The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 361

Marquis Belphir stood still, like ice. Roman Dmitry’s words filled his mind.

“You will meet me.”

It had come true. Valhalla had not listened, and now he was face to face with Roman Dmitry.

His thoughts seemed frozen. Like a small animal before a predator, Marquis Belphir, the powerful leader of Valhalla, couldn’t even breathe easily.

Just then, one of the high-ranking officers who had been criticizing the Emperor of Valhalla suddenly knelt before Roman Dmitry.

“If, if you spare me just once…”

Thwack.

His head flew off. Before he could finish his sentence, his head rolled across the floor, catching everyone’s attention.

Fear spread quickly.

They knew they would die when they were left in the conference room. But when they saw it happen, the high-ranking officers jumped up and ran in every direction, trying to escape.

However, Marquis Belphir did not move.

He knew that none of those who ran out first would survive.

And he was right.

Flash!

“Kraaah!”

Screams ripped through the air.

The first man to run fell to the floor, his body twisted like a broken toy. Others cried out as they were cut down, one after another. Arms and legs flew off.

Many of Valhalla’s leaders were strong fighters, trained in sword skills. In Valhalla, everyone learned to fight. But they were no match for Roman Dmitry.

One.

Two.

The bodies piled up.

Roman Dmitry grabbed one of the officers by the hair and cut his throat in front of Marquis Belphir.

Scratch.

“Krrr.”

The officer spat out blood, clutching his neck as he fell, staring at Roman Dmitry.

“I told you. If you were so stubborn, you would meet me.”

“…Y-You monster.”

Roman Dmitry crouched down, facing Marquis Belphir closely.

Roman Dmitry spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “Pride is a strange thing, Marquis. You knew the right thing was to protect the North. It was the easiest way for Valhalla to say sorry for what happened at the Festival. But you ignored the truth. You held your head high. Was it to protect Valhalla’s pride? Was it too hard for a great power like Valhalla to bow to a small country like Dmitry?”

Grip!

He grabbed his jaw.

Belphir gasped. His jaw was in a painful grip. He thought, ‘This can’t be happening. I am Marquis Belphir!’ But the fear was stronger than his pride.

“That’s why you are in this situation. If you had accepted reality, if you had stopped being stubborn and admitted that Dmitry had become a new superpower, you wouldn’t be here now.”

Crack, crack.

“Ugh, ugh.”

He tried not to groan. His jaw was being crushed, and he felt like it would break at any moment.

Fear filled his mind. He felt utterly helpless. Shame burned in his chest. To be so afraid in front of this monster… it was humiliating.

But then.

Tap.

He released his jaw. As he breathed in, Marquis Belphir quickly stepped back, trying to catch his breath.

“Marquis Belphir, the wealth and glory you enjoyed are not that great. You only achieved them by clinging to the Emperor, not through your own ability. Look around you. See what happened to those who were loyal to the Imperial Family. It’s simple when you think about it. When the 14th son of Valhalla became Emperor, you, like everyone else, didn’t expect it. That’s why you were easily thrown away.”

To be used and then discarded.

He was not even important to the Valhalla Emperor.

Marquis Belphir knew it too.

His eyes shook as he realized the truth. Roman Dmitry looked away, out of the conference room.

Tap tap tap.

In the distance, he could hear people running.

He glanced at the Dark Clouds soldiers, who were rushing to the Imperial Palace after hearing about the attack.

If he stayed any longer, it would be dangerous for him. Now that he knew the Valhalla Emperor was stronger than he thought, there was no reason to risk it.

“Marquis Belphir.”

He smiled.

Looking down at Marquis Belphir, Roman Dmitry said, “The Valhalla Emperor abandoned you, but I will show you mercy. This is your last chance. If we meet again because of this, you will regret being alive.”

At those words, Marquis Belphir quickly looked up. He had closed his eyes, waiting for death, but he heard something unexpected.

But then.

No matter how much he looked, Roman Dmitry was gone.

30 minutes later, Roman Dmitry was back with his group.

Knox looked very tired. “I will never do another mission like this,” he said. “Teleporting without big magic gates is too hard. It takes so much power, even with mana stones. We almost failed. My Lord, you are not just a noble anymore. You will be king. You must be careful.”

This mission would have been impossible if they hadn’t prepared the teleportation ahead of time.

Even with those preparations, he barely managed the complex magic of teleportation using his inner power. After many difficulties, he successfully teleported to and from Marin without problems.

In fact, there were several dangerous moments during the mission.

Because the magic was so difficult, people usually used warp gates.

Suddenly, Knox asked out of curiosity.

“But was all this really needed? Killing the Valhalla Emperor was impossible from the start.”

Valhalla was a strong empire for a reason. Even Roman Dmitry failed to kill the Emperor, and Valhalla didn’t suffer much damage from this mission.

Only the soldiers who died fighting Roman Dmitry and the high-ranking officers of Valhalla were affected.

Since Valhalla acted according to the Emperor’s orders, the deaths of the officers didn’t really matter.

Roman Dmitry said.

“The purpose of this mission was never to kill the Valhalla Emperor.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Nox wasn’t sure about the plan. Roman Dmitry had only explained part of the operation, leaving Nox with questions.

Roman Dmitry looked at Marin, then spoke.

“People are scared now,” Roman said. “They see that even Valhalla is not safe. They also don’t trust the Emperor anymore. Even if Valhalla wins this fight, things will never be the same.”

The Valhalla Imperial Palace was in chaos.

The situation there had been dealt with.

Soldiers rushed around the palace grounds. Some dragged away bodies, leaving trails of blood on the marble stones. Others, their eyes burning with anger, searched every corner, every shadow, for any sign of the attacker.

Roman Dmitry had already shaken off the soldiers and escaped outside the castle.

Still, with the thought that there might be some remaining danger, the Valhalla Imperial Family mobilized all the troops they possessed to scour the surroundings.

Survivors, including Marquis Belphir, gathered in the conference room.

Bloodstains were still on the floor. Marquis Belphir looked around. His eyes twitched.

‘…Bloody hell,’ he thought.

He had survived.

But living was not truly living.

Marquis Belphir had always been loyal to Valhalla. Even though he knew the Emperor was cruel and unpredictable, he believed serving him was the only path for his own success.

That was natural. Valhalla’s power was absolute.

As long as he depended on the Valhalla Emperor, he firmly believed that his power would be eternal and intact until the moment of his death.

But not now.

The Imperial Palace was attacked.

Most people couldn’t even dare to look at the Valhalla Emperor, let alone oppose him, but Roman Dmitry roamed the Imperial Palace like his own home, slaughtering people.

It was as he said.

He turned the words that showed ignoring the danger would become real, and he seemed to be playing with him.

Because of that.

The absolute truth had crumbled.

The monster called Roman Dmitry tore apart the belief that the Valhalla Emperor would be absolute.

First.

It was the effect of anxiety.

If Valhalla could not guarantee Marquis Belphir’s safety, he would have no choice but to think differently.

‘The reason Roman Dmitry spared me must be for a reason,’ he thought. ‘He intends to divide the relationship between the Valhalla Emperor and me with distrust. The problem is… as he said, is the Valhalla Emperor worth trusting? The Valhalla Emperor is no longer absolute, and he abandoned us cruelly in a crisis, so I can no longer feel the same way for him. And above all.’

The Valhalla Emperor spoke.

“How did you survive?”

He asked coldly.

Instead of asking about their well-being after surviving, he did not welcome the very existence of the survivors.

Distrust.

Distrust arose between them.

Just as Marquis Belphir’s feelings were not the same as before, the fact that Roman Dmitry had killed all the other leaders but left nobles, including Marquis Belphir, bothered the Valhalla Emperor.

Marquis Belphir said.

“…I was lucky. In a situation where the Imperial troops were rushing in, he seemed to prioritize taking refuge first.”

The Valhalla Emperor replied.

“If that’s true. You were really lucky.”

If.

If the Valhalla Emperor genuinely disliked Marquis Belphir.

He would have killed him just because he was annoying.

But.

The Valhalla Emperor didn’t even consider Marquis Belphir worth that much.

There was no need to waste manpower now to get rid of an ant that could be killed at any time.

Marquis Belphir was a well-behaved pet dog.

If he was told to die, he would die, and if he was told to bark, he would bark. With many situations to sort out in the future, the Valhalla Emperor would only become more annoyed if he killed Marquis Belphir as well.

The Valhalla Emperor said.

“Roman Dmitry dared to attack the capital of Valhalla and aim for my life. As he said, he will not back down until the end and will try to inflict as much damage as possible on Valhalla. Withdraw the troops. Leave only the minimum force to capture Hernard, and the rest will focus on dealing with Roman Dmitry.”

He.

Finally, he swallowed his pride.

If he could attack the capital of Valhalla, there was no guarantee what Roman Dmitry would do in the future.

A fierce chicken game.

The winner was Roman Dmitry.

Marquis Belphir and the leaders bowed their heads.

Their expressions, out of the Emperor’s sight, no longer showed the submissive appearance of the past.

Meanwhile, back at Hernard.

The end was in sight.

The onrushing Imperial army showed no signs of decreasing, and the walls were no longer fulfilling their role.

It was over.

Sanchez, cutting down the charging enemies, looked at Duke Vieto.

“Duke Vieto, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

This rebellion.

Although Duke Vieto led it, if you trace the starting point, it all began when Sanchez persuaded Duke Vieto.

Sanchez felt despair and guilt at the same time.

If Duke Vieto had continued to live in seclusion, he would not have died as a traitor in his later years.

Crack!

Wham wham wham!

The halberd swept away the enemies.

Duke Vieto, with a face soaked in blood, breathed heavily.

“Kill one more enemy instead of talking nonsense,” Duke Vieto said. “The war is not over yet.”

1 hour from now?

2 hours?

They wouldn’t last more than 3 hours at most.

Right now, warriors like Duke Vieto were showing their ability to push beyond their limits, but if they started to fall one by one, they would inevitably collapse rapidly.

Duke Vieto and Sanchez knew this fact.

Therefore, before they completely collapsed, they wanted to kill even one more enemy while they still had the strength.

It was then.

Suddenly, from far away.

A strange sound was heard.

Toot-

Tooooooot-

It was the sound of a horn.

People who knew Valhalla’s system knew the meaning of that sound.

“Wh, what is this?”

“Re, it’s a retreat order!”

It was clear.

The horn ordered a retreat.

At first, the Imperial army, unable to grasp the situation, showed a confused appearance, but seeing the soldiers at the bottom of the wall retreating like a tide, they realized that a real retreat order had been issued.

It was a perplexing situation.

Duke Vieto, who had cleared out the soldiers on the wall, stared blankly at the retreating Imperial troops.

“……What on earth.”

No matter how he thought about it.

He couldn’t understand the situation before his eyes with his common sense.