The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 445

Isabel.

People in Salamander Continent did not know Isabel’s story. They didn’t know who she was, how she lived, or why this ‘Saintess’ was in the middle of all the chaos. She was a mystery to them.

She had only appeared briefly during the war with Chronos. Right after she learned that Odelia had fallen, she started thinking very deeply.

That day.

After praying for a long time, she accepted that she had to walk a difficult path.

She thought, ‘Evil forces are showing their bad plans. Soon, a door to the Demon Realm will open. Demons from that realm, now free because of Alexander, will attack our world. Alexander was just a servant, but he used magic strong enough to destroy Odelia’s capital. This proves it. The time is coming. The dark time for this world that God told me about.’

Her eyes twitched.

She looked closely at the truth.

Knowing the dangers in the world, she tried hard to stop them.

But she couldn’t change fate. The evil she had barely held back was now spreading everywhere.

Alexander, the Demon King of the Demon Realm, wanted to swallow this world, and it was making it hard for her to breathe.

The oracle said:

[God says that one day, someone who can take God’s place will appear and fix the problems of this world. But if that time is missed, the world will be stuck in despair forever.]

Someone who can take God’s place.

This was the reality she had to face.

Isabel didn’t want to worry people who didn’t know the truth with this terrible news. So, she had to decide how to stop the bad plan that was coming.

To be honest, she didn’t know how to solve the problem.

Even with God’s help, her power was weak. The darkness threatening the world was too strong for humans to handle.

She looked up.

Looking at God, she said to herself.

“From the moment I was born, I knew I would live for this world. I used to think I could solve all the problems, but I don’t think so anymore. I am just a weak human. I can’t stop the despair that’s coming by myself. So, I want to go to the Demon Realm. I will risk my life to keep hope alive, so that humans can have time to get ready for war and chaos.”

She knew it herself.

This choice.

It was like suicide.

If she went to the Demon Realm, she could never return to the human world. The soldiers who went with her wouldn’t survive either.

But she knew the truth and accepted it as her duty.

Isabel had been called a Saintess since she was born. She couldn’t think of a better way to help.

No answer came back.

Isabel knew from experience that this was God’s will.

To do what was right.

God was silent.

God had limited Himself by giving her special powers. Isabel tried to understand God’s will as much as she could.

There was no time to wait.

She had spent a lot of time in the place where God’s blessing had come down. Now, she stood up and faced the people watching her.

Among them.

Was Leo, the commander of the Royal Knights.

He had always been with her. He came to her with a worried look and said.

“Your Majesty… What if you go back to Arcadia? The oracle always asks you to sacrifice yourself. Now that the Chronos Empire has agreed to a truce, there’s no reason to stay here.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

She shook her head.

She had accepted her fate.

She had to tell them the truth, even though it meant sacrificing those who followed her.

“When Alexander destroyed Odelia’s capital, he used 9th circle magic, which is forbidden. This means the restrictions have been lifted. That’s why they dared to start a war, knowing we would step in. There’s no time now. The moment they get what they want by killing people, even God’s power won’t be able to stop the darkness that will fall on the continent.”

That day.

Isabel and her soldiers began their journey.

It was a noble sacrifice that no one would know about.

The people of the Salamander Continent didn’t know how much Isabel was giving up, but she had to go on that journey.

Many things happened in the world.

Arcadia fell, the Second Continental War happened, Alexander died, and so on.

Time passed quickly. Isabel and her soldiers entered the Demon Realm and began to lose track of time.

Kill.

They killed, and killed again.

From the moment they entered the Demon Realm, monsters attacked them. Isabel used her divine power to slaughter them.

To connect the Demon Realm and the human world, certain things needed to happen.

There needed to be a door between the worlds, dimensions had to break down, and there had to be chaos in the human world. Most of these things were happening, but Isabel’s God-given power was stopping the door from fully opening.

It was covered in blood.

The number of soldiers was decreasing every day. Isabel felt her life draining away, soaked in blood.

‘Oh, God.’

She looked for God.

She wanted the strength to keep going.

God gave her endless power through dark magic. Thanks to that, she was able to keep fighting against the monsters.

But even that had its limits.

When the commander of the 3rd Legion started to move, they were caught. They had to fight bloody battles every day, to the point where they couldn’t even sleep.

In the end.

They lost all their soldiers.

Leo and she kept fighting. They tried to stay hopeful, but they were in a desperate situation.

“Cough.”

Leo spat out blood.

The bodies of monsters were piled up like mountains around him. But Isabel was focused on the terrible wounds on Leo’s body, not on how many enemies had died.

Isabel felt like she couldn’t breathe. Seeing Leo like this made her lose control of her emotions.

“…This isn’t right. We can’t die like this.”

As a Saintess.

She always wanted to be calm.

People didn’t see her as a normal human. She wanted to be what they wanted her to be.

But.

She couldn’t be a Saintess now.

Leo was a long-time friend.

From the moment Isabel was born until now, Leo had always been there for her.

“…Your Majesty. No, Isabel.”

Leo’s face became calm again.

This was not a good sign.

False dawn.

Leo, who was dying, used his life force for the last time.

“Isabel… the Isabel I remember… so fragile… She always tried to be calm, even though she should have been acting spoiled to her parents. People praised her as a Saintess and saw her as their only hope. I always felt sorry for you. Even if you solve all the problems, it wasn’t for yourself.”

He smiled.

All the soldiers, including him.

They knew Isabel’s truth.

She wasn’t a strong person. No one disagreed with her decision to go to the Demon Realm.

She was trying to sacrifice herself again as a Saintess.

Leo and the soldiers knew they would die if they followed her. They wanted to protect Isabel until the end.

It was loyalty.

They didn’t want her to feel alone, especially after she had sacrificed herself for humanity.

“Ugh.”

She spat out blood.

Leo’s face was even paler now. He looked at Isabel, his eyes blurry.

“Your Majesty,” Leo said, his voice weak. “I wanted you to be happy. Just Isabel, the person, not the Saintess. I failed you.”

He was too weak to speak more. He lowered his head, unable to finish saying sorry.

It was over.

Everyone was dead.

Isabel was left alone, and she could no longer see a path forward.

“I’m sorry, everyone. But I will not let your deaths be for nothing. As Saintess Isabel, I will face what is really happening.”

She used her sword to rise.

She wiped the blood from her face.

She would die.

Even if she died, she would kill at least one more of them.

Some might call it foolish, but this was the life she had chosen as Saintess Isabel.

And now.

She was cornered.

For the first time, the Third Corps Commander had appeared before her, and she was being driven into a corner by the demons under his command.

Flash!

Rumble!

“Kieeeeek.”

“Kek.”

The holy light swept away the demons in an instant.

Powerful holy light crashed down, cutting through the dark clouds above. It was very strong, destroying hundreds of demons. But more demons quickly took their place, filling the empty spaces.

Her breath grew ragged.

Her clothes were ripped and stained with blood. Cuts covered her arms and legs, and every breath hurt. Her hair, soaked in blood, had lost its once brilliant color.

Thud.

Thud, thud.

The world shook.

As the Third Corps Commander approached, Isabel felt an immense pressure she had never experienced before.

“Human wench,” the Commander growled, his voice like rocks grinding together. “You were able to endure for so long with the favor of God, but this is a world where divine intervention is not permitted. So, accept reality. We will destroy all humans in your world, you included. And the world you have struggled to protect will be reduced to a plaything for our amusement.”

She didn’t care about the rules of dimension.

The chaos caused by the collapse of dimensions was, rather, the future they desired.

It was over.

Looking at the towering demon, its skin like black tar, muscles bulging, face a twisted mask of horns and sharp teeth, Isabel knew she could no longer endure.

Suddenly.

Leo’s words came to mind.

That day, Leo had said to Isabel, who was struggling:

“Your Majesty, do not try to bear everything alone. Even if you were to lay down the heavy burden of the oracle, humans would somehow find a new path, as proven by the history that has repeated itself.”

She did not answer those words.

She smiled silently.

Leo thought that Isabel could not let go of her burden as a saintess, but the truth was different from what he believed.

One day.

Isabel heard about Roman Dmitry.

The life he had lived, the path he was showing, and the strength he possessed that was different from her own.

Watching him stand firm against Aleksandr, Isabel began to think that perhaps she was not the hero of the prophecy.

She did not have the power to achieve the purpose God desired.

But Roman Dmitry, who was born into a mere baronial family and achieved unbelievable feats, could do it.

She looked up at the sky.

She clasped her hands together and waited for an answer, but God did not say a word.

Only then did she realize.

That she was not the hero.

That she might merely be a tool to buy time until Roman Dmitry appeared.

However.

That too was fate.

She accepted the will of God.

Isabel wanted people to be happy.

Even though she was not the hero of the prophecy that people desired, she wanted to be faithful to the life she had lived.

That was Isabel’s life.

Having been called a saintess since birth and hailed as the savior of humanity, she could not even conceive of a selfish life where she thought only of herself.

Even knowing she was not the hero.

She entered the Demon World.

Even amidst the splattering blood and engulfing pain, she believed that what she was doing was right.

It was for the sake of humanity.

And knowing that Roman Dmitry would be there after she fell, she could smile.

“…I will kill you before I go.”

Rumble!

She drew upon her divine power.

The Demon World and the human world were separate dimensions.

She knew that if she accepted any more of God’s power than this, her own body would not be safe due to the rules of dimension.

The rules of dimension were old, even older than God. God had to follow them too.

“Insolent fool,” the Third Corps Commander roared.

Thud.

The Third Corps Commander approached.

His massive body covered in muscles, his monstrous face spewed red light.

He unleashed his mana.

The mana, swirling with darkness, amplified explosively, attempting to directly counter Isabel’s power.

It was the end.

Flash!

Rumble!

Dozens of steps away.

With a tremendous roar, the boundary of the dimension suddenly tore open.

For a moment.

The situation did not register in her mind.

In the space tearing open as if a dimensional gate were opening, Isabel momentarily forgot reality and gazed at the place.

And she saw.

Someone who should not be here.

A situation she had never imagined even once.

“Y-You, how are you here…”

Thud, thud.

Beyond the rift in the dimension.

Roman Dmitry appeared.