The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 208

Roman Dmitry sat on a large wooden desk, covered in papers and files. The emergency bell, bright red, hung on the wall, clanging loudly.

Roman Dmitry, examining Brakan’s files, asked, “If Ecorche fails in their assassination attempt and is destroyed, how will the assassination industry react?”

This was a strange question, and Brakan didn’t understand what he meant.

Brakan cautiously watched Roman Dmitry. He couldn’t understand why Roman had pressed the emergency bell or why he wasn’t running away.

Roman Dmitry was as crazy as people said. Most people don’t get this angry when someone tries to kill them. From his question, Brakan guessed Roman wanted to destroy Ecorche. Maybe Brakan could still win!

He thought hard.

He couldn’t be sure how many enemies there were. There might be more enemies gathered outside the office than he thought, but that wasn’t likely.

Brakan had paid the information guild to find out about Dmitry, and he had received the information yesterday.

Roman Dmitry’s location was unknown.

Instead, he learned that Roman’s subordinates were in Dmitry. Chris, Kevin, Henderson, and others were all there, and there were no reports of any troops moving separately.

That meant Roman Dmitry was probably acting alone.

Maybe he was trying to stop Ecorche from running away. It seemed reckless, not a typical choice, but it was a possible guess considering what Roman Dmitry had done so far.

Brakan said, “If Ecorche is destroyed, the assassination industry will be turned upside down. Ecorche is the best assassination guild, except for Black Castle and White Moon. You can’t be so relaxed about that.”

He changed his tone and tried to look bigger and stronger. He wanted to make Roman Dmitry feel like he had to prove himself.

“You hear that bell? That’s my men coming! There are many of them, not just these few. You really think you can beat them all? Roman Dmitry, I admit you’re strong, but the longer you stay here, the more Chronos troops and assassins will come.”

He was trying to buy time. People who want to compete will try to prove themselves instead of running away.

If that happened, things would go as planned. The Ecorche guild members would beat Roman Dmitry because there were so many of them.

However, Roman replied, “The remaining forces at Ecorche’s base are about thirty. If we don’t count those out on missions, that’s all you can use right now. Brakan, I hope that’s not all you’ve got.”

Brakan felt goosebumps. He couldn’t hide his surprise that Roman already knew Ecorche’s strength.

Tap tap. The sound of footsteps came from afar. Then, silence. A heavy, waiting silence before the door burst open.

As if he had been waiting, Roman Dmitry stood up with a cold look on his face.

The guild members stormed in. The first thing they saw was Roman Dmitry and Brakan bleeding on the floor.

“Master!”

“Attack!”

No one needed to explain. The assassins rushed in, throwing daggers from all directions to make Roman defend himself. Then they attacked him at the same time.

It was a well-coordinated attack. One assassin lunged for his head, while another slashed at his right side. A third kicked low at his legs, and a fourth threw a dagger at his chest.

It was a scary sight. Roman Dmitry swung his sword, deflecting all the daggers. At the same time, he grabbed the head of an assassin rushing at him, dragged him over, and slammed his face into the wall.

Kwajik. A chilling sound was heard. Blood sprayed onto the wall as the assassin fell. Roman Dmitry moved quickly, dodging more daggers that flew at him.

His eyes met his opponent’s, and a flash of light blew the opponent’s head off. Then, staying close to the body, he smashed the opponent’s face with a single punch.

Thwack!

The human skull is hard, but Roman Dmitry’s strength was too much. The assassins and Roman Dmitry fought in the small space.

Some of the assassins used aura and were experts in fighting in tight spaces.

Rumble!

The aura exploded. Assassins with aura rushed forward, while others moved along the walls, attacking from blind spots. Daggers flew without stopping.

Normally, someone would get hurt, but Roman Dmitry didn’t even flinch. He dodged daggers coming from three directions. The assassin who tried to stab him was beheaded before he could.

The assassins who rushed in from the side didn’t last long either. Roman Dmitry used one body as a shield against the daggers and kicked another guy in the face, smashing it.

Blood splattered everywhere, turning the walls crimson. One by one, bodies piled up. The assassins, who had been confident at first, realized that things were going wrong.

Something was wrong. Roman Dmitry was strong, but he hadn’t used his aura at all. They realized that something was wrong because he was fighting so many assassins with just his physical strength.

But in the world of assassination, there was no turning back. They knew that one step back meant it’s over.

In the end, shwick—the last assassin’s head was blown away. A terrified face floated in the air, and the body knelt down.

It only took five minutes for the assassins Ecorche was so proud of to die.

Brakan was speechless. It was shocking. He tried to attack with his one arm during the battle, but Roman Dmitry was too strong. His head was spinning. He couldn’t understand how Roman Dmitry was winning without using aura.

But he knew that whenever blood splattered, the assassins died.

Thud, thud.

Roman Dmitry ignored Brakan.

He flicked the dark blood from his sword, the droplets splattering on the stone floor. Ignoring Brakan’s fallen body, Roman Dmitry walked towards the heavy vault door behind him.

And then…

Snikt.

He cleaved it in two with a single stroke.

Ecorche’s vault was not only made of steel but also reinforced with the enchantment of wizards, making it impossible to destroy with mere physical force.

Yet, it was cut open with absurd ease.

The steel fell away, revealing the contents stored within, and Roman Dmitry examined the documents.

‘Ecorche is an assassination group with the Chronos Empire as its primary client. Not only can I learn about assassination attempts against me, but I can also guess what Chronos is planning by looking at who they want to kill.’

Thwack.

He flipped through the documents.

Past the unimportant figures, a piece of information caught his eye.

[First-Class Assassin Calderon Drake]

[First-Class Assassin Count London]

Two figures.

Names well-known to Roman Dmitry.

Calderon Drake was the eldest son of the Drake family, and his father, Marquis Drake, was a pivotal figure in the Umberto Kingdom.

The head of the military.

In a situation where the country was shaken by continuous war, he was a staunch figure who insisted on no compromise with Chronos.

People said…

The moment Marquis Drake knelt on the battlefield, the Umberto Kingdom would fall into chaos.

But what if…

What would happen if Marquis Drake’s son died?

Even now, those who spoke of compromise with Chronos were gaining traction, and Marquis Drake would surely believe it was the work of traitors.

It was a simple way to bring down the Umberto Kingdom.

The Chronos Empire could weaken the Umberto Kingdom from the inside easily, without even fighting Marquis Drake directly.

And Count London.

The wealthy magnate of Redford, contrary to his reputation as a miser, was a hero who secretly aided the country.

The enormous debt created by the King.

Count London was working tirelessly to resolve it.

He knew fighting with Golden Bank would be a disaster that could not be fixed. So he used his own money to stop things from getting worse for the country.

The amount of wealth he had already poured into such efforts was astronomical.

If he were to fall, Redford, like Umberto, would fall into chaos.

The names of these two figures.

They alone revealed Chronos’s intentions.

They were not trying to defeat their enemies through direct warfare, but rather to induce conflict within the opposition.

Slowly.

If they gnawed away from the inside…

Even if the entire Kingdom Alliance joined forces, there would be no way to stop Chronos’s attack.

Whoosh.

He incinerated the documents with Samadhi Fire.

Then…

“Is there any way for me to survive?”

It was Brakan.

No sign of hostility could be found.

Having admitted defeat.

Roman Dmitry looked down at him with an exceedingly polite demeanor.

“No.”

With those words…

Snikt.

Roman Dmitry severed his opponent’s head.

At that moment…

Cort ran, each step sending jolts of pain through his head. His lungs burned, and his legs felt like lead, but he pushed himself harder.

The cold dawn air tore at his wounds, but Cort gradually forgot the pain with a strong desire.

Snap.

‘Roman Dmitry. I will definitely have my revenge.’

Living as an assassin…

He might forget favors, but he never forgot grudges.

Leaving him alive…

Was a terrible mistake.

Cort arrived not at the Chronos Empire, but at a certain territory.

“What in the world happened to you?!”

It was the Cairo branch of the Assassin Guild, Dante.

A group led by the special assassin Dante, they had a friendly relationship with Ecorche.

Depending on the situation, they would join forces or provide assistance such as offering safe houses in dangerous situations.

Dante’s eyes widened.

Cort was a monster that even he couldn’t approach, but his appearance was so miserable.

“No time! Communicator! Magic communicator, now!”

From Dmitry to Chronos.

Time was running out.

Thinking that he couldn’t resolve the situation on foot, Cort was going to use the magic communicator to convey the situation.

It was the best decision.

He brought a communicator that even provided video, and immediately connected to Ecorche.

“It’s not connecting?”

“Damn it!”

The situation was unusual.

If Ecorche didn’t answer…

The next best thing was the client.

[Judging by your appearance, it seems the mission failed.]

Beyond the screen…

The face of the client, Baron Charlton, appeared.

Cort spoke in a hurried voice.

“Roman Dmitry anticipated our plan and set a trap! The assassins of Ecorche who attacked Dmitry are all annihilated, and Roman Dmitry has crossed the border of the Chronos Empire to attack Ecorche’s headquarters. Baron Charlton, now is the opportunity! If you move Chronos’s forces and send them to Ecorche’s headquarters, you can deal with Roman Dmitry!”

He shouted desperately.

Even with Cort’s words, spoken with veins bulging in his neck, Baron Charlton’s expression did not change much.

[Is that all?]

In that moment…

Cort’s expression hardened.

He was overcome with an unknown sense of foreboding.

A single possibility flashed through his mind.

“…No way.”

The Chronos Empire…

From the beginning, they did not expect Ecorche to succeed.