The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 363

Time felt like it stretched out forever as Belphir waited.

Marquis Belphir had told Dmitri he wanted to talk. Now, he couldn’t sit still. A heavy feeling of worry pressed down on him. What if everything went wrong?

He had made his choice, and there was no going back.

If he hadn’t contacted Dmitri, he could have stayed unaware of Dmitri’s plans. But now, he had to deal with Dmitri.

How long had he waited?

Finally, the communication connected.

“[Marquis Belphir. What business do you have contacting me?]”

It was quite embarrassing.

Roman Dmitri’s cold voice reminded him once again of their relationship, but Marquis Belphir was the one in need now.

Their past relationship? Pride as a man of power? He was a proud, powerful man, but now, just wanting to live was more important than his pride.

“…I will be direct. I do not believe that Roman Dmitri spared me out of mere mercy. You must have a clear intention. I want to share that intention and discuss the future. Of course, I am well aware that you find me distasteful. However, I am certain that a conversation with me would benefit Dmitri.”

He spoke in a strong tone.

Belphir wanted to sound strong, so he talked about his value.

“[I don’t like people who just talk.]” Dmitri paused slightly. “[Ten minutes. Show me you are worth my time.]”

Why was that?

Beyond the screen.

Roman Dmitri seemed to be looking down on him with an arrogant face.

He swallowed hard.

The other party was not very welcoming, but he had still been given a chance to speak.

That alone was reason enough to put everything into this call.

“There are several truths in Valhalla that are treated as top secrets. People think that the 14th son, the Valhalla Emperor, suddenly rebounded without any signs. That is not the truth. I recently learned that the previous emperor had already expressed his intention to pass his position to the 14th son through official documents. So, it means that the special forces currently possessed by the Valhalla Emperor originated from the previous emperor. It is still a mystery why the previous emperor chose the 14th son and why he passed the position through a rebellion instead of a normal method. What is certain is…”

He paused.

After making the other party wait in anticipation, he put strength into his words.

“The dangerous rumor that the Valhalla Emperor might be related to Chronos is not true. I do not know the exact truth about the Valhalla Emperor, nor the level of his special forces. Although I have served the Valhalla Emperor for a long time, he is still a difficult person, but I know quite a few truths that others cannot know. Moreover, there are many nobles in Valhalla who follow me. Those who fear the Valhalla Emperor usually rely on me a lot, and thanks to that, the power I have is at a level that has a tremendous impact on the current state of Valhalla.”

It was the weakness of fear politics. (Fear politics means ruling by making people afraid.)

The Valhalla Emperor pursued oppressive politics without paying attention to the gazes of his subordinates, which naturally led to Marquis Belphir forming a power base.

If the Emperor’s power had been intact, such a power base would have been meaningless.

But.

Now it was different.

With the Emperor’s status wavering, the nobles of Valhalla had no choice but to listen to Marquis Belphir’s words.

“I will not ask for much. When the rebels overthrow the Valhalla Emperor and declare a new era, help me maintain the same power I have now in that position. I do not think it is a losing proposition for Dmitri and the rebel forces either. This is a chance to quickly take control of the situation, if you are willing to share some of the power.”

His statement was persuasive.

Over the past few days.

While endlessly contemplating the aftermath of his decision, Marquis Belphir pondered how to persuade Roman Dmitri.

And he concluded that it was entirely possible.

It was well known that Roman Dmitri treated his enemies cruelly, but from the moment he spared him, he believed that there were exceptions, unlike the rumors.

He had done his best.

Now it was Roman Dmitri’s turn.

As he waited for a positive answer, he heard troubling words from beyond the communicator.

“[I have listened to your story. However, I never had any intention of accepting you from the beginning.]”

In that instant.

His heart sank.

What on earth did that mean?

He had never intended to accept him from the beginning.

In his bewildered state, Marquis Belphir stammered.

“…What do you mean? If you had nothing to ask of me, there would be no reason to keep me alive in the Valhalla Imperial Palace. If you had killed Belphir, the center of Valhalla’s power… The fear that would spread among the Valhalla nobles alone would have given Roman Dmitri a definite advantage.”

With that conviction.

He had picked up the magic communicator.

Believing that he wanted something from him, he had spent days agonizing over coming up with an attractive proposal.

“[You think you are much more important than you are.]”

He laughed.

The current picture.

He had anticipated it.

He had intended and induced it, but he had drawn a different picture than Marquis Belphir.

“[I do not reject people who face reality and stick with powerful people. I think such people are a necessary part of becoming a great nation, but I have clear standards for how I treat people. Did they do something unforgivable? Can I forgive them? Marquis Belphir. Which standard do you think you meet?]”

“Well…”

He was at a loss for words.

The past events.

His bad relationship with Dmitri came to mind.

From inviting him to the Valhalla Festival to assassinate him, to the series of events that brought in Chronos, Marquis Belphir had a significant influence.

He bit his lip with a bad feeling.

Come to think of it, Marquis Belphir could not be said to be completely unrelated to the Chronos incident that had angered Dmitri.

Then.

Why had he spared him?

No matter how much he thought about it, he could not find an answer to that question.

“What do you want from me! Tell me the truth!”

He shouted in frustration.

And the answer that came back shocked him.

“[As you said, you are a being who wields considerable influence within Valhalla. That is why I spared you. I created a deep distrust between the Valhalla Emperor and you, and I made it impossible for you to return to the Valhalla Imperial Family.]”

From beginning to end.

It was intentional.

He not only separated them with distrust, but also drew the situation after that in his head.

“[In fifteen days from now. I will send the communication records with you to the Valhalla Emperor. What you are thinking, what kind of proposal you made to me to overthrow the Valhalla Imperial Family. I will disclose all the contents of the magic communication we exchanged. Marquis Belphir. Because you have influence, I thought there was a more beneficial way than getting blood on my hands. And the fact that I induced your actions is not so important. The Valhalla Emperor, who will hear this magic communication, will express his anger at your true intentions.]”

He was in shock.

Belphir was shocked. Dmitri then told him the terrible truth.

“[So, from now on, do whatever it takes to overthrow the Valhalla Emperor to survive. If the Valhalla Emperor’s power is still intact in fifteen days. You will surely die, not by me, but by the Valhalla Emperor.]”

Thud.

The line went dead.

Marquis Belphir shouted, sounding desperate, but Roman Dmitry didn’t want to talk anymore. He leaned back in his chair in the grand Imperial Palace, the silence after the call echoing around him.

“When people have no other choice, they become dangerous,” Roman murmured to himself, thinking of Marquis Belphir.

Belphir.

Letting him live was one choice.

But even if Roman let him live, Marquis Belphir would always be planning to escape and thinking of every possible way to save himself. He would be like a trapped animal, always looking for a way out.

So, Roman decided to leave him no way out. He had cut off all paths of retreat.

If defeating the Valhalla Emperor was the only way to live, Belphir would have no choice but to gather all his forces to achieve that goal.

And above all else.

Roman Dmitry didn’t particularly want to spare Marquis Belphir’s life.

The mercy Roman Dmitry had shown was enough, allowing him to live a few more days.

It was like setting a fire.

Everything was ready.

Everything was ready for Valhalla to fall apart from the inside. The Valhalla Imperial Family would face a disaster like never before.

‘Could the rebellion really succeed?’

Hernan’s rebels.

The rioting populace.

The Dmitry allied forces in the north.

The kingdom alliance on the Western Front.

And finally, the traitor within.

The picture was perfect.

This combined force was strong enough to destroy most countries. But after meeting the Valhalla Emperor himself, Roman changed his mind.

‘Marquis Belphir had said the Valhalla Emperor knew a secret. Even Hao-moon’s spies couldn’t find out what it was. But Roman was sure of one thing: the Emperor was much stronger than he seemed. He could even turn the war around. Just like Chronos used hidden powers, like that powerful mage, the Valhalla Emperor would not be defeated easily.’

It was a certainty.

The meeting at the Imperial Palace.

The Valhalla Emperor chose to flee, but his eyes showed no fear of death.

It was a close call for the Emperor.

He could have died with one wrong move. But his eyes, cold and empty, looked at Roman Dmitry without fear.

In his previous life, Roman Dmitry had experienced individuals like him several times. Those who were nothing could never show such eyes.

So.

Roman thought about the chance that the rebellion might fail.

Because Valhalla was pushed to its limit, no matter what happened, Dmitry would gain something.

‘The only thing that could change things now is,’ Roman thought, ‘Chronos.’

Only their intervention could save Valhalla from the abyss of chaos.

A few days ago.

Western Front.

Marquis Vandenberg, the commander of the Western Front, watched the Chronos Empire army across the border. He was paying close attention to their movements.

“Something feels off.”

For the past few days.

Valhalla was in complete chaos.

If they wanted to resolve Valhalla’s problems, the Chronos Empire should have crossed the border and attacked Cairo long ago, which would have been the normal response.

Even though Chronos was hurt in the last peace talks, they were allies with Valhalla.

So, they should not just be watching.

But nothing changed.

The Chronos troops were just pretending to train.

Marquis Vandenberg felt something bad was going to happen.

‘Chronos is a country that loves to fight. They are like bullies who always blame others. They would not be quiet after just one loss. They are planning something. I don’t know what, but we can’t relax just because Chronos is not attacking yet,’ Vandenberg thought.

Western Front.

He knew Chronos was sneaky from past experiences.

His gut feeling told him something was wrong. So, Marquis Vandenberg quickly contacted Roman Dmitry.

[We need to find out what Chronos is planning.]

Things had changed.

Before, they waited for the enemy to attack.

Now, they wanted to stop the enemy’s plans before they even started.

A few days later.

On Roman Dmitry’s orders, one man headed to the Chronos Empire.

The capital of Chronos.

The warp gate glowed brightly.

Whoosh-

Thud thud.

The soldiers of Chronos.

They looked dangerous.

The person coming through the warp gate was known as dangerous in the Chronos Empire.

Soon.

A man stepped out of the light.

“Ugh. Long trips through warp gates are the worst.”

The man’s identity.

It was Count Fabius.

He looked around and smirked.

‘Wow. These guys look angry.’

Heading to the Chronos Empire.

He had received orders from Roman Dmitry.

Count Fabius knew this was dangerous. He spoke loudly and confidently to the knight who greeted him.

“I heard the Chronos Emperor has died. So, take me to the person in charge here. And listen carefully, if you bring me to someone unimportant, I’m leaving right away. I need to speak to someone who makes the decisions.”

He scratched his stomach.

Fabius was being very rude.

The knight who greeted him looked even angrier.