The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 56

Flora’s feelings were a tangled mess. Just days ago, the thought of a party at Dimitri would have made her invent any excuse to stay home. She needed quiet, time to think about her own mistakes, and she’d been hiding in her room for days to do just that.

Roman Dimitri was different. Her curiosity about him was a separate, buzzing thing in her mind. But parties? No.

Then Sylvia had to open her mouth. Sylvia, with that falsely innocent look she sometimes wore.

“Oh, Flora, didn’t you know? There’s a party!” Sylvia chirped, her voice a little too sweet. “Oh dear, I suppose Uncle didn’t tell you because of… well, you know. The broken engagement. But it’s not really a Dimitri party, you see. It’s Uncle Lawrence hosting it! For Roman Dimitri, of course. Uncle says we have to thank him for saving us all. He invited me, naturally. I was hoping you’d come with me, sister, but I suppose I’ll have to go alone.”

It was an infuriating remark.

Even though she had no interest in the party.

Even though she had no intention of attending in the first place.

She felt a sudden anger. Even though she didn’t want to go, Sylvia’s words made her mad. It felt wrong that Sylvia knew about the party and she didn’t.

Especially because Sylvia, who was usually insecure around her, had made that remark, Flora turned her anger towards her father.

‘Was that the only reason he didn’t tell me?’

The broken engagement.

She admitted it was an awkward truth.

But if it was a party to repay Roman Dimitri, then she, as a representative of the Lawrence family, should also attend.

Wasn’t it her decision to bring Roman in in the first place?

Flora forced a smile in front of Sylvia, but as soon as the conversation ended, she went straight to her father.

“Father! I heard there’s a party at Dimitri. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She asked directly.

She wanted to know why.

She wanted to know her father’s thoughts.

But.

Her father’s answer was unexpected.

Lord Lawrence looked at Flora and said with a rather serious expression.

“Flora, this father has learned so much from this. So, I’ve decided that I will never force you to do things you dislike.”

That was…

A perplexing answer. Flora frowned. She asked about the party, but her father was talking about something else entirely. His words about not forcing her felt strange and out of place.

The war with Barco.

It was an event that made Lord Lawrence think a lot as well.

Especially Flora’s awakening was shocking.

He used to think of Flora as delicate, like a flower in a greenhouse. But during the family crisis, she showed her true strength.

‘I was foolish. Flora is someone who can do so much more, but my vision was lacking, and I didn’t recognize my daughter’s potential. Flora’s choice to break off the engagement was the obvious one. Flora is not someone who should remain someone’s woman, but someone who deserves to live a life for herself.’

Watching his daughter fight to the end.

Lord Lawrence looked back on his actions.

He was truly pathetic.

A father who forces a political marriage to solve the family’s crisis without even knowing what his daughter is good at.

He never wanted to do that again.

Because he had confirmed what kind of person his daughter was.

He decided that he would not leave any regrets in his future life.

“Daughter, on the edge of life and death, this father witnessed a talent that shone brighter than anyone else. Not just as a father, but you were truly amazing back then. In a situation where no one could make a decision, you showed the judgment to accurately discern what was right, and thanks to bringing Roman Dimitri to the battlefield, we were able to win the war. So, live for your dreams from now on. I will not repeat the mistake of devaluing you, and I am ready to support you in whatever you want.”

It was a touching remark.

Lord Lawrence looked at Flora with eyes full of love and spoke of his commitment to her.

The problem was.

‘…I want to attend the party.’

Sylvia was going in her place.

She didn’t like that.

Sylvia was a fox.

Imagining her flirting to seduce Roman made her feel inexplicably annoyed.

Honestly.

She wanted to have a proper conversation with Roman herself.

In the process of talking through magical communication, Roman referred to Flora as ‘his person’ in the Antoni Barco incident.

It was unexpected.

She had always thought he was a cold and pragmatic person.

Seeing him wanting to take revenge on Antoni Barco for harming his person gave her a new perspective on Roman.

The time for self-blame was over.

She was now ready to face Roman.

Perhaps that was why.

Flora spoke differently than usual.

“By the way, why was Sylvia invited to a party I didn’t even know about?”

“That’s because of my personal greed.”

“Greed… don’t tell me.”

Lord Lawrence smiled awkwardly.

He had let go of his daughter’s future.

He was planning to allow Flora to live independently from now on, but apart from that, he was consumed with greed for Roman.

‘He’s truly a desirable man.’

This war.

Roman’s actions were astonishing.

His bold decision to attack Barco’s rear and change the atmosphere of the war, and his demonstration of his potential as a 4-star swordsman by defeating Homerus.

People were talking about Roman Dimitri everywhere. He was becoming famous after the war. Some even called him ‘the man everyone wanted.’

He was a man coveted by everyone in the northeastern region, and Lord Lawrence was no different.

However.

He had no intention of sacrificing Flora.

So, after much deliberation, he came up with a very good substitute: Sylvia.

“Ahem.”

Lord Lawrence cleared his throat.

Flora spoke at his reaction of not answering.

“I understand. If that’s the reason, I’ll go with Sylvia and act as her guide. It’s a place to repay Roman Dimitri, and it doesn’t make sense for me not to attend because I’m bound by the past.”

“It’s alright. There’s no need for you to step forward. Daughter, I hope you marry someone you truly love in the future. I will never involve you with Roman Dimitri again, so don’t worry about that.”

Lord Lawrence tried to stop her until the very end.

How could he be such a stubborn mule?

For a brief moment, Flora had the thought of grabbing her father’s head and shaking it.

As a result, Flora decided to attend the party.

It wasn’t because of her stubbornness.

She was going to give up attending due to her father’s firm attitude, but an invitation arrived from Dimitri.

[Although our relationship has gotten worse due to an unfortunate incident, how about we take this opportunity to prove to people that our relationship has been restored? Dimitri is ready to forget the past and start anew. So, we hope that the flower of Lawrence will grace the party for Roman Dimitri.]

Baron Romero.

He was a generous man.

Even though Flora Lawrence’s actions were completely ignoring Dimitri, he showed a willingness to accept Lawrence’s message of reconciliation by hosting the party.

It was a really fortunate thing for Lawrence.

With Barco collapsing and Dimitri’s dominance predicted, if Dimitri had shown a hostile attitude by using the past as an excuse, Lawrence’s future would have been bleak.

Fortunately.

Because Flora said she would go to the party, Lord Lawrence felt less worried.

That afternoon.

Flora and Sylvia, along with other young ladies from noble families, visited Dimitri together.

The party was scheduled for the evening, but they visited early on purpose.

That was the opinion of the majority.

Except for Flora, everyone else had a clear purpose of catching Roman, so they wanted to see with their own eyes what kind of land Dimitri was in advance.

“So, this is Dimitri.”

“It’s as drab as the rumors say.”

As they walked through the dusty center of Dimitri, the young ladies from noble families showed a slightly dissatisfied reaction.

Sylvia was especially severe.

She frowned and looked around at the sight of Dimitri, which paid no attention to aesthetics at all.

“I don’t know about anything else, but I can tell that the owner of Dimitri is far from artistic. I don’t know how they live in such a place. Even people in the capital with no title have more style than this. Dimitri is drab from beginning to end. It’s as if they’re deliberately protesting, as if to say it’s the land of blacksmiths.”

The complaints continued.

How long had they walked?

Just as they were about to return to the party hall, an unfamiliar sight caught their eyes.

“Oh my.”

“Are those the miners?”

In the distance.

A group of people was walking towards them.

They were covered in dirt and dust as if they had just finished working, and their faces were so black that they could not be properly recognized.

The faces of the young ladies, who had initially shown curiosity, quickly turned sour.

As the miners approached and stirred up dust, some of the young ladies covered their noses with their fingers and showed a disgusted reaction.

“Ugh, my pretty dress is going to get dirty.”

“This is why Dimitri is a problem. The miners are walking around the streets.”

It was a hypocritical attitude.

The nobles of the northeastern region.

They acknowledged Dimitri’s power.

But knowing that Dimitri was a family from common origins, they naturally thought that they were a little different from themselves.

At least.

Flora’s reaction was different.

She had once hesitated to marry due to her prejudice against Dimitri, but after experiencing Roman, she realized how foolish and hasty she had been.

She no longer judged people carelessly.

For that reason, Flora did not distance herself from the miners like the others.

Knowing that the miners of the mine were the source of Dimitri.

She looked at the miners with curious eyes, and suddenly her eyes widened as she recognized the face of one of the miners.

‘Could it be.’

It was clear.

A familiar face.

One of the miners was none other than Roman Dimitri.

At first, she thought she had seen wrong.

Why on earth would Roman Dimitri appear with the miners of the mine, covered in dirt and dust?

Ragged clothes.

Skin stained with dirt and dust.

But the face under the hard hat was the same Roman Dimitri she remembered.

It was then.

A middle-aged man rushed to Roman in a flurry.

“Young Master!”

It was Hans.

Hans checked Roman’s condition and fussed over him, wiping Roman’s body here and there with a handkerchief.

“I can’t stop you from going to the mine, but can’t you at least take care of yourself while you work? I told you before. Young Master is not just his own person. But you appear covered in dirt and dust every day, and it breaks Hans’s heart. Look at this grime. I only wiped it a little with a handkerchief, but didn’t the handkerchief turn black?”

“That’s enough.”

“No! It’s not enough!”

Perhaps it was because Hans’s voice was loud.

The ears of the noble ladies, including Sylvia, perked up.

Dimitri’s Young Master.

Now that the other sons had left Dimitri, there was only one person Hans was referring to as Young Master.

Roman Dimitri.

In an instant, the eyes of the noble ladies turned to Roman.

‘That person is Roman Dimitri?’

Their eyes were like…

Hyenas that had spotted their prey.