The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 4

A roar echoed from outside the door.

Baron Romero was angry, which was no surprise. But the punishment for Roman was too much.

This made Roman’s reaction even more confusing.

Roman should have said Flora broke off the engagement first. But he refused to say her name.

“Are you completely mad?”

“Perhaps. I feel perfectly fine.”

Roman’s reaction was indifferent.

Even as Flora looked up at him, he just swiped at the blood trickling down his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

The cut on Roman’s head was small. Baron Romero hadn’t meant to hurt him badly, just scrape the skin. Only a few drops of blood appeared.

“Do you even know what you’ve taken on? The Blood Fangs, Roman! They’re a notoriously ruthless group in this area. How on earth do you plan to deal with them without the family’s help?”

Blood Fangs.

Their infamy was not limited to Dimitri.

There had been many incidents in Lawrence as well, and the assassination of a noble, in particular, had heightened their notoriety.

The Blood Fangs are scary because they have nothing to lose. They usually stay away from nobles, unless nobles bother them. But if they feel hurt, they will attack back, even if it means they die. Some of them strap magic bombs to their bodies and commit suicide attacks. Do you really think you can handle such people? Just tell the truth, please, and go to the Baron right now, kneel, and beg for mercy.

“Why should I?”

“Why? I’ve explained the reasons clearly enough…”

“You’re a funny one.”

Roman chuckled.

Flora had eyes that usually charmed everyone. But Roman was not charmed.

“I understand what you’re saying. You didn’t consider my circumstances at all when you proposed breaking off the engagement, but now that I’m taking responsibility and solving the problem, you’re suddenly worried. But let me tell you something. From the moment you said ‘break off the engagement’ when we first met, you lost the right to care about what happens to me. That’s what our relationship is now.”

Flora.

From the moment he met her, Roman had done his best to act as a proper fiancé.

He had doused himself in such strong cologne to mask the scent of blood that his face contorted, and he had worn the suffocating formal attire without complaint.

That was to show the other party at least a minimum of respect.

Roman, like Flora, was considering breaking off the engagement, but he didn’t want to ruin things by upsetting a woman who had done him no harm from the very first meeting.

But Flora was not the same.

The first time they met.

The first words they exchanged.

It was about breaking off the engagement.

Looking at Flora’s cold face, Roman realized that there was no need to be considerate of her.

So, he accepted the breakup.

The reason he said he would take all the responsibility was that he didn’t want to be involved with Flora any longer.

“……”

Flora was taken aback.

This was a situation she had never experienced before.

Ordinary men usually accepted her kindness positively, but Roman was excessively edgy.

Flora was speechless.

Looking down at her, Roman said coldly.

“We are now strangers. So, I will take care of my own affairs.”

He drew a line.

Even though many men admired Flora like a beautiful flower, Roman saw her differently.

Roman turned his gaze away as if Flora was nothing, and left her behind.

After the commotion subsided.

Baron Romero, left alone in his office, drank heavily until the sun went down.

“You’re drinking too much.”

Lihanna Dimitri.

Roman’s mother and Baron Romero’s wife, she checked the surroundings and spoke in a gentle voice.

The surroundings were a mess.

Objects thrown by Baron Romero were scattered on the floor, and the table was full of empty bottles.

The smell of alcohol from the empty bottles was so strong it made you want to frown.

Baron Romero’s face was red and hot from the alcohol. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were now clouded with pain, like a wounded animal.

“Lihanna, I resorted to violence against Roman today. I know better than anyone how wrong that was, but when I came to my senses, blood was flowing from Roman’s head. Am I not a pathetic father? Trying to correct things with violence just because my son doesn’t grow up the way I want him to.”

He ruffled his hair in anguish.

Baron Romero was not born noble.

He was born poor. As a child, his blacksmith father beat him almost to death every day.

Perhaps that was why.

The moment Baron Romero obtained the title of nobility, he vowed not to pass on such experiences to his children.

In fact, his three sons lived without knowing hardship.

The problem was, loving his sons too much wasn’t right. And sadly, Roman, who also knew what it was like to be poor, started making bad choices.

A sore spot.

That was Roman.

Baron Romero, who had never resorted to violence even when Roman went astray, couldn’t bear it this time.

Lihanna approached Baron Romero, hugged him, and stroked his hair.

“I don’t think violence is the right thing to do. But when a child goes astray, the only people who can correct them are their parents. So, don’t feel too guilty. The Romero Dimitri I know is strong. He wouldn’t just watch his son make bad choices without doing something.”

“I’m not as great as you think. Seeing that Roman mentioned breaking off the engagement right after the Lawrence heiress visited, he must have been unilaterally notified of the breakup. Yet, I vented my anger on Roman. Even though I know there’s nothing he can do, I chose an easy target instead of blaming Lawrence.”

“I know, I understand your feelings. But there’s still a chance to set things right.”

Lihanna.

He knew what she was talking about.

From the time Baron Romero was a commoner, Lihanna had always suggested wise solutions to him.

“…Are you talking about the Blood Fangs?”

“Yes. Roman is a proud child. So, he must have said in a fit of anger that he would handle the Blood Fangs alone. But if we leave things as they are, we don’t know what will happen. So, you must protect Roman.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

Baron Romero nodded.

Blood Fangs.

He didn’t think Roman could handle a group notorious for their wickedness.

He needed a plan to keep Roman safe. He didn’t know what would happen if Roman angered the Blood Fangs too much.

Lihanna said.

“How about calling Commander Jonathan? Roman won’t be able to handle things alone, so he’ll definitely try to win over the Commander. Then Jonathan can pretend to be unable to resist and handle things as Roman wants.”

“You’re right.”

Jonathan was the commander of the Dimitri Knights. He was a very strong warrior, known for his powerful magic.

Baron Romero felt a knot of worry in his stomach.

“Summon Sir Jonathan immediately,” he told a servant.

But Baron Romero and his people forgot one thing.

Roman Dmitry had changed.

He was not the weak boy they remembered.

This new Roman was strong and determined, and he would not back down.

A few days later, Roman left the inner castle with only Hans accompanying him.

Hans followed behind Roman, his brow furrowed with worry.

“Young Master, please be careful!” Hans said, his voice shaking.

“It’s too dangerous to go out alone. The Blood Fangs are bad people. They hurt nobles before. They might want revenge. Please, let’s go back to the castle. It’s not safe here.”

Hans was right.

Over the past few days, Roman had learned about the Blood Fangs and realized they were as dangerous as rumored.

Roman said, “As you said, the Blood Fangs are a dangerous group. They are hard to catch because they don’t have one main base. They are everywhere and nowhere. People are scared because they can attack at any time, anywhere.”

“But tell me, do you think this Blood Fang group gained this much power overnight?”

“I don’t know.”

“The incident started by chance. The Blood Fangs once waged war against loan sharks who opposed them, and they gained notoriety by brutally killing them. That’s how it started. Being known for violence made people afraid. The Blood Fangs learned that fear was a powerful weapon.”

Hans looked at Roman with a puzzled expression.

“But isn’t it still dangerous?”

“It is.”

Roman chuckled, but his eyes turned cold.

“‘Heavenly Demon…’ The words tasted like ash in his mouth. He remembered the screams, the smell of blood, the constant threat of death. He had seen so much darkness… suicide attacks were just another Tuesday. Every day, enemies tried to kill him.”

Their notoriety did not instill even a shred of fear in Roman.

“Let’s go in there for now.”

“Yes?”

Roman stopped walking and entered a small restaurant, filled with the warm smell of spices and cooking meat.

The tables were wooden and worn, and the air buzzed with the chatter of people eating and talking.

Hans was taken aback by Roman’s sudden entry into the restaurant, but he hurriedly followed him.

Soon, dishes piled high with colorful food arrived at their table, steaming and fragrant.

Roman said to Hans in a calm voice, “I’ll be back after going out for a while while you’re eating.”

Hans, who had been drooling, was startled.

“What do you mean?”

“From now on, this is something I have to handle. There’s no need for you to take the risk.”

“I absolutely cannot allow that. Even if I am in danger, I cannot send you alone, Young Master.”

Hans was resolute.

He looked ready to grab a knife and rush out at any moment.

Roman smiled.

Hans.

He was a good man.

Regardless of the wall between master and servant, he was genuinely worried about Roman’s safety.

Roman said, “You are my man. Am I right?”

“Of course, I am your man, Young Master.”

“Then do what you can for me. I do not wish for meaningless sacrifices. Doing what you cannot do is not for me, but for your own greed. So, you can sit here and enjoy the food as I have ordered. Your role is already fulfilled just by coming out here with me.”

Roman.

As he lived his new life, he built a fence.

And he put Hans inside that fence for the first time.

Status did not matter.

Roman had accepted Hans as his man, and he would never take his life lightly.

“I’ll be right back.”

With that, Roman got up from his seat.

Hans was left alone.

He repeated Roman’s words with a shocked expression.

“‘My man.’ Young Master Roman. He had never heard such words while following him.”

Hans stared at Roman, his mouth slightly open.

The words echoed in his ears.

He had served Roman for so long, but he never expected to hear those words.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

It was the first time anyone had truly accepted him, a simple commoner, as something more.

“I have to let them know.”

He couldn’t let Young Master Roman die like this.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, but if he wandered around outside alone, something was bound to happen.

Hans’ chair scraped back loudly as he jumped to his feet.

“I have to help him!” he thought, his heart pounding.

He burst out of the restaurant and ran, his only thought to reach the Dmitry Knights.

Young Master Roman was in danger, and Hans would do anything to protect him.

The food grew cold and untouched, a silent witness to the danger Roman now faced, and the desperate loyalty of the servant who would risk everything for him.