The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 181

His hand went weak.

He watched the communicator break on the floor.

“Where did I go wrong?” he thought.

He thought about the past.

It started after the Ranking Match.

Duke Benedict, leader of the Nobles, went to Roman Dmitry and told him to choose a side.

This started a big fight.

Benedict thought he was right to do this.

He had helped Roman for over a year.

But Roman said he would be on his own.

If Benedict did nothing, the Nobles would lose respect, and their power would fall apart.

He had to stop Roman before he became too strong.

Benedict believed he made the right choice, but Roman bravely fought back in Kairos.

Was it wrong to attack their main place?

If he kept all his soldiers in Benedict instead of sending some to Dmitry, would things be different?

No, he thought again.

Even with many soldiers, they could not destroy Dmitry when it was empty.

Focusing on Benedict wouldn’t have changed anything.

From the beginning, they were too weak compared to Roman.

Looking back, Benedict realized one thing: ‘Roman Dmitry made all my plans useless.’

Think about it.

The plan in Kairos and the trick in Benedict should have worked.

They had the power to win.

Normally, the White Swordsman could beat ten people easily.

But they couldn’t even beat one person.

Roman Dmitry alone killed a hundred.

No matter how hard he planned, it didn’t matter.

Roman was just too strong.

That’s why they lost.

Like Kairos was afraid of the Empire, the Nobles chose the wrong enemy from the start.

It was finished.

Looking at the broken communicator, Duke Benedict felt very afraid.

‘If I stay here, I will die.’

Roman, the monster from Kairos, was coming.

Benedict woke up from his thoughts and said quickly, “Benedict Castle is lost! We must run and get help from the Chronos Empire to win back. Hurry! If we are caught, the Nobles are finished!”

“Y-yes,” the nobles said, their faces white.

Many soldiers were still in Benedict Castle.

They were told to fight until they died, but the leaders didn’t care about them.

They were just soldiers to be used and thrown away.

If the leaders could live and control the Kairos Royal Family with help from the Chronos Empire, they could always get more soldiers later.

They walked faster.

Luckily, they had made a secret tunnel for times like this.

It was a way to escape without being seen.

A little hope came back in the middle of the chaos.

How long had they been running?

He was gasping for air.

His heavy armor, which he wore to look good, felt heavy, and sweat covered his face.

The nobles, who usually complained about everything, were quiet.

They thought Roman, the monster from Kairos, might be behind them if they slowed down.

They pushed forward, even pushing each other.

Finally, they reached the end of the tunnel.

Duke Benedict, in front, saw bright light after the dark tunnel.

His face turned white.

Drip, drip.

Blood fell from a sword.

Above a dead body, a man sat, using the body as a chair.

He looked at Duke Benedict and stood up.

His face showed nothing.

“You are too late, Duke Benedict,” he said.

It was Kevin.

Duke Benedict’s choice was clear.

If they lost, he would not just give up and die bravely.

For the last week, Kevin had learned all about the secret tunnels.

Kevin and soldiers were guarding one tunnel, and Benedict came out of that exact tunnel.

Benedict felt his heart freeze.

Even though Kevin looked young, Benedict remembered how scary Kevin was in Kairos.

‘The monster of Dmitry!’

Roman had sent two swordsmen.

Kevin was one of them.

Benedict could not forget seeing Kevin attack hundreds of soldiers.

He swallowed hard.

He quickly hid behind his guards and shouted in a scared voice, “Attack now! Kill them!”

The guards were also scared.

They looked at each other for a second, unsure, but they had to obey Duke Benedict.

Kevin didn’t move.

Seeing him just stand there, one knight became angry and ran forward.

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

About ten knights, risking their lives, swung their swords at Kevin.

Their faces showed their fear.

Then, *thwack!*

A head fell.

Blood sprayed as Kevin’s sword went deep into another knight’s chest.

He moved quickly, dodging all the attacks.

Swords cut his hair, but Kevin didn’t even notice.

He was small and fast.

He pushed his sword up into a knight’s face.

*Thunk.*

The knight made a choking sound, his mouth bubbling with blood.

His eyes went blank, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Only Kevin moved.

The other soldiers behind him just watched, their faces blank.

It was so shocking, they couldn’t even think.

The knights attacked Kevin wildly, but he defeated them one after another.

A right hand was cut off, then a left hand.

One knight turned to run, his face full of fear.

Kevin jumped on his back and cut his throat.

The Monster of Dmitry.

The stories were true. It was a massacre.

The battlefield was a horrible sight. Blood soaked the ground, turning the grass dark red. Bodies lay scattered like broken dolls.

Duke Benedict and the nobles who supported him ran without looking back. They didn’t care about anyone but themselves.

Behind them, the escort knights were left alone.

They were just used like pawns, thrown away when they were no longer needed.

The knights glared at the backs of the fleeing nobles, their eyes full of anger. But the nobles just kept running, disappearing into the distance.

But then.

Kevin did not chase after the nobles.

He simply ended the lives of the struggling escort knights, not hurrying at all.

After all.

Duke Benedict was just a rat in a trap.

“Haa, haa.”

Duke Benedict gasped for breath.

He abandoned his soldiers.

He abandoned his escort knights.

He didn’t think it was cowardly.

They existed only for him, so he felt no guilt as he ran.

The problem was.

“You son of a…!”

At the new escape route.

Another person stood there.

It was Chris.

The swordsmen who followed Roman Dmitry didn’t fight in the main battle.

They knew the enemy would fall as soon as the castle walls were broken. So, they had special orders to block any escape route Duke Benedict might use.

In this war, no one who rebelled could be allowed to live.

They knew their fate would show everyone what happens to traitors in the future.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Chris walked closer.

Duke Benedict quickly turned to run the other way.

Seeing him flee, Chris ignored Duke Benedict and grabbed the other nobles.

Thwack.

“Kraaah!”

A scream echoed.

Chris killed the nobles of the noble faction right there.

He stabbed them slowly on purpose to make them scream more. Duke Benedict covered his ears as he ran.

He felt like he was losing his mind.

He couldn’t believe that he, who had been so powerful, had been defeated. He felt very afraid.

Everywhere he went.

There were Roman’s men.

Many nobles who had followed him died one by one whenever they met a new obstacle.

His face was covered in tears and snot.

Duke Benedict made a promise to himself as he ran, and then another promise.

‘Yes, laugh at me all you want. If I somehow survive this, I will get revenge, no matter what it takes, even if I have to bring in the Chronos Empire. Then, even if you beg me to save you, I will tear everyone who followed you to pieces right in front of you.’

The desire to live.

He used revenge to keep himself going.

His feet were blistered.

His toenails broke.

He got scratches on his body as he pushed through the bushes, but he didn’t care about such small pains.

After running like that for a while.

Duke Benedict saw hope.

‘It’s here.’

Under the rock.

A small gap was visible.

The animal waste around him smelled terrible, a thick, sickening smell of old animal waste and damp earth, but saving his life was the most important thing now.

He didn’t wait at all.

He hid himself under the rock, then dragged the soil mixed with waste and smeared it all over his body.

He pressed his body as close as possible to the corner so the fancy decorations wouldn’t be seen, and he held his breath.

It was okay if it was pathetic.

Duke Benedict’s desire to live was stronger than ever.

The sun went down.

In his life.

The night was black and silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant cries of animals. Every shadow seemed to hide an enemy. There had never been a night so long.

He shivered from the hunger and cold, but he covered his mouth whenever he heard people nearby.

“Hiss.”

Roman’s soldiers.

They walked around.

They seemed to be checking the area like they were searching for lice, but they didn’t seem to think of this place where animal waste was everywhere.

Duke Benedict was a symbol of power.

Even though he was close to death, they couldn’t imagine he would hide himself by covering his body in waste.

Tears filled his eyes.

He got used to the terrible smell, but his situation was so awful.

‘Roman Dmitry. It’s all because of that guy. The throne of Cairo was right in front of me, but I ruined everything because of him. I can never fall. I must survive and take the throne of Cairo.’

His body trembled.

He kept losing consciousness, but he fought it by biting the inside of his mouth.

It was then.

“…Duke Benedict. It’s all over now. Please come out.”

It was a voice he knew.

Baron Owen.

It was definitely him.

Duke Benedict almost screamed, but he quickly covered his mouth.

This was clearly a trick to use prisoners to find him.

If that wasn’t the reason, they would have just dragged him out.

“Benedict Castle has been captured. All the nobles have been arrested, and no leaders escaped. Duke, it’s over for us. Even your family is being dragged out like dogs and begging for their lives. So please, Duke, convince Roman Dmitry.”

It was a desperate voice.

The voice was far away at first.

The more he spoke, the closer he got.

“Don’t you know it, Duke? There is no way to escape. Roman Dmitry knew we would escape and blocked all the routes. Didn’t you feel something strange while escaping? We are being made fun of. There was no way to escape from the start.”

His blood ran cold.

It was as if he knew where he was.

At that moment.

Along with the sound of someone struggling, a terrified voice pierced his ears.

“You son of a bitch! Do you think people don’t know you’re hiding there? I was told they would spare my life if you showed yourself, but you are selfish to the end. Please, go to hell… Ack.”

It was the sound of death.

Duke Benedict’s face turned white.

Only then did he realize.

His location was known from the start.

Roman Dmitry knew, but he let him escape on purpose.

Blood flowed on the floor.

Baron Owen’s blood soaked Duke Benedict’s clothes.

And.

“Come out.”

Roman Dmitry’s voice.

Duke Benedict closed his eyes tightly, his heart sinking.