The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 325

A chair scraped against the floor with a loud **creak**. Everyone looked quickly to see who was standing.

The man walked towards the Dmitry family, his back straight and a smile on his face, showing he was sure of himself.

“Duke Dmitry, congratulations on your son’s success!”

“Thank you,” Duke Dmitry replied. He glanced at Roman Dmitry, then back at the man. Seeing that Roman Dmitry looked unsure, the man smiled and said, “I am Count Christine from the Umberto Kingdom.”

“Christine! Yes, I know the name. What are you doing all the way from Umberto in Cairo?”

“What else? When I heard the news about your son, Lauren’s, celebration, I came just to say congratulations!”

“Haha, really?” Duke Dmitry chuckled. The mood became friendly. Everyone could see Count Christine wanted something, but Duke Dmitry was still pleased that someone came to celebrate his son. Count Christine thought to himself, ‘Good, this is working.’

“Oh, yes! I have a special gift for Lauren Dmitry.”

“A gift?” Duke Dmitry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Count Christine said. “It’s to celebrate his success. Please don’t feel you have to give me anything back.”

He nodded to a servant. As if ready, the servant stepped forward, holding something covered in cloth. When the servant pulled the cloth away, people gasped. It was beautiful.

“This is a sword made by a very skilled craftsman in Umberto. It’s not really for fighting, more for special days like today. We worked hard to make it worthy of the Dmitry family. Look, it’s covered in real gold! And there are diamonds and other shiny stones all over it to make it sparkle. And see here?” He pointed to the sword. “We put the Dmitry family symbol and Lauren Dmitry’s initials on it, so everyone knows it’s for him. Isn’t it amazing?”

He was right. The sword was incredibly fancy. Just looking at it, you could tell it cost a fortune. Count Christine smiled, sure he had given the best gift.

Dmitry was rich and powerful, but even for someone like Lauren Dmitry, this sword should be amazing. Count Christine expected Lauren to be thrilled, maybe even try to put the sword on right away.

But Lauren Dmitry’s face was not what Count Christine expected. He didn’t look excited at all. He took the sword, his face looking a little uncomfortable. “…Thank you,” he mumbled.

Count Christine was shocked. What was wrong? He had spent ages thinking about the perfect gift for Lauren. He was so sure this sword would be a winner. But Lauren’s reaction was the opposite of what he wanted.

Lauren didn’t say he hated it, but it was clear he didn’t like it. ‘Maybe he doesn’t like fancy things?’ Count Christine thought, worried. If even this expensive gift didn’t impress Lauren, what could he do to get on his good side? His plan was failing.

Just then, Count Samir’s voice cut through the awkward silence. “Haha, that’s a beautiful sword! If you had carried that today, you would have looked very impressive.” Count Samir stepped forward, smiling smoothly.

Count Samir saw Lauren’s unhappy face when he got the sword. ‘This is my chance!’ he thought.

“Congratulations on your success, Lauren Dmitry,” Count Samir said, smiling warmly. “Like Count Christine, I brought a gift. But mine is very different from Count Christine’s amazing sword. I hope you like it.”

Count Samir pretended to be humble, but he looked pleased with himself. He carefully reached into a small box and took out four round bracelets. They looked like they were made of metal.

“These are special magic items, made just for swordsmen like you who use aura. They don’t have a name yet, but I paid extra to get them because I thought you might need them, Lauren. They’re bracelets you wear on your wrists and ankles. They change size to fit you perfectly. And you can make them heavy, from 10kg all the way up to 100kg!”

“…Really? Something like that exists?” Lauren Dmitry’s eyes widened. This was a completely different reaction! Count Samir smiled to himself, feeling thrilled. ‘Yes! Just as I thought!’

‘Henry Albert was right,’ Count Samir thought. ‘Lauren is interested in getting stronger.’ A magic item for training would definitely interest him. But the weight was not the best part. The really amazing thing was the mana circulation.

“The best thing about these bracelets is they help with mana circulation. Swordsmen who use aura usually have to train with magic circles to clean their bodies. But these bracelets do it for you! They send mana through your body regularly, cleaning out bad stuff, even if it’s not as strong as using magic circles. It’s really amazing! It’s not as flashy as a jewel, but I thought something like this would be really helpful for Lauren Dmitry to get stronger.”

“…!” Lauren Dmitry’s eyes lit up. As soon as he heard about mana circulation, he looked like a puppy who had just been offered his favorite food.

It worked perfectly! Count Samir felt a wave of relief and happiness. He quickly gave Lauren the bracelets. Lauren took them and beamed, a real, bright smile spreading across his face. “Thank you so much!”

The difference was huge. Lauren had just said “thank you” politely to Count Christine. But for Count Samir’s gift, he was truly happy, smiling like a child getting a wonderful toy.

Everything was going perfectly. Count Samir thought, ‘Coming to Cairo early was worth it!’

“Actually, King Frank of France sent this gift especially for you. He couldn’t come to the celebration himself, but he wanted me to give you his best wishes. I’m so glad you like it.”

“Of course I love it! Thank you for coming all this way and bringing such a wonderful gift for my son. We will make sure you are well taken care of!” Duke Dmitry laughed loudly, clearly very happy.

If only it had stopped there. Count Samir would have been completely happy. But then, trouble began. “Duke Dmitry,” another voice called out. “We also have a gift.” Other nobles started to come forward. The gift-giving was far from over.

Gifts kept coming, one after another. Baron Burke from the Hector Kingdom stepped forward, speaking loudly and confidently, even though he had seen Lauren’s reaction to the first sword.

“Prince Edwin Hector has sent a very special gift,” Baron Burke announced. “Has anyone here heard of Terkan?”

“…Terkan?” Count Samir asked, his eyes wide with surprise. “Are you talking about Hector’s legendary swordsman? The one they called ‘Sword Master of Hector’?”

Baron Burke smiled proudly. “Exactly! Hector’s greatest swordsman! We have his training diary, where he wrote down everything he did to become so strong. It’s been kept by the Hector royal family for ages, but Prince Edwin Hector said he really wanted to thank the Dmitry family and give it as a gift. Of course, sword fighting has changed recently, so maybe some of the old ways aren’t used anymore. But I’m sure Terkan’s diary will still be very useful for Lauren Dmitry.”

“…Oh wow,” Count Samir whispered, his smile fading. Terkan’s training diary! That was an incredible gift. He couldn’t believe they were giving away something so valuable, just for Lauren Dmitry.

But the gifts weren’t over yet. Another noble stepped forward, Baron Jansen from Redford, and he looked like he was trying to outdo everyone else. He also had a gift, and it was clear it was going to be something big.

King Redford smiled. “You have all brought wonderful gifts. We worried about what to give, but I knew we had to repay the Dimitri family’s kindness. So, I ordered gifts that Loren Dimitri truly needs.”

Loren glanced around.

Just like Count Christine before him, a servant pushed forward a huge cart. *Thump!* It landed heavily.

King Redford announced, “Here are twelve magical items and thirty magic scrolls for your training. They should last a year. Use them well, and we will give you more when you need them. This is to thank the Dimitri family. Please, don’t feel you owe us anything.”

Loren stared. The cart overflowed with magical items, gleaming in the light. Count Samir’s gift now seemed like a child’s toy compared to this treasure. This cart alone was worth more than a thousand gold coins!

Loren remembered whispers of Redford’s rising power since King London took the throne. They said the kingdom was becoming rich again. But even the rumors hadn’t prepared him for *this*.

Count Samir, who had looked so proud just moments ago, now seemed to shrink as each new gift was presented. Murmurs rippled through the nobles.

“Incredible…” someone breathed.

“Such generosity…” another whispered.

Count Samir’s face went pale. He had boasted to King Frank about his gifts, but now he looked foolish.

Then, a cold thought struck Count Samir. *The other nobles.* Had they also been guided by Henry Albert?

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. All his planning… for nothing. He dreaded facing King Frank now.

Two weeks passed quickly. Then, Dimitri made a grand announcement: the Duchy was now the Kingdom of Dimitri. On that momentous day, Duke Dimitri sat upon the King’s throne. He turned to Roman, who stood watching.

“This throne is yours, Roman,” he said, his voice strong. “When Dimitri becomes an Empire, I will give it to you then.”

Duke Dimitri had always planned to give the throne to Roman. But Roman, still busy with important tasks, had refused it for now. No one was surprised. Everyone knew Roman was the true leader of Dimitri.

The celebrations began! Kings and important leaders from every nation arrived, making this gathering even larger and more impressive than the earlier ceremony. As the day’s meetings unfolded, one thing became clear to everyone: the Kingdom of Dimitri, led by Roman Dimitri, was now the most powerful force on the continent.

Months turned into half a year. Slowly, peace returned to the continent. Since the Dimitri hostage crisis, the Chronos Empire had become strangely silent. The Kingdom Alliance, with Dimitri at its heart, quickly created a new order. But a new shadow loomed: the Valhalla Empire. Valhalla was in turmoil. After the death of Morales, Duke Vieto, who had been living quietly away from court, had returned to power. Now, Valhalla was split between those who supported the Emperor and those who followed Duke Vieto, and the tension was growing.

Six months after Dimitri became a kingdom, high in the Dimitri mountains, soldiers stood guard. They gazed out at the vast, wild landscape.

“Did you hear the news?” one soldier asked.

“What news?” his comrade replied.

“The Valhalla Emperor is raising an army to fight Duke Vieto’s rebels. Valhalla must be a dark place right now. Most people support Duke Vieto, but the Emperor is still very strong. If war breaks out in Valhalla, it will be terrible for everyone, even Dimitri.”

“Curse those Empire fools!” the second soldier spat. “Valhalla, Chronos… I wish they would all just vanish!”

The Valhalla Empire. Everyone was watching Valhalla closely. The trouble that had been brewing since Duke Vieto returned was now turning into open conflict. This was no small border skirmish like with Cairo. A Valhalla civil war would be huge, with countless lives lost. One of the soldiers sighed. *Just when things were calming down,* he thought, *now this.* They spoke a little longer, then returned to their watch.

Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence. *Rustle.*

“Who’s there!” a soldier barked.

“Password!” The sound came from beyond the thick bushes. Every soldier tensed, weapons raised. One soldier quickly reached for his communication device, ready to send a message. These mountains were usually quiet, and there was no obvious danger. But Dimitri soldiers were always ready for anything. Moments stretched into silence. Then, a figure stumbled out of the bushes and collapsed to the ground. *Thump.*

“…?!” The soldiers stared, confused. While some kept watch, others cautiously approached the fallen man.

The man’s face was thin and pale, his eyes sunken and desperate. He looked up at them, his lips barely moving.

“…Please…” he whispered.

“Speak up,” a soldier urged, leaning closer. His voice was weak, almost lost in the mountain air. They strained to hear.

“…Help… Luna…”

Luna. The name hung in the air. Saint Isabel. The kingdom beyond the mountains. Luna. This man was from Luna.