The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 334

Karrot was thrown to the ground.

Having lost both arms and unable to keep his balance, Roman Dmitry looked at the people who had gathered.

“This man is the only surviving commander of the Orcs. He cowardly abandoned his people and ran away. He even tried to trade Luna’s prisoners to save his own life. War always demands a price. I am going to execute him, and I offer the sword to anyone who wants to do it.”

The people were surprised.

It was unexpected.

“Who will take the sword handle?”

Roman Dmitry asked, holding up a sword.

He had picked up a sword from the ground. It was covered in red blood and bits of flesh – it was hard to tell where they came from.

The people looked at each other, unsure.

It was not easy for them to step forward. They hesitated.

The people of Arcadia had lived in peace, and such extreme revenge was new to them.

Usually, when someone did something wrong, they were punished fairly, following the rules.

Isabel was in charge of the trials. They believed in God’s judgment and usually gave work as punishment instead of death. Was that why?

The people who had been attacking the Orcs with madness in their eyes until just now could not accept the sword that Roman Dmitry held out when the stage was set.

“Kkeuek, kkeuek.”

Karrot crawled on the ground.

Seeing him trying to survive with a terrified face, someone stepped forward from among the people.

“I will do it.”

It was Smith.

The man who had lost a friend to Karrot.

He took the sword.

He grabbed the cold, scary handle tightly and chopped off Karrot’s leg without hesitation.

Whack!

“Kraaah!”

A scream erupted.

Karrot trembled and quickly turned his body, looking up at Smith with a terrified face.

Smith’s face showed many different feelings.

Tears welled up from the sorrow he had tried to hide, but his face, twisted like a demon, could not hide his anger towards Karrot.

“My friends, my colleagues died because of you. They were good people who wouldn’t even hurt an ant, but you tore them apart and ate them in front of us just because you were hungry.”

He gritted his teeth.

He bit so hard that his teeth broke and blood flowed.

“What did we do to deserve this? Why us? Why did you do this to us?”

Thwack.

He stabbed him in the stomach.

As Karrot widened his eyes and flailed his armless wrists, Smith stabbed his stomach several times, even as his face was being pushed away.

Dark red blood poured out of Karrot’s wounds, staining Smith’s hands and splattering on the ground like dark rain.

No matter how much Karrot screamed in pain and sent pitiful glances, he could not forget how he had treated the people of Luna.

“You bastards! You goddamn bastards! We could have all lived together, couldn’t we? Damn it, we could have?!”

Thwack.

Thwack thwack.

The violence got worse.

Anger completely took over his mind, and Smith did not stop, even with his face covered in blood.

At some point, Karrot could not resist anymore.

His blurry eyes trembled faintly because he was not yet dead, but his twitching body had completely lost the strength to resist.

The anger was not satisfied.

The people of Arcadia were proud of their peaceful world, but their peace had fallen apart in an instant.

“Aaargh!”

He screamed horribly.

The opponent could no longer feel pain.

But if he didn’t do this, he felt like he would suffocate and die.

The people watching it.

Some looked away.

Some widened their eyes as if not to miss a single moment. Blood soaked the ground around Karrot, turning the dust into mud. The faces of the onlookers were pale, some horrified, some strangely excited.

It was then.

“…Roman Dmitry. Shouldn’t we stop now? Karrot is already dead.”

Karrot slumped down.

Kayden could no longer watch.

Kayden watched with growing horror. His heart wrestled with what he was seeing. This was not the Arcadia he knew, and this was not the justice he believed in.

It was devastating.

His heart ached.

Smith was an ordinary man.

A good young man who took the lead in taking care of people as a soldier of Luna was now hacking Karrot to pieces with the face of a madman.

A person was going down a bad path.

Watching him writhe in agony, consumed by madness, Kayden, as a man who served God, could not stand by and watch this.

Roman Dmitry said.

“Why? Do you think this is cruel?”

“…That’s not it. I can’t watch Smith destroy himself like this. This anger is eating him up.”

“Ruin, you say? You are wrong.”

He turned his gaze.

Roman Dmitry pointed to one of the people who were glaring.

“Tell me, what did the Orcs do to you?”

It was a woman.

She appeared to be in her mid-40s, and she shed tears of blood as she spoke of her pain.

“My husband and son were eaten by the Orcs. I could only sit on the ground and watch as my husband’s limbs were torn apart as he tried to protect our son. Roman Dmitry. I don’t think this is cruel at all. The Orcs, no, those demons, left us with scars that will always be there.”

He looked at another person.

When he asked the same question, a young man raised his voice.

“All my friends are dead. One was about to get married, and another was a good fellow who took care of his elderly mother, but they died fighting for Luna. I know that death is unavoidable as a soldier defending the country. But isn’t this Arcadia? We sincerely worried about the well-being of the Orcs, but as soon as they were hungry, they thought of us as food.”

Everyone was consumed by evil.

Peace was over.

They may not have taken the sword, but they showed the same expression as Smith.

Again.

He looked at Kayden.

His trembling eyes were struggling with the reality before him.

“Kayden. The Arcadia that pursued peace no longer exists. People have scars that they will never forget. For them to move on, they must make those who hurt them pay the price. They must trample on the corpses of their enemies and spit on them. Only then can the people of Luna live on.”

War is.

To survive in this cruel world, people must change to become strong enough.

“The war isn’t over. The same horrors you saw are happening beyond Luna’s fortress. But enough about that. Do you think killing one Orc is enough to stop your anger? Or do you believe you can deal with monsters without becoming one yourself? If you truly want Luna to be peaceful again, don’t show mercy to the enemy.”

The world had changed from the moment the war started.

Luna’s peace won’t come from kindness, but from having the strength to protect itself.

“That is Dimitri’s way, and you will follow it from now on.”

Calotte was dead.

Cayden watched Smith weeping, face buried in Calotte’s still body. A fire of anger and sadness burned in Cayden’s chest.

‘…Roman Dimitri is right. Arcadia can never go back to how it was.’

Smith had taken his revenge.

Smith had inflicted enough pain to soak his face and body in blood, but he burst into tears with a face more painful than those watching.

It was like a scream.

It wasn’t the joy of revenge, but the need to express his emotions because he couldn’t accept this cruel reality.

If they win the war and defeat the Orcs, will Smith ever be the same again?

It was impossible.

Whether eating, working, or even sleeping, he would stop suddenly, remembering painful memories. He would wake up from nightmares, his face covered in sweat.

This grief was like a mark burned onto Smith. Peaceful days, filled with simple joys, were gone for him now.

The same was true for the Luna Kingdom.

Even if the Orcs were destroyed, they could no longer trust other races.

The old Arcadia was peaceful and open, but now, Arcadia would always be suspicious and ready for war.

One bad thing happened, and now no one trusted anyone. People saw things differently, and distrust grew, causing more problems.

He looked at the sky. It was snowing.

There was a time when he loved Arcadia, even if the world froze over, but now it was different.

‘To become a monster, I must become a monster myself.’

It was a bone-chilling thought.

The enemy tears humans apart and eats them. If we refuse to avenge those acts because it seems cruel, we will never win this war.

In the end, it is for Luna.

He knew that instead of leaving everything to Roman Dimitri, he had to get his hands dirty and become a demon to save Luna.

Cayden did not cry.

Cayden felt like he was at a turning point. His old beliefs were different from what he had to do now. He decided in his heart how he must live to save Luna.

‘…I’m sorry.’

Was it an apology to someone?

What was certain was that even if Isabel came back alive, she, who had not shared in Luna’s crisis, could not replace Roman Dimitri.

One day, he took a break.

It was called a break, but the day was spent organizing things and understanding the situation.

The next day, the top leaders had a meeting.

Cayden shared what he had learned from Luna’s spies.

“At first, Graksar attacked the storage to get food, but then he changed direction. He must have realized it was too dangerous to take too long. After taking Luna’s fortress, Graksar left Calotte’s 10,000 troops behind and went east. We don’t know exactly what’s happening, but they are likely going to attack the Elves’ territory.”

“Why do you think they’ll attack the Elves?” McBurney asked.

“First, the Elves’ territory is in the direction Graksar went. Also, the Elves, who live around the World Tree, are the largest force, even bigger than Luna and the Orcs. Now that Luna’s fortress is gone, if the Orcs defeat the Elves, no one in Arcadia can stop them.”

If so, they had to move the troops quickly.

Joining forces with the Elves while they were still strong was the best way to win the war.

“The problem is, we can’t move the troops right now.”

In just one day, the weather in Arcadia had changed a lot.

“The blizzard in Arcadia is getting worse. It’s almost impossible to move through this much snow. Even if we do, the weather helps the Orcs. They use the White Wolves, who can move easily in the snow. We’ll be in danger if we meet them in the snow.”

It was bad luck.

It was snowing hard, as if the sky was falling apart.

Luna had ways to fight in the snow, but even those didn’t work in this blizzard.

It seemed hopeless.

If they had prepared for the war from the start, they would have joined other races to fight back when the Orcs attacked. But they missed their chance while trying to understand the situation.

The Elves never leave the World Tree’s territory.

Graksar attacked Luna’s fortress first to take advantage of Arcadia’s weaknesses.

But Roman Dimitri had a different idea.

“War is about speed. Now, while the Elves are still standing and Graksar doesn’t know about Calotte’s death, we have a chance to change things. Just because it’s snowing doesn’t mean we should stay here. We’ll split the troops in two. One group will free the prisoners and protect the storage. The other will go straight to the Elves’ territory.”

“…I agree that now is the time, but moving in this blizzard won’t be easy.”

Cayden had changed his mind.

He was ready to become a demon. He was willing to do bad things for Luna’s peace, but he still couldn’t support a reckless decision.

Roman Dimitri looked at Cayden.

“Cayden, when you first asked for my help, you said Luna knew ways to deal with Arcadia’s environment. Now, forget everything you think you know. If you can’t handle simple problems like blizzards, then Luna has been living in a dream world.”

Luna was under Dimitri’s control.

To manage Arcadia in the future, Luna’s lazy system needed to be fixed.

“Gather all the troops Luna can in 30 minutes. I will show you how Luna should have been surviving all along. Even then, if you still think the blizzard is too dangerous, tell me. I will listen to your advice and we will find another way.”