The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 312

Marquis Valentino asked the question, and then immediately felt silly for asking.

He really hoped Roman Dmitry would say that this amazing sword was *not* just a ‘yawn’.

However,

It’s true this one is the least finished of them all. But I don’t think it’s bad enough to be called a ‘yawn’. I learned a lot while making these swords, and each one got better than the last. The No-Name swords are much better than the swords I made before.

It was a shocking answer.

Marquis Valentino was so surprised he couldn’t speak. He looked at the Third No-Name sword again, his hands shaking.

It was perfect.

He couldn’t figure out what part was supposed to be less complete. As a collector, he thought it was perfect.

It had a sharp blade and a good grip. And it could hold magic power, which was much better than even the best swords usually could.

He swallowed hard.

If it wasn’t Roman Dmitry, he would have yelled and told him not to lie. But because it was him, he carefully asked,

“…Then, can I see the last, fourth sword?

“I understand.”

There was no hesitation in his answer.

For someone who makes swords, showing his work to someone who truly understands its worth is as enjoyable as making the sword itself.

Hans showed him the sword.

Hans slowly pulled the last sword from its sheath. As the blade emerged, Marquis Valentino’s eyes widened, becoming lost in wonder. A soft sound escaped his lips, a breathy “Ah…” as if he’d just witnessed something truly magical.

He turned the sword slowly, watching the light dance along its dark, polished surface. It wasn’t just sharp; it seemed to hum with a hidden power, a silent threat contained within the steel. All the questions that had been swirling in his mind vanished. He was simply captivated.

*How could such a sword even exist?* he thought, his heart beating faster.

Collectors had a saying, a legend whispered among themselves. That true treasures were more than just objects; they possessed a presence, a kind of magic that grabbed you the moment you saw them.

You didn’t need to measure it, weigh it, or analyze it. Just one look, one touch, and a thrill would run through you, telling you instantly that you were in the presence of something extraordinary.

And that was exactly how Marquis Valentino felt now. He couldn’t hide his awe. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out, gently caressing the cool, smooth metal of the sword.

‘Now I understand why Roman Dmitry called the No-Name series experimental. To create something this amazing, even the process must be an art. Roman Dmitry is now beyond anyone’s reach as a craftsman. Every collector will want to buy his swords and will offer to pay a lot of extra money right away.’

Even for a 1 gold sword.

Soon, people would offer 10 gold for Roman Dmitry’s work.

It was just as he expected.

When he bought Blaze, Marquis Valentino thought about what it meant to own ‘Roman Dmitry’s work’.

At the time, many people said that spending 1200 gold on a regular sword was crazy. But if he sold Blaze now, he could probably get twice as much.

The problem was,

This wasn’t good news for Marquis Valentino.

For a collector like him who doesn’t sell his collection, the value of the No-Name swords showed what the future would be like.

‘…It will cost a fortune to win the Third No-Name. Just knowing that this sword helped create the perfect ‘Disaster’ sword will make collectors fight to buy it, eager and excited.’

He was in agony.

The perfect sword, ironically, made things difficult.

Just then,

Roman Dmitry’s voice broke through Marquis Valentino’s thoughts.

“The last sword is called Disaster.”

Disaster.

It was fitting.

The enemies who faced that sword would feel like they were facing a disaster, just like its name.

That day,

Marquis Valentino said this as he left Dmitry.

“Disaster was so perfect that I wouldn’t even dream of buying it. Such a masterpiece should stay with Roman Dmitry to truly shine. But I will definitely win the Third No-Name, which was the first step in creating Disaster. Thank you for letting me get ready in advance.”

He looked very serious.

Marquis Valentino left Dmitry, very determined to win the auction, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

The situation was mostly settled.

Roman Dmitry now met the person he wanted to be the new owner of Darkness.

Rodwell looked at the sword, then back at Roman Dmitry, a confused frown on his face. ‘Brother… why are you giving *this* to *me*?’

It was Rodwell Dmitry.

He had an eyepatch over one eye and looked at Roman Dmitry questioningly.

“I have many swords that are better than this one. But I’m giving this to you because you are my brother, and I want you to carry on my legacy. You are the only one who can take my place when I’m gone.”

Dmitry had become a nation.

Now that Dmitry was becoming a powerful nation, being Roman Dmitry’s brother was very important.

Chris, Kevin.

There was a special meaning to it that even the most loyal followers couldn’t have.

That’s why Rodwell Dmitry promised to take Roman Dmitry’s place, but he wasn’t ready yet.

He wasn’t strong enough or a good enough leader. He was far from it.

Besides being Roman Dmitry’s brother, there was no reason for the people of Dmitry to follow him.

“Rodwell, Dmitry is like standing on the edge of a cliff. If we step back even a little in our fight against Chronos, we will fall and be destroyed. When I’m not here, we need a strong leader to take my place. So, take this sword and become stronger. I want you to be someone people trust and feel safe with, even when I’m not here.”

“…You know it’s impossible. No matter how hard I try, I can never be as good as you, brother.”

Rodwell Dmitry had been working hard.

He tried his best to fill Roman Dmitry’s shoes as a member of Dmitry. But he couldn’t stop people like Henderson from dying when the Chronos Empire attacked.

At that moment, he knew. He realized that no matter how much he wanted to, he could never be as strong as Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry’s incredible strength and the powerful Chronos Empire showed him just how weak he was in comparison.

So,

He couldn’t accept the sword.

Even if he had the legacy, he was too weak.

But.

“Let me tell you something interesting. My special power, the Yeomhwa Divine Art, has a secret ability. Only for family, I can share some of my inner fire. I am now going to give you some of the fire of the Fire Demon. It’s just a small spark, a tiny seed of power. But if you take this fire of the Fire Demon and let it grow inside you… You will definitely become stronger than you’ve ever been.”

Roman Dmitry said he could become stronger.

His past experiences told him that Roman Dmitry was telling the truth.

“Choose. If you say no, this will be like it never happened.”

The answer was obvious.

For the future of Dmitry, Rodwell Dmitry wanted to become stronger than he was now.

“I will. If I can become stronger, I will do anything.”

It was simple.

End.

A dangerous power, called the firestorm’s flames, was about to change Rodwell Dimitri forever.

The moment he injected a tiny bit of it, Rodwell Dimitri’s eyes widened.

He gasped sharply.

A terrible pain washed over him.

It felt like fire was spreading through his body, burning every part inside him, starting from where the flame touched him. He clutched his stomach, feeling like hot lava was poured into his insides.

His face went bright red, like he was burning up from the inside.

He couldn’t stand it. He slammed his face into the ground, groaning in agony. His body curled up into a tight ball, shaking uncontrollably.

It was terrible pain.

Even Rodwell Dimitri, who thought he was used to pain, found this pain new and too much to bear.

And this was just a fraction.

He knew the firestorm’s flames were too strong for any human to handle.

He had mixed the flames with the heat of the Blazing Divine Art. If he hadn’t, his body was so weak, it would have burned to ashes already.

He gasped, making a raw, choked sound.

He gritted his teeth.

His eyes bulged with pain, like they might pop out of his head, but Rodwell Dimitri didn’t say anything to make the pain stop.

He wanted to become stronger.

He remembered when the Chronos Empire attacked Dimitri. He had tried to help, in his own small way. But that was all he could do.

He was useless against enemies like Sven, who had killed Kevin and Henderson. He just watched as Roman Dimitri fought the war. He knew his place.

He felt useless. Being a Dimitri wasn’t enough to help in this war.

It was devastating.

As a Dimitri, he longed to do something, anything, to help his family.

Rodwell Dimitri had always felt pressure to be the best. His father expected too much. Now, feeling helpless was hard for him to take.

Everyone knew Rodwell Dimitri trained harder than anyone. If you asked who stayed late at the training grounds, everyone would say Rodwell.

He trained so hard, but it felt pointless. His brother, Roman, was so amazing, Rodwell’s efforts seemed like nothing compared to him.

So he endured.

He wanted to take this chance.

Rodwell Dimitri didn’t want to just live off his brother’s fame. He didn’t want to take the easy path, enjoying wealth and glory without earning it himself.

Even if it was foolish.

He wanted to do what was right.

Rodwell Dimitri had always felt responsible, like an eldest son, even when he was young. That’s just the kind of person he was.

His body trembled.

He bit the inside of his mouth to try to regain his senses, and his mouth was filled with blood.

It tasted bitter.

But even with the constant pain, Rodwell Dimitri kept going, pushing through the burning heat.

He was a tough one.

He was incredibly strong, mentally. He had risked everything in the war against Chronos, even losing an eye. He was tougher than most people.

As time went on, his will became as hard as steel.

Even as the pain hammered at him, he held on. He didn’t give up, even though his face twisted in pain.

Watching Rodwell’s struggle, Roman Dimitri felt pleased.

His new family was real, not just in name. He wasn’t worried about brothers fighting each other for power. These were people he could trust, people who truly saw him as family.

This made him truly happy.

If Rodwell Dimitri had wanted power for the wrong reasons, he would have been punished immediately. He wouldn’t have even gotten this chance.

That’s the kind of person Baek Joong-hyuk was.

For Baek Joong-hyuk, being family was about loyalty and trust, not just blood.

He welcomed Rodwell Dimitri into his family.

He gave Rodwell a chance to become stronger, because he knew Rodwell wanted to help Dimitri.

Finally.

“…Keueueuk.”

The pain subsided.

Color came back to his face. Inside him, a small spark of fire energy began to grow.

He hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet.

Roman Dimitri’s voice was clear, even though Rodwell was still dazed. “The fighting style I’m going to teach you is called the Blazing Divine Art, and the sword style is the Blazing Divine Sword Technique.”

It was a sword style that looked like the firestorm’s flames.

And soon, Rodwell Dimitri would become its master.

Immediately after Marquis Valentino returned to his family.

A meeting was called.

The family’s advisors were confused when they heard what the meeting was about.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you suddenly stopping the jewelry business? It’s doing so well! We just bought a lot of jewelry after the war. We wanted to sell it to rich women who are buying fancy things again. We’ve hired jewel makers to work on it. We’ll make a lot of money! Why are you changing your mind now?”

“Explain yourself! Even if jewelry isn’t our main thing, we don’t just quit a business like this.”

They were very unhappy.

Valentino’s family was involved in many businesses – iron, food, even moving goods around. But he wasn’t really interested in jewelry.

He liked businesses that everyone needed, not just rich people buying fancy things. Jewelry was only for a few people.

Jewelry wasn’t the kind of business he usually liked.

He had made an exception this time because of the war. He thought selling jewelry after the war would be a quick way to make money. But now, he was suddenly saying he wanted to take back all the money from the jewelry business.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for his answer.

One of the advisors asked, his voice serious.

“Is there a problem we don’t know about?”

The room went quiet and serious.

If there was a problem, the advisors would work together to fix it. They were loyal to the family.

Marquis Valentino looked at his advisors. His face was very serious.

“This is a serious problem,” Marquis Valentino said. “Remember Roman Dimitri’s sword I wanted to buy? I don’t think 3 or 4 thousand gold will be enough. So, I’m taking all the money from the jewelry business and using it to bid on that sword.”

A firm tone.

For a moment, the advisors couldn’t believe what they were hearing.