The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 147

They called him the Beast of the North.

The name came from one terrible event.

Count Douglas had argued with some nobles nearby. While others argued about if he was right or wrong, Douglas challenged them to a duel without a second thought.

Then, he killed them all instantly.

People stared, shocked. Dark red blood sprayed out from the fallen nobles like a fountain, splashing onto the stone floor. A horrified silence fell over the arena.

After that day, whispers spread like wildfire about Count Douglas’s dangerous temper. “The Beast of the North,” they called him, and the nickname stuck.

It was a useful name to have. Now, even a small frown or a hint of anger from Count Douglas would scare people. They would quickly try to make them happy, desperate to avoid his legendary rage.

Time passed.

As time went on, Count Douglas enjoyed having such a fearsome reputation.

Because he was truly powerful, he lived comfortably as an arrogant man, at least in the North.

This time was no different.

The Northeast Association.

With Barco gone and the central government no longer protecting them, Count Douglas didn’t need to hide his arrogance when dealing with the Northeast.

He wasn’t too worried about Roman Dmitry.

First of all, they hadn’t had any problems with him. Count Douglas thought Roman was unlikely to interfere with his attack on the Northeast Association.

The plan was perfect.

As always.

He expected the other person to tremble and beg for forgiveness.

Trickle.

Blood flowed onto the floor.

The twin swordsmen, the pride of the Douglas family, lay motionless. The blood flowing from their bodies drew everyone’s attention.

He was confused.

He had been sure that they could defeat Roman Dmitry, but the fight had been shockingly one-sided.

One strike.

The twin swordsmen couldn’t even block a single attack before they died.

Knowing how dangerous their teamwork was, Count Douglas was even more shocked.

“Is this the skill that defeated the Continental Ranker?”

Beyond the heavens.

He looked up at the sky.

Roman Dmitry seemed impossible to defeat.

“I’ll give you a chance to call off the Daejeonsa battle, even now,” Roman said. “The war ended too quickly, even though you asked the central government to send observers. How about we have a special close combat battle instead?”

Roman’s words were absurd.

Even after winning the Daejeonsa battle, he was offering to call it off and have a close combat battle.

Count Douglas felt goosebumps.

Roman wasn’t just showing off his power. He was also punishing the lords of the North who dared to cross the Northeast without permission.

He was showing them how strong the Dmitry family was.

Roman was showing them the truth: Dmitry was stronger than they imagined. He was saying he would handle any challenge, no matter what.

Normally, Count Douglas would have blushed and gotten angry. But when he faced someone truly strong, he avoided eye contact.

“If we fight in close combat, many soldiers will die. It’s better to lose only five people.”

He looked at the bodies in front of him.

And the three trembling swordsmen.

He ignored them.

They looked at him desperately, begging him to save them, but Count Douglas avoided their eyes and said,

“Rules are rules. We decided to compete in the Daejeonsa battle, so let’s finish it that way.”

Roman smirked.

The people there knew what Count Douglas’s words meant.

Even though he had a chance to fight, he was giving up. This also showed the new ‘hierarchy’ from now on.

Dmitry was now in charge of the North.

Roman looked away and stared at the three terrified swordsmen.

“If that’s what you want, we’ll continue the Daejeonsa battle as planned.”

Death sentence.

Death fell.

The swordsmen representing the North couldn’t stand the fear of death and shouted,

“Do we really have to go this far?”

“The game is over. Can’t we just end it here?”

They were raising a white flag.

Surrendering without even fighting was a humiliating act that would ruin the North’s honor.

But still…

The lords of the North didn’t blame them.

The bodies in front of them proved that it was a hopeless situation, so they understood how the swordsmen felt.

Roman said,

“From the moment we decided to fight to the death, there’s no easy way to make everyone happy. Since one side has to bleed, the result will be cruel. If you really don’t want to fight, I’ll say that the warriors of the North raised a white flag like cowards. But if you have any desire to fight…”

Thud.

He threw his sword to the side.

The swordsmen of the North were shocked by the sword falling to the floor.

“From now on, I won’t use a sword as a handicap. If you’re too afraid to fight even me, I’ll let you crawl around like dogs and go back alive. Choose. Will you risk your life honorably and try to win, or will you throw away your pride as swordsmen to save your miserable lives?”

Everyone watching was confused.

First, he offered to call off the Daejeonsa battle. Now, he was saying he wouldn’t use a sword.

It was completely crazy.

Everyone knew Roman Dmitry was strong, but his arrogance made some people angry.

“Have hope. That’s how you’ll see what Dmitry is really like.”

The fork in the road.

This wasn’t just a message for the North.

Roman was trying to show the Northeast Association what Dmitry was like, the person they were trying to deal with.

“What should we do?”

“Damn it, I don’t know either.”

The swordsmen of the North looked at each other.

Roman was strong.

But being told to crawl around like a dog, and the promise not to use a sword… It shook their confidence.

Roman was clearly strong, but they didn’t want to back down in such a pathetic way.

To be honest…

Wouldn’t a swordsman without a sword be an easy fight?

“It’s all or nothing.”

“Don’t regret this choice.”

Finally.

They made a choice they couldn’t undo.

Knowing they couldn’t avoid responsibility if they retreated, they chose to fight with their lives on the line.

Everyone looked at the referee.

A nobleman from the central government.

When he nodded, the swordsmen of the North charged forward.

“Kill him!”

Their feet pounded on the ground, a frantic drumbeat against the tense silence.

There was no strategy.

Their opponent had no sword.

Since there was no way to block any attack, they chose to attack Roman at the same time.

People swallowed hard, seeing the powerful aura rising from all directions.

It seemed like Roman was in danger, but his unwavering expression made it impossible to believe what they were seeing.

Tap.

They reached him.

Three swordsmen.

They attacked different spots.

The swords, crackling with aura, aimed for his head, torso, and legs at the same time, showing their determination to end it now.

That moment.

Whoosh.

A sudden gust of wind seemed to swirl around Roman, making his hair dance around his face.

It was an astonishing display.

He moved quickly to the side, dodging the attack on his legs. He twisted his body, and a sword just missed him. Then, he caught the sword aimed at his head with his bare hand.

The sword glowed with a bright light, but Roman caught it with his bare hand.

Anyone would think his hand would be cut to pieces. But his hand glowed a little, and he held the sword without any problem.

And then…

Crack!

He shattered the sword.

A gasp went through the crowd. Roman’s eyes were cold as he looked at the shocked faces.

Wham!

Roman’s fist smashed into his face.

Teeth and blood sprayed as the swordsman attacking his head fell like a puppet with cut strings, and with a stomp, he crushed the skull of the swordsman aiming for his legs.

Using aura to protect their bodies didn’t help at all.

The fragile human body was instantly destroyed, and in a flash, two swordsmen lost their lives.

The last one.

He frantically backpedaled.

He opened his mouth, ready to beg for mercy.

“I don’t hate you. But you’re in my way.”

Snatch.

He grabbed his hair.

Dragging his head down, he slammed it straight into his face.

Crack!

A horrible sound echoed.

Releasing his grip, thick blood clung to his hand, and clumps of hair fell as the soulless body slumped to the ground.

It was over.

No one cheered.

People were speechless, unable to accept the reality before their eyes.

Roman looked at Count Douglas.

“Let’s conclude this matter here. Any objections?”

At those words…

Count Douglas simply shook his head, his face pale.

The incident was resolved.

Count Douglas admitted he lost and walked away. He looked weak and sad, very different from how he was before.

It should have been a joyous occasion.

The Northeast Association should have been celebrating their victory, but they couldn’t hide their pale faces, looking more like defeated soldiers.

“Hic.”

It was Baron Conrad.

He hiccuped.

As Roman approached him, his heart pounded wildly.

“Hic. Hic.”

His hands and feet trembled.

The issue with Count Douglas.

The Northeast Association was certain that their decision to involve the Dimitri family would yield the most ideal outcome.

They thought they could use the Dimitri family to control other strong people, like using one strong enemy against another.

They believed they would benefit no matter the outcome, using the enemy’s strength against themselves.

But…

This was too overwhelming, far too overwhelming.

The thought that the sword which had slaughtered the northern warriors might be aimed at his neck made his hiccups unstoppable.

“Hic, hic.”

‘Roman Dimitri was a monster. Defeating the Hector Kingdom wasn’t a stroke of luck; it was because a monster like him was holding the southern front that they could win. If we had chosen a full-scale war with the Dimitri family… we would have been completely destroyed, just like the northern warriors.’

It wasn’t a hypothesis.

It was a fact.

Even the lords of the north couldn’t handle it, so they brought in Dimitri, but they were dealing with an even greater monster.

The nobles of the Northeast Association were no different from Baron Conrad.

They couldn’t dare to look Roman in the eye, and they tried to hide their trembling hands, desperately trying not to show it.

Dimitri and the Northeast Association had never fought directly.

They had only engaged in indirect psychological warfare, and their conflict had caused no real damage.

And now…

“…You’ve really gone through a lot.”

Baron Conrad bowed his head.

Seeing his quick action, the other nobles rushed to Roman and paid their respects.

The Northeast region.

It was the moment when the hierarchy was clearly established, who was above and who was below.

A few days later, Roman summoned the nobles of the Northeast region.

In the old days, most would have refused to attend, but the nobles flocked in early in the morning, causing a commotion.

“Baron Conrad has arrived!”

“Baron Rolo has arrived!”

The Northeast Association rushed in at dawn.

People who used to scoff at Dimitri’s words when Barco was still strong now acted cautiously even towards Dimitri’s guards, like frightened children.

It was an unbelievable sight.

Sir Jonathan, who was in charge of controlling the gate, was genuinely surprised by the nobles’ drastically changed attitude.

‘Not only have all the nobles from the Northeast region attended without exception, but they’re acting like this? Is the tide turning?’

It was certain.

The Northeast region.

The nearby forces were showing respect to Dimitri.

Knowing that all of this was an achievement stemming from Roman Dimitri, Sir Jonathan felt his heart pounding after a long time.

Coming down to Dimitri, he had no regrets about pledging allegiance to Baron Romero, but no swordsman living as a swordsman would not desire a situation like this.

Sir Jonathan straightened his shoulders. Raising his voice, he greeted the nobles with a confident expression.

It was still before noon.

All the nobles had gathered.

The spacious conference room was filled with nobles, and their reactions were divided into two categories.

“Haha, did that really happen?”

“Please invite me next time. Shouldn’t we share the joy?”

The nobles who had followed Dimitri from the start were amiable.

Their choice to bet on Dimitri was right, and they could laugh and chat in Dimitri’s drawing-room.

In contrast…

The Northeast Association, including Baron Conrad, kept their mouths shut like criminals.

They only looked around nervously, and they no longer had the courage to raise their heads and voices like before.

At that moment…

“Young Master Roman Dimitri is entering.”

Everyone stopped moving, even the nobles who supported Dimitri.

They stopped the conversation they had been having and showed respect to Roman.

Roman Dimitri.

The one who had raised Dimitri’s status could not be treated simply as a young master of a noble family.

Creak.

Thud, thud.

Roman moved his steps, passing behind the nobles.

Roman Dimitri sat in the only seat of honor.

“I have been specially entrusted with full authority by my father for this meeting. Does anyone have any objections?”

No one dared to open their mouths.

The nobles in this place implicitly acknowledged Roman’s existence.

“Then, from now on, I will tell you about the new Northeast region.”

It was as if a new king had ascended the throne. From now on, it was time to introduce new rules befitting him.