The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 221

Paying back the money was not just a nice thing to do. Roman Dmitry had a plan. He knew exactly what he wanted from everything that had happened.

Roman Dmitry spoke slowly, his voice calm. “Remember when the people attacked your home? Remember the gold carriage? I told you then, Earl. I warned you that being too kind too soon would make people lose their fear. I said we wouldn’t know what they might do next. But you believed in them. You didn’t think people, even angry people, would attack a carriage in the middle of the city.”

Yes, it was a mistake. Even though some troublemakers made things worse, it was the people’s real problems that started everything. The Earl of London… he was a good man, really. He said he wasn’t a hero, but deep down, he was like his father – someone who cared. That’s why he made this mistake. He saw the world as a good place, so he couldn’t believe people would act in ways he thought were wrong or crazy.

“The Earl was too careless,” Roman continued. “If he wanted to fix a big problem by borrowing money, he should have only trusted himself. Because of his mistake, he broke his promise to my family, the Dmitry family. He couldn’t fix things with just 100,000 gold. If Golden Bank hadn’t paid for him, Redford would have been thrown into a terrible war. What would you have done then? Felt sorry? Come back to me, asking for more money, talking about your promise again? We both know that the family treasures and land you offered mean nothing. If we were counting debts, Golden Bank would have taken everything in London before we could even use your papers.”

The existence of collateral. From the beginning, he knew it was meaningless.

Once Golden Bank started leading the war, the property of London couldn’t assert its rights with a piece of paper. That’s what war is like.

They waged war to take everything from the loser, so what meaning would a document signed by the Earl of London, the owner of the land, have?

Knowing this fact, Roman Dmitry accepted the proposal. Even with the possibility of never getting the 100,000 gold back, this matter was worth accepting.

The attack on the carriage. He stood by.

If the Earl of London had died, his fate would have ended there.

Just like the Demonic Cult Scholar Yoo Hyun had died, he was merely paying the price for the choice he had made.

At that time, he would have given up the card of London and put forward a new suitable person to lead Redford.

“…I am sorry,” the Earl whispered.

Drip. Drip. Blood fell from his head onto the floor, making small, dark spots. He hadn’t taken care of his cut, and the room seemed to spin a little. But his eyes stayed fixed on Roman Dmitry.

“I know words are not enough to fix what I’ve done,” he said, his voice weak. “This whole thing between Redford and Dmitry… it’s unfair. I said I would take responsibility, but I haven’t. I lost money, and I made a terrible choice. So, tell me. I know you want something from me, Roman Dmitry. You didn’t save Redford and pay my debt for no reason. What is it?”

Eyes stained red. They were tainted with venom.

His kind eyes faced reality, and he realized that he couldn’t solve the problem in his own way.

London survived. If so, it was time to execute the plan he had initially intended.

Roman Dmitry said.

“The promise between Dmitry and Redford is valid. The 210,000 gold will not have a set deadline, but I will collect twice the price later. And what the Earl of London must do is clear. From now on, I intend to reveal the truth to the people. I will tell everyone that the Earl of London has been doing, that he was a patriot, not a traitor as people say. So…….”

From the moment they first met, Roman Dmitry had a picture in his head.

Seeing the Earl of London being taken advantage of to the point of foolishness, he judged that such foolishness would be helpful in the future.

The Cronos Empire. People who compromise with reality were beings that could never be antagonized.

Roman Dmitry looked directly at the Earl, his eyes serious. He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then, he said, “Earl of London… start a rebellion. Take the throne.”

The tavern in Redford was loud and crowded. It felt like a party. People who had been part of the riot were there, eating and drinking as much as they could. They were laughing and shouting, filled with a joy that was almost too much to hold. The air smelled of beer and cheap food, and the noise was deafening.

“Drink!”

“For Redford!”

Clang!

They clinked their glasses.

Jacqueline threw her head back and drank deeply from her beer mug, some of it spilling down her chin. Her face was flushed and hot from the drink and the excitement. She was truly happy, maybe happier than she had ever been. She remembered how people had grabbed her hands earlier, tears in their eyes, calling her a hero, the one who saved Redford. Just days ago, she was a nobody, a servant worrying about where her next meal would come from. Now, she was a hero. It felt unreal, like a dream.

The hand holding the beer glass was stained with blood. She had seen blood in the process of attacking the Earl of London and his soldiers, but she had no regrets about her actions.

‘I was just doing what was right for Redford.’

She was confident.

The Earl of London, who had collapsed bleeding from his head, had paid the price because he had committed such a wrong.

The traitor people spoke of. The trash who had coveted wealth while maliciously destroying competitors would have surely embezzled the country’s wealth and lived in luxury if he had been left alone.

She drank beer. People flocked around him, and everyone praised him as a hero.

“By the way, where did the tavern owner go?”

“Who cares? He said we could drink all the beer in the tavern, so let’s enjoy this moment to the fullest!”

The situation was settled. The tavern owner disappeared.

But since Jacqueline, the most important person, was there, people didn’t care much.

Attacking a noble was a huge crime.

There was a possibility of being arrested by the guards if they stayed in the capital, but Jacqueline and the people didn’t worry about that issue.

Jacqueline is Redford’s hero.

In a situation where people who received gold coins were shouting her name as if they would give their lives for Jacqueline, what would happen if they touched Jacqueline?

A riot would break out.

From the moment they attacked the Earl of London, people no longer endured.

“Jacqueline. You don’t have to worry about the guards. You saw it too. When we attacked the Earl of London, even the Aura Examiners collapsed powerlessly. In fact, those guys aren’t much either. If we push them with numbers, even if the Redford royal family sends troops, there’s no way they can arrest you.”

Roman Dmitry’s words were right.

One precedent broke down the wall.

The moment the fear of the opponent they had been looking up to disappeared, they were able to do anything.

People laughed and chatted. They didn’t think about the future.

Just for now, they wanted to enjoy the happiness that had not been allowed until now.

Just as Jacqueline started to laugh with the others, the tavern door crashed open with a loud BANG! The noise cut through the happy shouts like a knife. Everyone froze. Standing in the doorway were soldiers, their faces hard and cold. One of them, taller than the rest, spoke in a voice that echoed through the suddenly silent tavern. “Find Jacqueline,” he commanded. “Bring her to me.”

The happy shouts turned into screams. Chairs scraped back, and people scrambled to their feet, fear replacing joy in an instant. Jacqueline’s hero moment was gone, swallowed by the cold reality of the soldiers’ arrival.

People slammed their beer mugs on the tables. They grabbed the weapons they had ready and stood in front of the soldiers, blocking their way. The pub was filled with the smell of spilled beer and sweat, and the air was thick with smoke from pipes.

“You can’t touch Jacquelin!” someone yelled.

“You terrible people!” shouted another. “What have you ever done for us? You can’t touch Redford’s hero!”

Rage filled the pub like a fire. People’s faces turned red, and their fists clenched. Shouts of anger filled the air.

They had been drinking, and now they were angry. They raised their weapons high, even before the soldiers could make a move.

“Die!”

Whack!

It was a steel sword.

He got this sword by beating a soldier from the Earl of London. But he didn’t know how to use it well. It looked clumsy.

Yet, the man’s face showed he was very confident as he charged.

Having tasted victory once, they did not see the soldiers as a big threat.

In that instant.

Flash!

Blood splattered.

The man’s sword was sliced away, and his head flew into the air.

“Aargh!”

“H-his head flew off!”

People screamed.

A single strike.

Before they could even see it, the man’s head had fallen to the ground.

Only then.

Did the people realize the situation was not normal.

The soldiers who had stormed into the pub had Dmitry’s crest on their chests, not Redford’s.

“From now on,” Chris said loudly, his voice cold, “anyone who gets in our way will be killed right away.”

It was Chris.

The citizens of Redford did not know Dmitry’s laws.

Dmitry’s soldiers were known to be very cruel. Once they decided something, they showed no mercy to anyone. Chris, Roman Dmitry’s helper, was known to be very dangerous.

At first, some people charged, not understanding the situation.

But when they were all quickly defeated, the people could no longer bring themselves to charge.

They were terrified.

The people who had promised to protect Jacquelin moved back, as if they couldn’t stand being near Chris.

The path was opened.

Chris walked over and looked down at a man.

“Are you Jacquelin?”

Jacquelin swallowed hard. He was facing death.

He knew he might die, but remembering how he had been called a hero, he tried to look brave, but his hands were shaking a little. He hoped his voice wouldn’t tremble.

And then.

He tried to look brave as he faced death.

“Yes, I am Jacque….”

Whack!

“Kraaah!”

Chris grabbed Jacquelin’s hair.

As he was dragged, Jacquelin thrashed and screamed in pain.

In the end, he was just an ordinary man.

As pain filled his mind, the brave look he had just shown disappeared.

Thud!

He was thrown to the ground.

Jacquelin trembled with fear.

When he looked up, shaking, he saw Roman Dmitry looking down at him.

The soldiers quickly grabbed Jacquelin. They tied his hands and started dragging him out of the pub.

They dragged him to the plaza.

They grabbed his hair and dragged him for everyone to see, and the people watched him struggle in pain.

“Jacquelin is being dragged away.”

“Shouldn’t we help him?”

“You terrible people! How dare you touch Redford’s hero!”

The people were in an uproar.

People who didn’t know what was happening followed Roman Dmitry toward the plaza.

They looked very angry.

They wanted to attack Roman Dmitry and save Jacquelin, but seeing the Dmitry soldiers, they were too afraid to charge.

However.

Some people were brave.

They ran to different parts of the city and shouted so people could hear.

“Redford’s hero, Jacquelin, is being dragged away by Roman Dmitry! He saved us, even when the Redford royal family left us! Everyone, grab your weapons! Let’s show that awful group what happens when you touch Redford’s hero, that we don’t leave our hero!”

“Everyone must go to the plaza! Jacquelin is there!”

They shouted as loud as they could, not caring if they died. Their cries stirred the terrified crowds.

People grabbed weapons.

If they didn’t have weapons, they grabbed farming tools. If they didn’t have farming tools, they grabbed anything they could use as a weapon.

They looked very angry as they grabbed anything they could use as a weapon.

If Jacquelin died, they might have to give back the gold coins.

Since they didn’t want that to happen, they were willing to risk their lives to protect their safety and their hero.

Jacquelin was just a servant.

But when people called him a hero, he became a symbol.

“Jacquelin! Jacquelin!”

“Jacquelin! Jacquelin!”

“Jacquelin! Jacquelin!”

People shouted.

Groups formed in every alleyway, and everyone moved toward the plaza.

At the end of that surge was Roman Dmitry.

He made Jacquelin kneel and waited for everyone to arrive.

At first, people were confused. But then, whispers turned into angry shouts. More and more people started running towards the plaza, wanting to know what was happening to Jacquelin.

People flooded into the plaza.

The plaza was dusty and uneven. The sun beat down on the crowd, making them even angrier and more restless.

Seeing the crowd gathered with no space to move, Roman Dmitry thought about what he had said to the Earl of London.

“Remember that feeling sorry for someone is also a bias. When you think you can help someone, that person will use your feelings to pull you down. You should judge people based on what you see and hear, not on their situation. Just because you are a good person, it’s dangerous to think that everyone you help is also good.”

Maybe those were the words he wanted to say to Yoo-hyun.

He looked ahead.

The crowd was filled with anger.

Finally.

The perfect time to show the truth had come.