The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 266

When Sven’s sword cut through skin, Kevin suddenly remembered everything.

It was like a dark, empty room inside his mind.

He was in a space where nothing was real, just darkness.

The battle he had just fought with Sven for Dimitri, and everything before that, felt far away, as if it had nothing to do with him.

How long had he been there?

As he wondered why he was in such a place, memories rushed into his mind like a strong storm.

He blinked.

Kevin saw some men barging into his house.

Crash!

The furniture inside the house was destroyed.

The men, with angry faces, smashed everything they saw. Then, they grabbed his father’s hair as he tried to stop them.

His father was very important to Kevin.

His father, who would have done anything for him, was now being dragged around helplessly and slapped. It was a shocking sight.

He was furious.

He wanted to shout and rush at them, but he could not move his feet.

Then he realized, these were just pieces of his past.

Kevin was only remembering things in his head. He wasn’t really there.

His father was trampled.

His mother was slapped while trying to stop them, and he could hear his younger sister crying behind him.

Then, another memory came.

He was talking with his father.

When he asked why he was suffering, his father didn’t say anything, but just nodded to show he was alright.

Next, he saw…

This time, it was on the street.

His younger sister, Marie, did not listen to her father’s orders to stay inside. She went outside and was found by the men who had attacked their house.

Marie screamed and pulled away from the men’s rough hands, but they were too strong.

People glanced at the alleyway and then looked away, knowing that a crime was happening.

They saw the symbol on the men’s arms.

Because of what it meant, the people couldn’t help.

Kevin rushed at them.

He was beaten badly by them, but because of the attention, Marie was able to escape safely.

Kevin,

His mother said not to do that again.

The reason their family was poor was because of them, and if he went outside without thinking, he could be killed. His mother pleaded with a scared face.

The men were the Blood Fangs, a criminal group.

They wouldn’t be nice just because he was young.

That was when his life started to fall apart.

He fell into the abyss.

His memories were fading.

The Demonic Art of Returning Souls was dangerous, and when he started using it, he risked having inner demons.

His mind was collapsing because he used too much power for the first time.

Remembering things was not about enjoying the past, but about deciding if they could be forgotten.

It was a very tiring day.

Kevin, who was doing odd jobs to help his family, saw the Blood Fangs on the street one day.

They remembered him and demanded money. Then, they got angry and started beating him.

It hurt. As he was being beaten, he heard a voice he had never heard before.

“Stop right there!”

No one had ever helped him before.

But for the first time, a man looked at the Blood Fangs and said this.

“You are breaking the laws of Dimitri! As the head of the Dimitri family, I will punish you for this!”

His mind suddenly became clear.

What was he living for?

When he understood the purpose of his life, he heard a familiar voice in the very dark darkness.

“Until I return, be sure to overcome the inner demon.”

Just like then.

Roman Dimitri had seen his trouble again.

He would live for him.

If Dimitri was still alive, he didn’t have time to be trapped in such an inner demon.

The darkness disappeared.

Kevin groaned and sat up slowly. He saw Hans’s small back as Hans walked away. Kevin asked, “How long has it been?” This was Kevin’s first memory after what happened at Simma.

Hans looked after Kevin carefully. He checked Kevin, asking, “Are you alright?” Kevin’s face showed no emotion, like a blank piece of paper. He said, “Tell me what has happened since then.”

Kevin knew it right away. A lot of time had gone by. He understood that if he was alive, Sven must be dead. And seeing Hans’s happy face, Roman Dmitry must be safe. But he still wanted to know what had happened.

Hans saw Kevin’s face was still pale and started to speak slowly. “Since then…” The story was long. It began with Sven’s death and went all the way to today.

When Hans told the story of Roman Dmitry, he also said what the healer had told him. “The healer said that Master Roman risked his own life to heal you and Henderson. He cared so much, they said it was like he was giving you his own energy. Kevin, Master Roman wanted you to be safe more than anything. He will be so happy to see you awake.”

It felt good to hear that. Knowing someone had tried hard to save him made him feel like his life had meaning. But Kevin also felt troubled.

The words “life force” made Kevin think. ‘Could Master Roman have shared his inner energy?’ He remembered Roman Dmitry teaching him that this energy, called “Qi,” was something everyone was born with, but it was limited and very valuable.

Losing too much of this “Qi” could mean death. Kevin remembered seeing Roman Dmitry getting weaker and weaker as he healed him. Kevin worried that Master Roman had used his own “Qi” to save him.

Kevin clenched his jaw. He was deeply thankful, but he couldn’t accept that Roman Dmitry had used his own energy for someone like him, someone who didn’t deserve it.

Also, he had heard that Dmitry had started a war with the Chronos Empire to get revenge for what happened to him. Knowing he served such a great man, he couldn’t just stay in bed.

“I have to go to the Western Front.”

“Kevin!” Hans called out.

Kevin stood up quickly. Even though Hans tried hard to stop him, Kevin grabbed his sword and went outside.

Right then, he bumped into Fernando. Looking at Fernando’s worried face, Kevin understood at once.

“Kevin, go back to bed and rest. I know you want to help, but you can’t do anything for our lord right now. Instead, rest here and get better. That way, when our lord wins the war and comes back, he will be happy to see you well.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Kevin said, his voice firm.

Fernando’s words didn’t change his mind at all.

“My life is for my lord. If he is fighting, I must be there too. I will only leave his side if he orders me to.”

Kevin walked past him. Fernando watched him go quickly and scratched his head.

“How can I stop him?”

Kevin was known even in Dmitry as someone very stubborn. Fernando looked away. His job was to protect Dmitry. He didn’t want to stop Kevin when Kevin was going to do his duty.

The quiet time didn’t last long. Just a few days after their talk. Soldiers on watch saw Imperial soldiers coming from far away and quickly sent signals. Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

“Enemies!”

“Enemies are coming!”

The castle became very busy and noisy. Soldiers quickly went to their places, just as they had been trained. Marquis Vandenberg, the leader of the Western Front, also hurried, wearing his armor.

Ever since Dmitry declared war, he had not taken off his armor. He stayed alert, ready for the enemy to attack at any moment.

Standing on the castle walls, they could see the enemy. Baron Noel, who was there with Vandenberg, looked worried and said, as the enemy rushed towards them, so many they couldn’t even count, “They are coming much sooner than we thought. I thought they would need more time to get rid of the poison Roman Dmitry used. But it looks like Duke Bamford decided quickly. If they keep coming this fast, we won’t have enough time to get ready.”

“Our enemy is Duke Bamford. He is an experienced fighter. He probably knew right away that he shouldn’t give us any time to prepare.”

Vandenberg and Bamford had fought each other many times before. Duke Bamford was rough, but he had a natural talent for war. Marquis Vandenberg had never won against him in any battle.

It wasn’t just because the Empire was stronger than the Kingdom. Even when it came to planning battles, he could never get ahead of Duke Bamford. Maybe that’s why. A cold feeling went through him.

Even though they had spent weeks preparing for battle, a cold knot of worry tightened in Vandenberg’s stomach. He looked out at the strong walls, lined with soldiers, but the bad feeling wouldn’t leave him.

Flora Lawrence’s voice was calm and steady beside him. “Commander, please don’t worry so much. We knew the Chronos Empire might attack, and we are ready. Even their strongest mages can’t break through these magical walls. We just need to trust Roman Dmitry, and do what we can, like always.”

Vandenberg nodded slowly. “You’re right, Flora. No matter how fast they attack, our plan is set.”

His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. He could feel the cold steel against his palm.

Roman Dmitry. He believed in him.

In past wars, Roman Dmitry had achieved amazing victories. Now, in the war against Chronos, he might achieve another victory that everyone thought was impossible.

However, Vandenberg knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Roman Dmitry had told them to risk their lives, and Marquis Vandenberg was ready to do just that for his role.

Just then, a mysterious figure started walking towards them from the Imperial forces, who had stopped some distance away.

It was just one man.

Seeing the figure with a robe pulled low over his face, Baron Noel asked, “Could it be a messenger?”

Marquis Vandenberg shook his head. “No. If it were a messenger, they would have raised a white flag to show they had a message. I don’t know what the Chronos Empire is planning, but that person is clearly trying to do something for them.”

If that was the case, one possibility came to mind.

They knew the enemy might use magic from far away, beyond the reach of arrows. This was a common tactic on the battlefield.

In fact, in the last battle with Chronos, Flora Lawrence had used ‘Great Warrior Combat’ to set magical traps where the mages would likely cast their spells.

It had worked very well.

Because of that, they were able to stop the enemy’s attacks. But this time, they hadn’t set up magical traps, worried that the enemies would be ready for them.

The robed figure didn’t hesitate.

Without checking for magical traps, he stopped walking at a distance where he could easily use magic.

Then, Marquis Vandenberg gave a signal.

“Get the large crossbows ready!”

“Understood.”

These large crossbows were weapons used for long-range attacks.

They weren’t very accurate, so they had been changed to be more accurate, specifically to stop mages from casting spells.

They changed the large crossbows to be more accurate, even if it meant they wouldn’t hit as hard. The goal was to disrupt the enemy mage.

“Ready!”

“I’ll give the signal soon.”

Vandenberg raised his hand, watching the robed figure closely. When he saw the figure preparing to cast a spell, he quickly lowered his hand like lightning.

“Fire!”

The giant arrows flew through the air.

The arrows, powered by magic, flew towards the figure, ready to strike him down.

It was a dangerous moment.

Seeing that the figure didn’t even step back, people thought the arrows would turn his fragile body into pieces.

But then…

A shimmering white barrier sprang into existence, blocking all the arrows.

Even though he didn’t seem to do anything special, magic appeared instantly with a single movement.

And then, the figure spoke.

“Pathetic fools.”

The robed figure threw off his robe, showing his white hair.

It was a face no one recognized.