The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 572

A hush fell over the grand hall. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, but the air felt heavy with tension. As Henry Albert spoke the name “Roman Dmitry,” a wave of understanding, and then disbelief, rippled through the assembled leaders. They exchanged quick glances, the same impossible thought flashing in their eyes.

“Surely not,” someone whispered, breaking the silence.

“The Emperor of the Dmitry Empire?!” another voice echoed, louder this time, filled with shock.

Emperor. The word carried a weight unlike any other. Not just an Emperor like Roman Dmitry of the Great Han Empire, but *the* Emperor of the Dmitry Empire – the legendary land known for producing countless powerful heroes.

As the weight of Roman Dmitry’s true identity settled upon them, the leaders of every nation stared, their faces a mixture of astonishment and hope. Could it be true? Was he really the Emperor they had read about in the ancient stories? Was this the savior humanity had longed for?

Just as someone was about to speak, to demand confirmation, a fierce, disbelieving voice cut through the air.

“What on earth are you saying! Isn’t the Emperor of the Dmitry Empire, Maron Dmitry?!”

Sebastian could not accept what he was hearing.

Wasn’t it written in the scriptures that the Emperor of the Dmitry Empire was Maron Dmitry?

“Mr. Henry Albert, I have cherished the stories you wrote. For the past 20 years, I have strived to summon Maron Dmitry into this world, recalling his deeds. But Roman Dmitry as Emperor? There’s no way such a person could be the Emperor of the Dmitry Empire. Don’t say such nonsense, even as a joke!”

“What ridiculous nonsense are you talking about?” Henry Albert interrupted.

Rising from his seat, Henry Albert glared at Sebastian.

“If the stories you speak of record the life of Roman Dmitry, then I am indeed the one who wrote them. But the name ‘Maron Dmitry’ does not appear anywhere in that book. The one who founded the Dmitry Empire is undoubtedly Emperor Roman Dmitry, standing before you.”

“No, that cannot be. Surely, it was recorded in the scriptures! About Emperor Maron Dmitry!”

“I never did such a thing…”

In that instant, Henry Albert’s expression hardened.

If Sebastian’s words were true, then this world had clearly received the story of his life that he sent to different worlds.

The problem was the people’s reaction.

When he called out the name of Roman Dmitry, people, including Sebastian, looked bewildered.

That was not a logical reaction. He could understand if they did not know Roman Dmitry, but to react like that even after confirming the biography was clearly wrong.

Therefore, to understand this series of events, he had to consider one possibility: A mistake.

A problem had arisen, a problem that made them mistake Roman Dmitry for Maron Dmitry.

Henry Albert was quick-witted.

The reason he, who had been nothing more than a mere executioner, became a famous figure on the continent was because he could quickly assess situations and act decisively.

The situation before him was sudden. No one explained it properly, but his eyes turned fierce at the possibility of something going wrong.

“You don’t mean…”

Sebastian’s expression showed his utter sense of injustice.

He looked as if he was pleading that his words were the truth, and if that was the case, then his idea was strengthened. They were truly foolish, unbelievably foolish.

They had listened to the ridiculous nonsense about Maron Dmitry and slandered the true Emperor of the Dmitry Empire.

This was different from the purpose of the biography.

He did not want this situation.

Henry Albert strode forward. Veins stood out on Henry Albert’s neck as he moved.

People’s eyes followed him, and Sebastian tried to appeal to Henry Albert, who was approaching him, to tell him the truth.

That he was wrong.

That this was not right.

He could not accept reality.

No, he could not accept it.

The moment he opened his mouth to say something.

“You crazy bastard!”

Smack!

Sebastian’s head turned sharply.

Thud!

Sebastian fell to the floor. The *thud* of Sebastian hitting the floor echoed.

His cheek was red from the strong impact, and the followers of the Maron Church looked ready to attack at any moment with fierce faces.

However, Henry Albert did not care.

Despite his weak body, which had not even received proper military training, he shouted fiercely at those who showed hostility towards him. His voice boomed through the silent hall.

“Do you know what mistake you are making?! Emperor Roman Dmitry saved the Salamander Continent where I live, and he disappeared, bearing all the burdens alone. None of us forced the Emperor to sacrifice himself, but while the people of the Salamander Continent lived happily, the Emperor never spoke a word about the share he had to bear. Emperor Roman Dmitry is such a person. He is not someone you should look at with those eyes!”

He was enraged. His body trembled with rage.

With veins bulging in his neck, he showed a force that seemed as if he would tear Sebastian apart and kill him at any moment.

“The reason I spread the Emperor’s story to different worlds was because I hoped that there would be no one who would show disrespect to the Emperor. Because he deserves to be treated properly wherever he exists. I recorded the achievements of Emperor Roman Dmitry, and I even left his name: Roman Dmitry, not Maron Dmitry. But where on earth did the name Maron Dmitry come from? Why are you saying the name of another person when the Emperor is right before your eyes?”

He was angry.

Beyond the dimensions, everyone wanted Roman Dmitry.

He could not bear to see the being that people so desperately yearned for being treated like this in this world.

“The people of the Dmitry Empire want the Emperor’s rule again. They desperately want the Emperor to return to his original world. He is not someone you should treat like that. The only one in the Salamander Continent who is recognized with the title of Emperor, which has remained vacant until now, is Emperor Roman Dmitry. But, but what on earth are you…”

He gritted his teeth. Tears welled up in his eyes.

His emotions surged at the miserable reality.

He still had much to say, but suddenly his body began to blur.

Fssss.

Henry Albert’s expression turned pale.

His body was fading. The magic that brought him here was ending.

Although he had been summoned to this world against his will, Henry Albert could not leave like this.

He hurriedly approached Roman Dmitry.

He knelt down and looked up at him.

“I am sorry. I was so angry that I wasted time on useless things. Your Majesty, we are satisfied just knowing that you are safe. What we have been desperately hoping for while searching through countless dimensions was the safety of Emperor Roman Dmitry. We only wanted the hope that you exist safely.”

Fssss.

His face changed. Not as Henry Albert, but as a medium.

As his presence faded, Henry Albert hurriedly continued.

“It is enough now. We will definitely find a way to reach this world. No matter how long it takes, we will surely return Your Majesty to where you belong. I, Henry Albert, will spread what I have seen and heard here to the people and will not lose hope until the end.”

Beyond the dimensions, what on earth had happened?

The emotions that Henry Albert was bursting with were something he had never seen before.

Roman Dmitry, who had been silently watching the series of events, met Henry Albert’s gaze and asked calmly.

“Is everyone well?”

“No. Everyone has been unhappy. Life is peaceful, but the people of Dmitry are living with guilt.”

He swallowed his words. He felt complicated emotions.

He wanted to have a long conversation, but there was no time now.

He condensed his thoughts.

Then, he spoke his heart.

“I, too, have been trying to return.”

“?!!”

Henry Albert’s eyes widened.

That was the end.

Fssssss.

Henry Albert’s figure completely scattered, and the man who had been used as a medium collapsed to the floor.

The series of events left Sebastian lost in thought.

He sat on the floor and listened to the words Henry Albert uttered and the conversation he had with Roman Dmitry.

Confusion arose. Sebastian’s mind raced. *Could it be true?* He felt a cold dread in his stomach.

His mind was in a jumbled mess.

Roman Dmitry, not Maron Dmitry, Henry Albert was clearly the one who wrote the scriptures.

He had summoned him from beyond the dimensions and remembered that he had recorded the life of the Dmitry Emperor.

Then where had things gone wrong? There was only one possibility: He had discovered that the name, the final punctuation mark, had been damaged while interpreting the scriptures.

At that time, he thought he had perfectly identified the name of Maron Dmitry with ‘restoration magic,’ but if that magic was wrong from the start, the problem became bigger.

MARON. The possibility of being ROMAN.

A simple anagram could actually mean a mistake.

In that moment, a memory of the past flashed through his mind.

Several months ago, Sebastian heard this story from Andres, who was in charge of the experiment to travel between worlds.

“Your Holiness, I’m only saying this just in case, but is there any possibility that Roman Dmitry is Maron Dmitry? I keep getting uneasy thoughts as I repeat the experiment recently. The scriptures speak of Emperor Maron Dmitry, who founded the Dmitry Empire, but Roman Dmitry is showing a very similar path to the scriptures. And in fact, his choices have been very rational.”

A trace of anxiety. Sebastian also agreed with that part.

Roman Dmitry was indeed similar to Maron Dmitry: Powerful force and bold actions, not allowing compromise while firmly protecting his own territory.

That was why he could not accept it even more.

Sebastian said.

“At first, I thought Roman Dmitry was just imitating Dmitry like other mediocre people. There have been more than one or two such beings in the past 20 years. But as I watched him seize the world as the Emperor of the Great Han Empire, I realized that there was a special meaning in the name Roman Dmitry. As you said, it would be great if it meant ‘Emperor of the Dmitry Empire,’ but I am convinced that it is an evil force making fun of us.”

The similarity of the name was malice, a terrible malice to plunge humanity into despair.

“If Roman Dmitry was really the Emperor of the Dmitry Empire, he should have sought out the Maron Church. His actions of rejecting us, who praise his achievements, prove that he has nothing to do with the Dmitry Empire. Isn’t it strange? Roman Dmitry’s appearance, which lives like the existence of the scriptures, but ignores us who cry out for Maron Dmitry.”

He did not know at that time that humans find evidence to fit the results in order to have conviction, the moment he fell into one result.

Prejudice took root.

Sebastian showed confident eyes.

“He is definitely not. I guarantee it with my life.”

It was a vivid memory.

The conversation that day, the voice full of confidence.

Sebastian raised his head. A sharp gasp escaped Sebastian’s lips.

In the eyes of the people looking at him, he finally remembered the actions he had committed.

‘What on earth am I….’

The scriptures were the hope of mankind.

They always told the truth.

To follow Roman Dmitry, not Maron Dmitry, that Roman Dmitry, not Maron Dmitry, was the savior of mankind.

But how had he acted?

He politically attacked Roman Dmitry, thinking that he was a harm to mankind.

He harshly criticized the Great Han Empire for violating international law, and he put forward Maron Church followers like Patrice to stop the actions he had judged as evil.

He did not think it was unfair at all. Many lives were at stake in his words, but he thought it was a necessary sacrifice for the sake of all mankind.

Faith. A firm heart supported him.

He had believed that he was right.

But now, that heart was collapsing.

“Ugh.”

He felt nauseous. Sebastian felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He could not bear the disgust.

The world was spinning. It felt like it was not reality.

Sebastian, who was burying his face on the floor and throwing up, felt his heart sink at the coldly heard voice.

“High Priest Sebastian, is this all you have prepared?”

It was certain.

This was not a dream, but a truly terrifyingly cruel reality that he had to endure and somehow accept.