The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 288

In Valhalla, the Clive family was very important.

Count Clive looked at the paper on his desk. He was confused.

“…What is this?”

Logan stood calmly. “It’s my resignation, Count. I’m leaving the Clive family. You’ve been good to me, and I thank you for that. But… I need to find my own path now.”

“No!” Count Clive’s voice suddenly boomed. “Absolutely not!”

Riiiip. He grabbed the paper and tore it in half, then again and again, until it was in small pieces. His face was red with anger.

Logan was a strong swordsman. He was ranked 19th in Valhalla.

About three years ago, the Clive family spent a lot of money to bring him from another country. Because he was with them, the Clive family became even more famous.

But now, he was suddenly leaving the family.

Count Clive felt shocked. He thought he had treated Logan well and given him everything he needed.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “Who dares to steal a swordsman from the Clive family? Halton? Marcal? I don’t know what offer they made you, but I will give you better terms. Logan, you are part of the Clive family. If people find out you left us to join another family, Clive’s reputation will be ruined!”

His voice got louder.

He was very upset, and it was hard for him to calm down.

Three years ago, Logan had accepted their offer and done what they asked while getting their full support.

It was good for everyone.

Until recently, Logan didn’t plan to leave Clive. But recent events had changed his mind a lot.

Logan spoke.

“I’m not leaving to join another family in Valhalla.”

“Then why! Why are you leaving Clive?!”

“…I think you remember what happened with Roman Dmitry, Count. Even though Valhalla wanted to kill him, Roman Dmitry came to the festival and proved how strong he was by defeating Morales and the other swordsmen all by himself. And Barbosa… He couldn’t even block ten attacks before falling down, blood splattering everywhere. When I saw that, I felt excited.”

Logan was in the audience.

He watched Roman Dmitry’s amazing power and felt like a god of war had come down from the sky.

“Valhalla is not exciting anymore. They should have sent Roman Dmitry, the winner of the festival, back with honor. But instead, they said the Chronos Empire’s attack had nothing to do with Valhalla, as if they didn’t respect our skills. Count, I don’t see a good future in this place. If I want to live honorably as a warrior, I can’t stay a warrior of Valhalla.”

It was a hard choice.

He was born in Valhalla and had lived there his whole life. Leaving to chase a new dream was not easy.

Then, he heard a rumor.

It was about Roman Dmitry recruiting soldiers. The idea of learning from him made Logan’s heart beat fast.

Being ranked 19th in Valhalla didn’t matter.

Roman Dmitry, who had defeated Barbosa, was someone he admired.

Also,

When he heard how Roman Dmitry treated those who were hurt in battle, Logan decided to leave the Clive family.

“I’m going to Dmitry. Nothing can stop me. It’s not that I didn’t like my life in Clive, but my dream as a warrior is in Dmitry. Thank you for everything.”

He bowed his head.

Count Clive watched Logan leave, feeling empty.

The same thing was happening in other places besides Valhalla.

People were coming from all over the continent.

Adelian was a town people passed through on their way to other places. The inns there were more crowded than ever with people from different countries.

Thud.

“Kuh.”

A bald man slammed his beer glass down hard.

He looked at the man next to him and spoke casually.

“You look like you’ve used a sword before. Where are you from?”

The man with snake-like eyes smirked.

“I’m from Frank.”

“Frank? Why did you come all the way from there?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I heard that Dmitry’s hero is recruiting soldiers, so I left everything and rushed here. I heard that Dmitry really respects those who are hurt in battle. If I’m going to live a dangerous life as a warrior, I want to serve someone who cares about death.”

“That’s right, haha.”

The bald man laughed loudly.

Even though they might fight each other in the future, he clinked his beer glass with the snake-eyed man and enjoyed the moment.

He kept asking questions.

When he asked people in the inn why they were going to Dmitry, he got different answers.

“I heard about Henderson, who was from Dmitry. I couldn’t sleep when I heard he started as a farmer and became someone the country honored. I was a good knight in Umberto, but that doesn’t matter now.”

“I’m from Cairo. It’s a bit risky to move from Cairo to Dmitry, but I can’t forget following Roman Dmitry on the battlefield. He is like a god. He always leads the soldiers… Kuh, if I could serve someone like that, I wouldn’t regret it even if I died.”

“…I’m a refugee from Odelia. Now that I’ve lost my country, I want to give myself to a country that protects its people.”

The bald man was from Hector.

People from all countries were gathering.

Roman Dmitry’s actions, the way he treated those who were hurt, and a strong desire to be a swordsman were attracting them.

Of course, leaving their homes caused problems, but they really wanted to try, even if they might not be accepted.

The bald man looked to a corner.

There was a man wearing a robe. The way he was eating alone was strange and interesting.

“Hey, where are you from?”

Flinch.

He stopped cutting his food.

The robed man looked up and said calmly.

“I’m from Frank. I don’t want to talk, so leave me alone.”

“Hey, that’s a lie.”

He reacted nervously.

The man’s eyes were like a snake’s, cold and narrow, and a smile that didn’t reach them stretched his lips.

Even though the man was from Frank, a country far away, he had traveled across the continent. He immediately knew Robben’s accent.

“People from Frank don’t speak with that accent. From what I know, I’d say… Chronos. You are from the Chronos Empire, right?”

In that instant.

The atmosphere stiffened.

The Chronos Empire.

Even if other countries didn’t care, someone from Chronos was not welcome. Chronos had started the war on the continent.

“Hoo.”

Robben sighed deeply.

Then, he put down his knife and faced the people looking at him.

“That’s right. I’m from Chronos.”

“Wait… shouldn’t there be a rule? A rule against people from Chronos joining Dimitri’s army? Even if there isn’t a rule, why did *you* apply?”

Everyone was curious.

Chronos was a powerful empire.

Why would someone from the strongest country want to join Roman Dimitri’s army? Dimitri used to be the enemy. It was hard to understand, unless Robben was a spy.

Everyone there admired Roman Dimitri. So, they didn’t like someone from Chronos.

Robben said,

“I know why you are reacting like this, because I am from a country that is your enemy. But I am tired of the bad things Chronos does. Chronos bombed the capital of Odelia even after they said they would work together. They killed Baron Charlton from the Foreign Ministry because of a problem with the talks. Do you know why? Because he agreed to what Roman Dimitri wanted. Baron Charlton had to die without any reward for his years of hard work for the empire. Chronos is a scary country. As a father, I couldn’t raise my children in such a place.”

It was a surprisingly human story.

People’s expressions changed, and they looked surprised.

“Chronos Empire is the strongest. I agree. But when Dimitri asked for one million gold as war money, Chronos, which has much more money, said nothing. How crazy is that? I have done a lot for Chronos. I want to promise to be loyal to someone who will protect my future. When I heard Henderson became a national hero, I wanted to take Dimitri’s test, even if it was risky to cross the border.”

Crossing the border.

It was a dangerous time.

He spent his fortune to bribe the guards at the warp gate and left the empire secretly at night with only his family, like running away.

Robben gulped down his beer.

In the inn room, his wife and children were trembling with fear.

Because Chronos punished traitors badly.

Fearing that they might be discovered, only Robben moved outside, delivering food directly to the inn room.

The bald man muttered to himself, “Wow. If people are coming in large numbers even from Chronos, it will be very hard to pass the test.”

His words.

Everyone agreed with him.

Robben was very brave.

If even someone as strong as him wanted to pass, the test would be very hard.

They prayed.

“Please, don’t let there be too many people trying to join.”

If only a reasonable number of people came, they were going to try their best to pass the test.

Dimitri’s main street.

Jonathan, the leader of the Knights, moved with a specific reason.

“Commander, how many people do you think will apply for this test?” A knight walking beside him asked.

Jonathan, the leader of the Knights, thought for a moment. “Even when young Master Roman was not as famous as now, many people came from nearby areas. It’s different now. Young Master Roman is now the person who will inherit the Dimitri Duchy. Even though he hasn’t had a public fight to show his rank, he could become number one in the rankings.”

Clatter, clatter.

People pulling carts passed by.

Jonathan, the leader of the Knights, didn’t pay much attention to the piles of documents stacked high.

“In Dimitri, the ‘private soldiers’ who work for young Master Roman are treated very well. Soldiers from Dimitri Duchy also said they will take the test in large numbers. Maybe up to ten thousand people will apply.”

“…Ten thousand people. That’s really amazing.”

Again.

A cart passed by.

As far as Jonathan, the leader of the Knights, remembered, there had never been such a sight.

“The application period for this private soldier recruitment is one week from now. Perhaps thousands of people will come today, gradually decreasing, and then filling the entire week to exceed ten thousand. That’s my best guess. So, let’s hurry. We need to help the people at the application desk check if there are any problems with the documents.”

“Understood.”

They hurried their pace.

Their role was to help verify the documents.

Accurately identifying their identities was something that Haomun would take care of later, and they planned to primarily filter out people by checking for basic disqualifications.

If there were people mixed in who didn’t meet the qualifications set by Roman Dimitri, they would lose their eligibility to participate without needing to verify their identities.

The document reception had been open for about an hour.

They thought that the documents would be piled up moderately, but the reception area they arrived at was like looking at a battlefield.

“Move, move quickly!”

“The documents over there are falling!”

“You crazy bastard! Wake up!”

People were in chaos.

Among them, a man who appeared to be in charge turned to Jonathan, the commander of the Knights, with a tearful face.

“…Commander Jonathan! Please, save us. In just one hour, we already have over ten thousand applicants!”

At those words, Jonathan’s face was filled with astonishment.

Only then did he realize.

The people carrying carts on the way to the reception area.

The piles of documents stacked high on the carts were all applications expressing the intention to take the test.