The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 366

A few days earlier.

The news was shocking: the rebellion had won.

Just looking at how strong they were, Marquis Belphir’s rebellion should have failed. But reports said they had a big victory and still had many soldiers left.

It was very strange. Could bribing guards and poisoning soldiers really lead to such a win?

Roman Dmitry had met the Valhalla Emperor himself. He knew the answer.

“Impossible,” Roman Dmitry thought.

This wasn’t just a feeling.

He looked at all the information he had. Based on the facts, Belphir’s rebellion should only have weakened the Emperor’s army a little.

So how did Belphir actually win?

Roman Dmitry thought hard about this unbelievable situation. He came up with three possible ideas.

First:

‘Maybe the Valhalla Emperor wasn’t as strong as we thought. If Belphir attacked by surprise, it might have worked.’

Just maybe.

If the Valhalla Emperor was only pretending to be crazy to hide how weak he was, and Roman Dmitry hadn’t seen his full power, then maybe this could have happened.

But this seemed very unlikely.

From the day he became Emperor, the Valhalla Emperor had shown amazing power.

Everyone who saw it was scared, and that’s how he ruled with fear.

The Valhalla Emperor’s power was real.

When Roman Dmitry felt it himself, it was clear that the Emperor had a lot of power.

So, the second idea seemed more likely.

‘Maybe the thing that gave him power left him. That could explain why the Valhalla Emperor lost.’

This was the most likely explanation.

It made the idea of a mysterious power seem more real. It also explained why the Valhalla Emperor, who had been so strong, suddenly fell apart.

The problem was, why did this mysterious power leave him?

According to what Marquis Belphir said about Valhalla’s secret, the Valhalla Emperor’s power came from the previous emperor.

By making his fourteenth son the next emperor, he gave him power and made him take the throne through a rebellion.

The reason for this choice was unknown.

What was clear was that there was no reason for the power to leave the Valhalla Emperor now.

If they were thinking about Valhalla’s future, this kind of change wouldn’t make sense. But it wasn’t meant to destroy Valhalla; the Emperor was doing what they wanted him to do.

None of the ideas seemed right.

He changed how he was thinking.

Maybe Chronos was helping the Valhalla Emperor, like people used to think.

‘But that doesn’t make sense either.’

If Chronos was supporting the Valhalla Emperor, if he was a puppet controlled by Alexandre, there was even less reason to abandon him.

Even if the rebels were winning, it would have been more helpful for Chronos to keep the Valhalla Emperor alive and control him.

And if that was true, it didn’t explain why Chronos hadn’t joined the war.

Keeping the Emperor alive would help Chronos in the future. But they did nothing and lost land instead.

The last idea was that it could be a trap.

Maybe he was pretending to be dead and planning something, but that didn’t make sense either.

The Valhalla Emperor’s power came from his strong control, and destroying a government based on fear wouldn’t help him.

And Marquis Belphir had checked this carefully.

It was important to him, so he proved to everyone that it was really the Valhalla Emperor.

In the end, there was no good answer.

From the start, from the moment the fourteenth son became Emperor to his death, everything about this story was a mystery.

“This is getting very interesting,” Roman Dmitry said with a smile.

If Marquis Belphir somehow won the rebellion, he had a rough plan for what to do. He never thought it would actually happen.

Roman Dmitry admitted he didn’t see this coming, but he wasn’t going to let it throw him off. He knew that things could change quickly on the battlefield.

He had seen situations change like this many times before.

He called a soldier.

“Connect me to Duke Vieto using magical communication.”

He started a new plan that was right for the situation.

Back to the present.

The same scene was happening again.

On the same platform where the Valhalla Emperor had been hanged, Marquis Belphir was now waiting to be executed. The execution platform was the same wooden stage where the Emperor had died. A large crowd had gathered, their faces grim.

His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, showing his fear.

As people gathered, he shouted in a desperate voice.

“Duke Vieto! I don’t know what you think I did wrong, but this isn’t fair! A traitor? I killed the Valhalla Emperor myself. That’s what you wanted too, so why are you calling me a traitor? I did what everyone wanted! Please, let me go!” Belphir’s voice cracked with fear as he shouted.

The rope tightened around his neck, digging into his skin.

Belphir’s soldiers were nearby, but they couldn’t bring themselves to draw their swords to save him.

Roman Dmitry stood firm.

Because Roman Dmitry was there, the soldiers and guards only watched each other, unable to step forward. He had single-handedly turned Valhalla’s capital upside down.

They couldn’t help him because Duke Vieto had called him a traitor. If he couldn’t prove he wasn’t a traitor, they couldn’t help him.

Enough people had gathered.

Duke Vieto ignored Marquis Belphir and spoke loudly to the people.

“I will now tell you why Marquis Belphir is being charged. When Valhalla was suffering under the Emperor, Marquis Belphir was his helper. He and the Emperor ruined Valhalla. He didn’t respect the warriors’ duels, and he planned the attack on Roman Dmitry when he was invited to the Valhalla Festival.”

“I can explain! I was ordered to do it…” Tears streamed down Belphir’s face as he pleaded.

“Shut him up.”

A soldier covered his mouth from behind.

Marquis Belphir glared and tried to say he was innocent, but Duke Vieto didn’t listen.

“Now, I will play the magical communication that Marquis Belphir sent to Roman Dmitry.”

Beep.

[I want to talk to Roman Dmitry about the future. I know you don’t like me, but I think talking to me will be helpful for you.]

As the conversation played, the people’s faces showed anger.

Leading a rebellion was good.

If he had been a rebel from the start, they would have cheered him on.

“When things got bad, Marquis Belphir contacted Roman Dmitry and offered to join the rebellion. As you can guess, I worked with Roman Dmitry to plan this rebellion. You might not like that I brought outsiders into Valhalla’s problems, but Roman Dmitry proved he was a warrior at the Valhalla Festival and deserves to help Valhalla. He risked his life for us. He wanted to help us make Valhalla better. But what about Marquis Belphir? He betrayed the Valhalla Emperor to save himself, after always criticizing the rebels and Roman Dmitry. Valhalla is in trouble because of people like Belphir. He killed the emperor he worked for and only cared about himself, not Valhalla’s future.”

He shouted, his veins popping out in his neck.

Valhalla…

Duke Vieto watched Marquis Belphir being dragged away. He respected the pride of a warrior, even in his enemies.

Duke Vieto glared at Marquis Belphir. He hated Belphir even more than Roman Dmitry, the man who had hurt Valhalla’s soldiers. Belphir was like a clinging bat, always trying to get power. Duke Vieto’s face hardened. Around him, people were angry. They saw Belphir as no better than the old Emperor. Both men, they thought, had brought shame and darkness to Valhalla’s history.

Crack!

“Kraaah.”

He bit the hand that covered his mouth.

Once his mouth was free, Marquis Belphir roared with all his might.

“You son of a bitch! We both rebelled! Why are you acting like you’re better than me?! I am the hero who executed the Valhalla Emperor. I succeeded in the rebellion, but I cannot accept being called a traitor. Follow me! Follow me and punish Duke Vieto!”

His words were nothing more than a meaningless struggle.

No one agreed.

It was then. The moment Marquis Belphir, who was struggling, met Roman Dmitry’s eyes, a familiar voice whispered in his mind.

“[Marquis Belphir. You will face death in this place today, with all your achievements in life denied. And the bloodline of the traitors will be brutally killed. That is the gift I promised to give you when we meet again.]”

Roman Dmitry smiled.

Goosebumps rose.

His eyes widened.

The moment Marquis Belphir tried to shout something, he felt his feet sink.

Thud.

“Gack, cough!”

The execution was carried out.

The rope tightened around his neck.

Marquis Belphir wanted to say just one more thing, but he couldn’t utter a word due to the pressure constricting his breath.

He flailed his feet.

With a flushed face, he showed his attachment to life.

But it was a futile struggle.

In the end, Marquis Belphir, once the most powerful man in Valhalla, met the same end as the Valhalla Emperor.

The situation was settled.

In a separate place, Duke Vieto looked at Roman Dmitry and said,

“Roman Dmitry, I don’t know how to thank you enough. You saved Valhalla.”

He was sincere.

Only 200,000 soldiers. It was a woefully insufficient number to overthrow the Valhalla Emperor, and knowing this, those who followed Duke Vieto were prepared to die. But the result miraculously ended in victory for the rebels.

Roman Dmitry had done amazing things. He made the people of Valhalla angry at the Emperor. He fought back the Emperor’s soldiers. He even made Marquis Belphir attack the Emperor. No one could deny how important Roman Dmitry was.

It was perfect. Even if Duke Vieto had been the Valhalla Emperor, he was not confident that he could have stopped Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry said,

“We have simply fulfilled our promises to each other. Duke Vieto has also fulfilled his promise, so that is thanks enough.”

The deal with Duke Vieto had two conditions: If the rebellion succeeded, to maintain a friendly relationship with Valhalla and to publicly apologize for what happened at the Valhalla Festival.

While the former was a promise to be kept gradually, Duke Vieto showed respect for Roman Dmitry, going beyond a public apology.

Thanks to this, people’s views of Roman Dmitry changed. They were sincerely ashamed of Valhalla’s actions and expressed their gratitude towards Roman Dmitry.

Finally, Roman Dmitry achieved everything he wanted. By also dealing with Marquis Belphir, he perfectly eliminated all the remaining bad blood in Valhalla.

It was a satisfactory result. Originally, he would have retreated as is, but Roman Dmitry’s mind changed.

“There is something I would like to ask.”

“Just say the word. If it is something within my authority, I will do anything for my benefactor.”

It was not an empty promise. Duke Vieto looked with sincere eyes, as if he would give away even his own property.

However,

“I would like to enter the Southern Tomb.”

The moment he heard the request, a crack appeared on Duke Vieto’s face.

He was speechless.

The Southern Tomb was a sensitive place. Located in the Southern Jungle, which could be said to be the origin of the Valhalla Empire, all the Valhalla Emperors were buried in the Southern Tomb upon their death.

The meaning of entering there was clear: It was to check the records of the previous generations that were buried with the bodies of the Valhalla Emperors.

Duke Vieto looked troubled.

“I would like to grant your request if possible, but entering the Southern Tomb is a separate matter. It’s not that Roman Dmitry is not qualified. Outsiders are usually not allowed to enter, but since proving his worth as a warrior at the Valhalla Festival, Roman Dmitry has transcended the status of a mere outsider.”

He also knew Roman Dmitry’s intentions. It was to check the records related to the Valhalla Emperor, but this was not a matter of whether he allowed it or not.

“To enter the Southern Tomb, you must pass the ‘Test’. You must publicly accept challenges from the warriors of Valhalla and the minority tribes of the Southern Jungle, and survive a one-to-many battle for a whole week to set foot in the Southern Tomb. Of course, there is no doubt about Roman Dmitry’s martial prowess. But the minority tribes of the Southern Jungle are beings different from common sense. And the Dark Elves will also not allow you to enter the tomb.”

The Southern minority tribes and Dark Elves were beings he had only heard rumors about.

Roman Dmitry smiled.

“That is something I will handle. If you create the opportunity, I will not hold you responsible for what happens afterwards.”

He swallowed a groan.

This time, Roman Dmitry had created the best possible outcome, but he felt the need to separately investigate the secrets related to the Valhalla Emperor.

Marquis Belphir had clearly said that there was a content that officially designated the 14th prince as the successor in the official document.

He didn’t know how he had confirmed the document, but there was a high probability that related data was in the tomb.

He pondered for a long time. Duke Vieto frowned and pondered repeatedly, and then spoke with a determined expression.

“I understand. I will declare the Warrior’s Test to the people tomorrow.”

The next day, the news that they would proceed with the Warrior’s Test, a ritual that was only mentioned in legends, turned Valhalla upside down.