The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 432

CLANG!

The sound was sharp and clear, like a bell.

Each time Roman Dmitry’s hammer hit the hot steel, sparks flew. Flames danced around him, reaching high. Marquis Valentino watched, his breath held tight. Every strike made him jump a little. His hands clenched into fists.

A cold shiver went down Valentino’s back, even in the heat of the flames.

Marquis Valentino had always praised Roman Dmitry as the best craftsman on the continent. But now, he was seeing Dmitry’s work for the first time.

‘…The rumors were true!’

People had whispered about Roman Dmitry’s skill.

Roman Dmitry truly controlled the flames.

The flames wrapped around his whole body. Marquis Valentino’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t look away.

Marquis Valentino thought of old stories. Stories about blacksmiths from long ago. They were legends, said to make weapons for heroes. People said they were huge and strong, able to control fire. Flames would surround them when they worked. Valentino had thought these were just stories. But now, he saw Roman Dmitry. He controlled fire without magic! ‘He is making legend real,’ Valentino thought.

It was an amazing sight.

The fire blazed.

The hammer hit the steel over and over.

Roman Dmitry’s muscles moved like they would burst.

It was truly art.

Marquis Valentino had paid 500 gold to use the warp gate sooner. But watching Roman Dmitry, he didn’t regret spending the money.

He remembered the first time he saw a sword made by Roman Dmitry, the sword called ‘Blaze’. Even that amazing sword now seemed like just practice compared to this.

“Ah…”

He didn’t notice anything around him.

The space was crowded, but everyone watched with fascination. They all seemed to agree without speaking.

They forgot about time.

The sun began to set. A familiar face appeared through the crowd.

“Marquis!”

It was Valentino’s knight.

He wanted to wait until the end, but he had to interrupt Marquis Valentino’s thoughts.

“You have a meeting with the trading company soon. We don’t have much time. If we don’t hurry, we’ll have to pay a big penalty, Marquis Valentino!”

He called again.

Marquis Valentino didn’t turn around at first. But after about eight calls, he turned his head and said,

“Pay the penalty.”

“Pardon?”

“Pay all the penalties. There’s a special clause in the contract with the Valentino Trading Company. It says that if I see a work of art worth risking my life for, they will let me delay the contract once, no matter what. I haven’t used it in years, but I’ll use it this time.”

“In that case, we don’t need to pay the penalty, right?”

“That’s my gift. A gift to those who understand the old clause, asking them to understand the delay.”

It was clear.

Valentino had gone mad.

The delay meant he would put off the trading company’s business and stay here.

He turned his head again.

Marquis Valentino didn’t say anything else. He was completely lost in watching, with a happy look.

Roman Dmitry’s work impressed more than just Marquis Valentino.

Hendrick, the master blacksmith, had the best spot. He watched the scene, his heart pounding.

‘Amazing.’

A long time ago.

Hendrick had seen Roman Dmitry’s work before.

At that time, he couldn’t believe Roman Dmitry had made such a great piece. He checked it carefully and saw something unbelievable.

Roman Dmitry, working as a blacksmith surrounded by flames.

Since that day, he had respected Roman Dmitry. But as time passed, the memory became so strong that he wondered if it had been a dream.

And now.

He was seeing that moment again. Hendrick felt a rush of emotion.

‘The first time I saw Emperor Roman Dmitry’s work, I only saw the flames. I didn’t see the details. But it’s amazing. He controls fire perfectly. And to me, who has worked in a smithy my whole life, his work is perfect.’

It was incredible.

Who was Hendrick?

A Master Blacksmith.

Dmitry’s master, famous for his blacksmithing skills. And he was watching Roman Dmitry’s perfect skill.

To be exact, his basics were strong.

The hammering was rhythmic. He handled the red-hot steel perfectly.

The flames seemed to fill the space, but they weren’t just for show. They gave the steel the right heat at the right time.

He felt dizzy.

He had long respected Roman Dmitry’s skills. But when he looked closely, he saw that his basics were even stronger than he thought.

He couldn’t have known.

Roman Dmitry’s past life.

Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk had learned from many great artisans to make a single sword.

At first, he was clumsy.

But as time passed, his skills improved. When he became Cheonma, no one would refuse to teach him.

Roman Dmitry’s blacksmithing skills were like a collection of skills from the ancient martial arts masters.

The blacksmithing skills were shown from Roman Dmitry’s fingertips.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

Past life and present life.

The skills were in harmony.

He watched Roman Dmitry control the flames and continue his work. Then, Hendrick turned his head and looked at the blacksmiths with him.

“Don’t miss a single moment of what you see. That is what you should try to do. If you keep improving your skills and can be as good as His Majesty, you will be the new Master Blacksmith after me.”

It was high praise.

The blacksmiths looked surprised. He added one last thing.

“I don’t know when the work will be finished. From now on, one hour a day. Take one hour from your work time. All blacksmiths will watch Emperor Roman Dmitry’s work. It will be a more valuable lesson than ever before. If you don’t use this time, I will think you are not good enough to be blacksmiths.”

That day.

Marquis Valentino and the blacksmiths stayed there until the day was over and the sun rose.

One day, two days… ten days.

Time passed quickly.

At first, many people came. But as they got bored, fewer ordinary people came.

Some people still came.

But they weren’t as excited as on the first day. And some of them always kept their places.

The first group.

Hendrick and the blacksmiths were always around.

They couldn’t stop working to watch Roman Dmitry all day, so they took turns, watching for about an hour each.

Some were completely fascinated as they watched, others carefully took notes, and still others tried to copy Roman Dmitry’s movements, learning by doing.

In truth, their reactions were understandable.

For those who made their living as blacksmiths, Roman Dmitry’s work was an experience they couldn’t afford to miss, not even for a moment.

However, even more surprising was the second group.

Marquis Valentino had somehow acquired a tent and chair to shield himself from the sun. He sat in the plush chair and watched Roman Dmitry work for the tenth day in a row.

Hendrick and the blacksmiths at least had times when they left their posts.

But Marquis Valentino hadn’t stepped outside the tent even once.

This presented a problem.

How did he handle basic needs like using the toilet and eating?

The solution was simple.

“Screen the tent.”

“Yes, sir.”

Whoosh.

As soon as Marquis Valentino gave the order, the servants waiting nearby shielded the entrance of the tent.

It was a simple matter of blocking the view with cloth, and Marquis Valentino, forgetting about being dignified in that small space, took care of his personal needs.

The same went for food.

When the servants brought him simple food, Marquis Valentino ate while keeping his eyes fixed on Roman Dmitry.

He ate quickly to get back to watching.

The servants didn’t particularly complain about this.

Marquis Valentino was a truly unique individual, but he was known for compensating handsomely in situations like these.

But that wasn’t the only problem.

As problems piled up at the trading company over the course of ten days, and he faced situations he could no longer postpone, Marquis Valentino handled all his work inside the tent.

“Proceed with that as planned.”

“Contact the Franck Trading Company. Tell them we’ll buy all the stock. The Valentino Trading Company can handle it, can’t it?”

“Damn it. Request assistance from the surrounding trading companies and pull in as much manpower as possible.”

He was busy.

Even while glancing at Roman Dmitry’s work, Marquis Valentino personally resolved truly important matters.

Of course, it didn’t even take an hour a day.

He only dealt with matters that absolutely required his approval, and most of the work was handled by people he trusted and usually relied on.

It was utter madness.

Some people were amazed, calling him someone who loves money very much, while others shook their heads and thought it was crazy, saying this was why he was called a madman.

Many days and nights went by. People’s interest slowly faded.

When they heard rumors that Marquis Valentino was still in that spot, they simply shook their heads.

Inside and outside the smithy were completely separated.

No matter what happened outside, Roman Dmitry focused solely on his work as night and day changed countless times.

Clang!

Whoosh.

The flames exploded.

Each time he used his powerful energy, it resisted fiercely, but after thousands of repetitions, the fire became much less strong.

Roman Dmitry’s gaze at the steel burned with desire.

As he continued to work, a strong conviction grew in Roman Dmitry’s heart.

‘This will be the greatest thing I’ve ever made.’

Roman Dmitry’s working method was unique.

It stemmed from his life in the previous world, where he always poured his heart and soul into making a sword, suited to his skill level.

When he was a third-rate martial artist, he made a third-rate sword.

When he was a second-rate martial artist, he made a second-rate sword.

When he was a first-rate martial artist, he made a first-rate sword.

As his mastery increased, the perfection of his sword-making inevitably improved, but this work completely deviated from the standards of his previous life.

If the current level simply determined the perfection of the sword, then the sword he made when he was about to ascend to immortality would have been the best.

But now it was different. He gained new insights while living a new life, and he entered a completely new realm as the flames of the fire demon surged.

And all of that was possible because he had reached the highest level of skill.

He used skills from his past life and his current life. Everything he had learned, all his experiences, even his fight with Alexandre, came together now. This was possible because he had reached a new level of skill.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The hammering intensified.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

The agony of creating the sword turned into conviction, and he became absorbed in the moment before him to create a perfect result, no matter how long it took.

Joy enveloped his entire body.

What had initially been merely a desperate struggle for survival had evolved into an element that gave Roman Dmitry of this life another joy in life.

Clang!

Unceasing hammering.

Surging flames.

Time passed quickly, and a month had passed since the start of the work.

It was dawn.

In the quiet time when even the birds weren’t singing, Roman Dmitry looked at the sword with calm eyes.

‘I’ve completed it.’

Within this sword, he had put in the lives of his past and present.

Without a doubt, there was no sword more excellent than this in both lives.

‘Your name is Spirit.’