The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 161

This was a time of great war, a fight between good and evil.

In those times, war was everywhere, and fighting was normal.

Baek Jung-hyuk had defeated all the good warriors who attacked like a flood. He looked at the Mad Demon, who was covered in blood.

“…Hoo, hoo,” the Mad Demon breathed heavily.

He breathed in a shaky way, like his lungs were hurt. Blood, his own and his enemies’, ran down his face, and he couldn’t tell which was which.

The Mad Demon roughly wiped away the blood with his sleeve.

His strengthless body faltered, but with eyes alive like a beast, he stabbed his sword into the corpses of the righteous one by one.

“Cough!”

Among them, occasionally, there were survivors.

Only after making sure everyone was truly defeated did the Mad Demon kneel down, tired.

“Are you alright?”

“…I am alright.”

The Mad Demon straightened his posture.

Baek Jung-hyuk had only asked about his condition, but the Mad Demon tried to appear as composed as possible.

Pain shot through his body like fire with every breath. He clenched his teeth, fighting to stay awake as darkness tried to pull him under.

He felt a pang of regret.

If the child, who had nothing, had not met him, could he have lived a slightly more ordinary life?

Baek Jung-hyuk spoke.

“A fighter’s life is never easy. They always have to fight and try to live. Only then can they survive in this dangerous world. Do you regret choosing to follow me?”

“I do not regret it.”

“It seems like destiny wants us to take over the martial world. If no one becomes the strongest, people will always fight for power and try to kill each other. As the leader of the Demonic Group, it’s my job to protect my people. But you are different. If you want to go back to a normal life now, I will help you. I will give you enough gold and jewels to live well forever, a safe home, and I will make sure no one knows about your past so you will be safe.”

He looked at the Mad Demon.

People called him crazy, but when Baek Jung-hyuk looked at him, he still remembered the day they first met.

Back then, the Mad Demon had no choice.

For him, following Baek Jung-hyuk was his whole world. He fought hard every day, and soon people started calling him the Mad Demon.

The Mad Demon shook his head.

“As you say, I may not have any obligations. But I don’t care about why this war started or who wants what. When I was completely lost and hopeless, you were the only one who helped me. That is all. I will do it because it is what you desire, and I will fight with my life against those who threaten you.”

He smiled brightly.

His blood-stained teeth showed the Mad Demon’s present.

“Please do not abandon me. Just knowing you believe in me is enough for me to stay with you forever.”

At that moment, Baek Jung-hyuk thought about the people who believed in him.

Just as they showed blind faith towards him, he would show them corresponding faith.

He didn’t worry about being betrayed later.

Fighters never know when they will die. So, Baek Jung-hyuk focused on what was important right now.

That was all.

Baek Jung-hyuk, no, Roman Dmitry, because he remembered his past life, he did not turn a blind eye to the sincerity of those who believed in him.

The battle was over, but its shadow lingered. While the Mad Demon and Baek Jung-hyuk discussed their future amidst the carnage, in a quiet corner of Dmitry’s lands, Hans returned to his simple room.

Hans went back to his room.

It was small.

It was so small that only one person could live there.

The Dmitry family had asked Hans many times if he wanted a bigger room, but Hans always said no.

Other people might think it was small and plain.

But this room made Hans feel safe and calm because he had lived here since he joined the Dmitry family.

Plop!

He sat on the floor.

Looking around the room, which had no bed, he saw traces of Roman Dmitry everywhere.

A broom leaning against the wall.

Roman often took walks in the morning, so Hans would wake up earlier and sweep the walkway with a broom.

No one ordered him to do it.

Even if Roman skipped his walk due to other business, Hans always kept the walkway clean in case of any unexpected things.

And when he returned to his room, he would take out the items in the cupboard next to the broom.

If Roman sweated a lot, he would prepare a towel, and if he wanted to take a shower, he would prepare the things he needed. Things that had nothing to do with him filled the cupboard.

A blanket was spread on the floor.

His body did not accept a soft bed, and there was a calendar at his bedside, filled with Roman’s schedule.

‘Tomorrow is the day of the regular meeting.’

Roman’s schedule. He recorded everything.

On meeting days, he prepared and presented the data, and in case there was a shortage of ink and paper in the office, he prepared supplies.

And he checked the recent developments of the people attending the meeting to see if there were any surprises.

If there were no changes, they were things Roman wouldn’t notice, but Hans tried to take care of everything so Roman would feel comfortable.

Hans’s replacement. There was a reason why Murphy was complaining.

At first, he thought he only had to do small jobs, but Hans’s day was busier than he thought.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped.

He smiled faintly.

It was a worn-out toy.

When Roman was a child, he had once given Hans, who took care of him every day, his favorite toy as a gift.

He probably wouldn’t remember.

The children of nobles had many toys, and this was just one of them.

But Hans could not forget that moment.

“…Young Master.”

Roman’s painful childhood made his heart ache.

Baron Romero didn’t want power just for the sake of it. But when he was not a noble, he worked very hard every day. He wanted to be more than just a common person.

He was so busy he didn’t have time for his son.

Each day was the same for Baron Romero. He went to iron mines, met with blacksmiths, and talked to customers. Lihanna, his wife, was always rushing around, trying to manage everything for him.

Because his parents were so busy, Roman was not noticed much.

They tried to be good parents in their own way. But Roman was young and needed attention. He had to learn to live by himself.

Then, something changed…

Baron Romero became a noble.

Baron Romero gave his son many presents. He wanted to make up for not being there for him before. But by then, Roman Dmitry had already changed for the worse.

Power and money were now the most important things to him. He used them to cause trouble.

Roman had lived feeling like he was neither a commoner nor a true noble. Now, he drank too much alcohol, shouted loudly, and tried to get attention. He was trying to fill the empty feeling inside him.

Hans understood this about Roman.

Hans was also raising his own son. So, he looked after Roman, even when Roman acted badly. He did this until the very end.

Even when others spoke badly about Roman, Hans still cared.

Hans always remembered Roman giving him toys and smiling brightly when he was younger.

“…Hngh.”

Drip, drip.

Tears fell.

Strong feelings rushed through him.

He was just a servant.

Most nobles looked down on servants. So, Hans was very happy that Roman remembered his hard work.

He felt he didn’t deserve such kindness.

He had heard stories from other servants. Many of them had nobles who would get angry even for small mistakes. Nobles who would never thank them like Roman Dmitry did.

But today…

Roman had told him what was in his heart.

Roman said he was not just someone who gives, but someone who can also receive.

“Hngh, hngh.”

The tears kept coming.

A servant.

Born as someone low in society.

Everyone knew this was true. No one could change it.

That was his life.

But Roman treated him like a real person.

Maybe it was because Hans had always given kindness without getting any back. But now, he was receiving kindness. This made him cry and cry.

The carriage, the guards, the gifts from nobles, the letter for his granddaughter to go to a good school.

These things were not the most important.

It was the feeling behind them.

Roman Dmitry had seen his true heart. This made Hans cry so much. He had held back his feelings for so long.

He wasn’t sad.

Really, he wasn’t sad. But he couldn’t stop crying.

He cried and cried.

Usually, a servant would hide his crying, afraid someone would hear.

But now, he let his feelings out. He didn’t care if anyone saw.

That day, until very late at night.

Hans could not sleep.

Roman Dmitry told everyone not to bother Hans that night. So, no one did.

News of the birthday party spread quickly.

It wasn’t planned, but what happened that day showed everyone again how much Roman Dmitry cared about people.

In the Phoenix Magic Tower.

The leaders of the magic tower met. They talked about the birthday party.

“…Well,” said one leader, Knox, “I’m not sure how to say this. When I first came to Dmitry, I complained about what the Archmage was doing. Why would he come all the way to this faraway place just to earn money? Even if the Phoenix Magic Tower wasn’t as strong as before, it shouldn’t be this bad. But now, after seeing what has happened recently, I sadly know that I was wrong.”

Knox spoke honestly. Everyone in the room was looking at him.

“Roman Dmitry, our new lord, has done so much for the Phoenix Magic Tower. He carefully helped us move here, gave us a lot of money, and even prepared land for our tower to be built in the future. We haven’t done anything for him yet. I thought, in a selfish way, that maybe he was just investing in us to get something back later. The Frank Kingdom was like that, wasn’t it? They acted like they would give us everything, but as soon as the Archmage disappeared, they treated us like we were worthless and just took their money.”

These negative views came from bad experiences in the past.

Knox, who was about fifty years old, always thought people helped others for a reason. But after hearing about the birthday party, he felt like he had been woken up suddenly.

“Lord Roman Dmitry is different,” Knox continued. “A noble’s eldest son has nothing to gain from being kind to a servant. That’s just how it is, even if it’s unfair. But our lord held a big party for Hans just because Hans is one of his people. Whether he is truly kind or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he tries to be good to his people. That’s enough for me to follow him.”

For the last three years, the Phoenix Magic Tower had been falling apart.

The Archmage was missing. Felix, who was acting leader, seemed weak. There was no hope for the future of Phoenix.

But now, everything was changing.

Since coming to Dmitry, Knox had felt happier than he had in years.

“Archmage,” Knox said, “I am very sorry for everything.”

Until now, Knox had called Felix just by his name.

He had been polite, but he had not called him Archmage.

“You were right, Archmage,” Knox said. “You led the Phoenix Magic Tower in the right direction when it was collapsing. We have finally found the right path to take. From now on, I will completely follow you. I want to be someone you and our lord can trust. Please forgive my past mistakes and guide us mages well in the future.”

He bowed his head deeply.

Knox was a very important leader among the mages.

When he said he would follow Felix, it meant that the Phoenix Magic Tower was now fully under Felix’s leadership.

Felix smiled gently.

He understood why Knox had acted this way.

Felix knew Knox also cared about Phoenix. He accepted Knox’s apology and loyalty.

“I understand,” Felix said. “We will have a new life here in Dmitry, different from anything before.”

That day.

The Phoenix Magic Tower became united.

People had said Phoenix had no future. But now, they had someone to look to, someone they hadn’t had before.

It was all because of Roman Dmitry.

And so, the Phoenix Magic Tower started to become strong again.