also changed smoothly, but after she left for the capital, he had not heard from her.

“‘Thank you. I will never forget today’s events.’

It was lip service. In fact, he was going to solve this problem alone, but there was no reason to reveal the truth and ruin the atmosphere.

People who would stand on Dimitri’s side.

They took risks. It was worth praising, and Roman deliberately stayed at the party and built enough rapport to make them believe that their choice was right.

Perhaps that’s why the atmosphere of the party was better than at the beginning. The nobles exchanged stories with bright faces, and when the atmosphere was completely ripe, Roman excused himself for a moment and met his father.

Baron Romero said.

“‘……Is it really okay to handle things so extremely? It is very encouraging that a majority of the nobles are on our side, but the Northeast Association is also a number that cannot be ignored. They will never back down like this.’

He was worried. Roman’s method. He trampled on the pride of the nobles.

Nobles were a race that would risk their lives for their pride, and he felt that he had pushed the opponent too hard.

Roman said.

“‘Father. In order to clearly organize the ranks, the opponent must do their best. They can accept the difference with the Dimitri family when they feel extreme anger and do their best to hit us, but feel a sense of helplessness that they really can’t do anything. And I don’t think the Northeast Association will back down like this either. Rather, that’s the situation I want. They have to band together and struggle to bring down Dimitri in any way, so that I can complete my plan.’

Roman’s prediction was correct. At that time. The Northeast Association gathered in one place. For them, they could not simply ignore the humiliation at the party.