The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 547

Roman Dmitry came to visit. It was not a surprise attack. He came to the front gate like a guest and asked to meet Markov.

“This must be a trap,” someone said. “Why would Roman Dmitry come here if he wasn’t crazy? It’s like walking into a death trap!”

Markov thought the same thing.

Russia had many soldiers in Moscow. If Roman Dmitry came here, he would not leave alive. So, Markov thought Roman Dmitry’s plan was clear. Maybe he wanted to kill Markov. He could pretend to want a meeting, then try to assassinate him. This could change the bad situation for Korea. This was the only reason Markov could think of for Roman Dmitry coming.

Markov almost said no. He didn’t want to bring danger to himself. But then, a soldier spoke, as if he knew what Markov was thinking.

“Roman Dmitry promised. He swore on the honor of his country, Korea, that he would not try to kill you.”

Markov was very surprised. He had been ready to accuse Roman Dmitry of planning to attack!

If Roman Dmitry promised not to attack, maybe he really did just want a meeting. But Markov still didn’t understand why.

Markov thought Roman Dmitry was telling the truth. Even though he hadn’t known Roman Dmitry for long, he had seen how brave Roman Dmitry was.

Maybe people who are very confident keep their promises. So, maybe Markov could use this to his advantage.

Markov spoke. “I don’t know why Roman Dmitry wants to meet me. But he is acting like he owns the place, walking into our headquarters like it’s nothing. If we get ready to attack him, I will be safe. In fact, we might be able to kill Roman Dmitry right here.”

Markov changed his mind. This was a chance! Roman Dmitry had promised something, but Markov had not promised anything back. Of course, it was still risky.

Markov was offering himself as bait. If Gennajit was still alive, Markov needed to give him time to take control of the magic teleporter.

In many ways, this was a good plan. Now that Roman Dmitry was trapped, there was no reason not to capture him.

“Tell all soldiers to get ready for battle! We will bring Roman Dmitry here. No matter what we talk about, we will not let him leave alive. Be very careful! He is like a monster. He beat a very strong Vampire Lord. Even if many of our soldiers die fighting him, it’s okay. If we can kill Roman Dmitry, the rest of the Korean army will be easy to defeat.”

Markov laughed. Roman Dmitry was the fool! Markov thought. Roman Dmitry’s overconfidence would destroy him.

‘Maybe we can end this war without the World Government getting involved,’ Markov thought.

His smile grew bigger. He looked calm again. Markov imagined Roman Dmitry arriving soon.

It was a huge open space. Many Russian soldiers were gathered there. There were tens of thousands of them, standing in straight lines, waiting for Markov to give an order. If you were the enemy, it would be a scary sight. No small army could fight so many soldiers. You could feel the strong power coming from them, filling the whole space.

This place was clearly a trap to kill someone. It was a place where enemies should never walk. But a man was walking towards it from far away.

Step by step.

Not too slow.

Not too fast.

As he walked through the soldiers, everyone watched him. But Roman Dmitry acted like he didn’t even notice them.

This was like a scene from a play. Thousands of soldiers and just one enemy. It was crazy and unbelievable.

The soldiers tried not to look angry, but they were ready to fight. Their eyes on Roman Dmitry were not friendly at all.

It was a very tense moment.

The air felt hot with anger.

Roman Dmitry stayed calm even with the angry looks. He reached the place Markov had set up.

“Sit down,” Markov said.

There was a table alone in the middle. Markov was sitting on one side. Behind him, Russia’s best Hunters, all S-rank, were standing guard. They looked serious and ready to fight, as if they didn’t trust Roman Dmitry at all.

These Hunters were very famous. Everyone knew them. Especially Vladimir of the Red Blood. People said he was the best hunter in Russia. He had killed thousands of monsters by himself during the 4th Great Disaster.

Creak – the chair made a noise as Roman Dmitry sat down across from Markov.

Markov acted like they were in his own home, not enemy land. His face was cold and serious.

“Roman Dmitry,” Markov said. “We are at war. Why did you come to see me yourself?”

It was a clear question. Markov wanted to know Roman Dmitry’s plan.

When he saw Markov, Roman Dmitry smiled.

He thought it was ridiculous.

“Markov,” Roman Dmitry said, still smiling. “You were foolish to agree to meet me. That shows you are too sure of yourself. You must have thought this was a great chance to kill me. You thought, ‘If we get rid of Roman Dmitry, who beat the Vampire Lord, Korea will be easy to defeat.'”

Thud.

Thud, thud.

Behind Markov, the guards got ready to fight.

Roman Dmitry’s words made them tense. They gripped their weapons tighter.

“That’s why I came here,” Roman Dmitry continued. “I am here, facing you. I want to know if Russia, a big and famous country, can really beat Korea. Aren’t you interested to see what happens?”

“What are you talking about?” Markov asked, confused.

“It’s easy,” Roman Dmitry said. “For the next hour, I will do nothing. I will not help Korea at all. I want to see if Russia can beat Korea like you think. You don’t have to stay here either. You can do anything you want. But I will not move for one hour.”

Markov’s face changed. He looked angry.

Arrogant! he thought. How dare he be so sure of himself!

Roman Dmitry’s words hit Markov’s pride hard.

“Are you trying to show how strong Korea is against Russia?” Markov asked, his voice rising. “Fine! I agree to your challenge. Everyone knows Korea is only strong because of you. But you think Korea can fight Russia even without you helping? Let’s see! Let’s see what will happen in the end!”

Markov did not give in. He still thought this was a chance to win.

This was a battle between two powerful men.

Time started to pass.

They didn’t say anything else. They just watched each other, waiting.

But then, things started to get hectic for the Russians.

One of Markov’s officers came closer and whispered to him many times.

“…President, the Chinese army has changed direction! They are attacking cities in the east!”

“The White Wizard has taken Zima! We sent many soldiers, but we can’t stop him. If this keeps happening, the White Wizard will destroy more cities soon!”

A voice, urgent and strained, broke the silence. “President Markov, you must make a decision! With Russia’s forces tied up in Moscow, there’s no way to stop the White Magician and Wangwi-ryong, those two terrifying forces!”

The news kept getting worse. Continued defeats piled up like bodies on a battlefield. He barely managed to maintain his composure, struggling to accept that Russia was being pushed back so much while Roman Dmitry remained stubbornly in Moscow.

It was then that the latest report arrived.

“The message was clear: ‘The Gennadijit has been destroyed,'” the aide announced.

In the last report, there had still been a glimmer of hope. Markov’s heart sank.

Markov struggled to understand Roman Dmitry.

He was receiving real-time information about the war, yet Roman Dmitry seemed unconcerned, spending his time peacefully without hearing any news.

Markov felt a knot of confusion and anger tighten in his stomach. In fact, things were proceeding exactly as Roman Dmitry intended.

The Gennadijit, which had attacked by surprise, had been annihilated. Wangwi-ryong was leading the Chinese army and living up to his reputation, and the White Magician, whom he had thought was just an individual, was creating the biggest variable in this war.

Not a single victory was allowed.

Only then did the truth before his eyes become clear.

‘Roman Dmitry showing up in Moscow means that, in reality, he could have attacked the heart of Moscow whenever he wanted. Yet, he deliberately came to me and made such a proposal, which means that South Korea is daring to prove their power to the world against Russia.’

Irritation surged through Markov like a jolt of electricity.

A special measure was needed.

Even if it meant losing face, he had to send Russia’s main forces to somehow wipe out the White Magician and the Chinese army.

It was then that Roman Dmitry spoke.

“Judging by your expression, it seems the plan isn’t going as you wished,” Roman Dmitry said, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Markov didn’t answer, his eyes like ice. But Roman Dmitry seemed not to notice, or perhaps not to care, as he continued, unconcerned.

“Markov, there is no compromise in the relationship between the Korean Empire and Russia. The reason I didn’t slit your throat when you were invoking international law at the international conference is because, even if international law is unfair, you followed the proper procedures to demand my punishment. But the situation is different from the moment you skipped those procedures and launched a surprise attack on the Korean Empire. It means that this war will only end when one of us dies.”

The air crackled with murderous intent.

This place was enemy territory.

The guards behind Markov, and the tens of thousands of troops lined up behind Roman Dmitry, all showed eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

They looked as if they would rush in at any moment if the order was given, but Roman Dmitry didn’t stop talking.

“From now on, I will make you a new proposal. I will give you another hour. Summon all of Russia’s forces, and the forces of allied powers like France. And in one hour, I intend to face Russia’s forces here. What do you say? If I die in this place, the Korean Empire will humbly accept defeat. Of course, if you accept my proposal, I cannot keep any promise to spare your life from then on.”

It was a blatant disregard for Russia.

His patience had reached its limit.

He couldn’t possibly tolerate it this time.

Wham!

He jumped up from his seat.

Markov shouted, his face flushed red. “You arrogant worm! You will pay for this!”

Roman Dmitry’s proposal had wounded his pride.

He knew what kind of role Roman Dmitry had played in the Great Disaster, but it didn’t make sense that he would face the entire Russia alone.

Besides, he was telling them to call as many reinforcements as they wanted. He wanted to eliminate Roman Dmitry with Russia’s power alone, but Markov had to prepare for any eventuality.

He contacted Patrice.

He was going to start with him and request support in order.

But then, Patrice’s voice came through the line, hesitant and firm.

[I am sorry, Markov. France does not intend to intervene in this war.]

“What on earth are you talking about!” Markov shouted, his voice rising in frustration. “It is a well-known fact that you follow the Maron Church. I heard that the Maron Church is hostile to Roman Dmitry, so isn’t this the best opportunity!”

He felt frustrated. What on earth was Patrice saying?

Even if Patrice was a coward, it didn’t make sense that he was backing out in this situation.

[That’s right. That’s why I was going to help Russia, but that was only possible when the ‘surprise attack’ worked. President Markov, don’t you think the situation is strange? South Korea blocked Gennadijit’s surprise attack without any problems, and Wangwi-ryong’s Chinese army and the White Magician are turning Russia into a wasteland. Roman Dmitry has more power than we think. At this point, when we haven’t properly grasped Roman Dmitry, we have decided that attacking him rashly could collapse the entire Maron Church. This is also a part that the ‘Pope’ has agreed to.]

Just a few hours, and the situation had changed completely.

Sebastian was going to use France to join the war, but he changed his plan after confirming that Russia was being pushed back helplessly.

The situation was worse than he thought.

The Maron Church was the hope of mankind. If they lost their foundation with a rash decision, the descent of ‘Him’ would be impossible forever, so they made a decision.

France, and the Maron Church, took a step back.

They acknowledged Roman Dmitry’s strength and decided that they needed to attack him more carefully, not like now.

[Why were you so hasty? This is a problem that Russia has to handle.]

Click. The communication was cut off.

His heart sank.

It was completely different from the plan.

Markov hurriedly contacted other countries, and they all gave the same answer, as if they had agreed in advance.

The answer was that this war had nothing to do with them. Some leaders even pointed out Russia’s actions that violated international law.

The intention was clear.

Whether Russia won or the Korean Empire won, other countries had nothing to lose.

Logically, Russia was at an advantage, but they stepped back and watched the situation in preparation for any possible aftermath.

“……These damn bastards,” Markov muttered, his face turning pale.

Russia alone had to handle the Korean Empire and Roman Dmitry.

He still believed that Russia was at an advantage, but Roman Dmitry’s confident move to the heart of Russia made him feel uneasy.

What on earth was he trusting in? No matter how powerful he was, it didn’t make sense for an individual to handle a country, especially a superpower.

‘Russia is strong. Its history proves it, and we will surely win this war.’

He strengthened his resolve and turned around.

Russia’s forces were concentrated in Moscow.

He went outside, and just in time, he saw Roman Dmitry getting up from his seat.

And then, Roman Dmitry’s voice cut through the air.

“One hour. Now the promised time is over.”

Swoosh. Roman Dmitry drew his sword.