The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 578

Roman Dmitry vanished. It happened years ago, but people still talked about it like it was yesterday.

Years went by after Roman Dmitry disappeared. People agreed that someone had to take his place. No one thought anyone could *truly* replace Roman Dmitry. But Dmitry was a huge empire, ruling the whole continent. It couldn’t be without a leader forever.

So, who should lead? One name kept coming up: Rodwell Dmitry. He was from the Dmitry family. He had already shown he was a great leader by rebuilding Arcadia. People knew Loren Dmitry was also important, but Rodwell seemed like the best choice. He was strong and capable. Everyone started to agree. People said Rodwell Dmitry *had* to be the one to take over from Roman Dmitry, who had no children to inherit.

But there was a problem. Rodwell Dmitry said he didn’t want to be Emperor. This was a surprise.

Rodwell Dmitry spoke clearly, “I’m sorry, but I cannot be the Emperor. It’s not just about avoiding fights later. The truth is, no one alive can truly lead the Dmitry Empire like it needs to be led. You all know how this empire was built. Roman Dmitry was not just a man; he was almost superhuman. He overcame problems that no normal person could handle. He created this nation because he was extraordinary. Humans often fight. People follow Dmitry because, deep down, they know there’s a power they can’t challenge. That’s the strange thing about leading through ideas – you need someone exceptional to make it real. Roman Dmitry was that one person. His place can never be filled. I’ve shown I can lead in Arcadia, and I am a Dmitry. But I am not Roman Dmitry.”

Everyone in the room nodded slowly. What Rodwell said made sense. They knew if Dmitry ever became weak, Rodwell might not be able to solve every problem like Roman Dmitry always did. *That* was the real worry. If people lost faith, they would start to doubt. It wouldn’t be long before the empire started to break apart.

Still, they had to do *something*. Rodwell saw how worried and hopeless people were. So, he offered a way forward.

“If you need someone to lead now,” Rodwell said, “I will be a *temporary* leader, not the Emperor. Just someone holding the place until he comes back. I can step down the moment Roman Dmitry returns. Being a temporary leader will give people hope that he’s still alive and might come back.”

That day, there were no parties or celebrations in Dmitry. Rodwell Dmitry just quietly took on his new role. This was what he truly wanted – not power, but to keep hope alive.

Years later, Rodwell Dmitry was respected by everyone. Leaders from all countries came to see him. As soon as he sat down at the meeting, he turned to Henry Albert and asked directly, “Count Albert, tell us. What did you see ‘there’?” Suddenly, all eyes were on Henry Albert. This was the question everyone wanted answered. What had Henry Albert seen and heard when he met Roman Dmitry? The room was silent, everyone holding their breath, waiting. Henry Albert looked around at the tense faces, then began to speak calmly.

“When I first arrived in that other world,” Henry Albert began, “I was completely confused. Everything was blurry. Then, someone I didn’t know spoke to me, using magic to translate. He asked if I was Henry Albert. At first, I didn’t understand that my book had brought me there. As my eyes adjusted and I looked around, I saw him. Emperor Roman Dmitry was standing right in front of me, looking exactly as he did when he vanished.”

Gasps and shouts filled the room! Relief flooded through everyone. Roman Dmitry was alive! People smiled and whispered excitedly. But then, they noticed Henry Albert’s face. He wasn’t smiling. His expression was serious. What he was about to say wasn’t all good news.

“But there was a problem,” Henry Albert continued, his voice lower. “The people in that world… they didn’t like Emperor Roman Dmitry. They knew about my book, but they were *angry* with him. They even talked about someone called ‘Maron Dmitry,’ a name I’d never heard before. Something went terribly wrong when my book reached that world.”

*Snap!* The sound was sharp in the quiet room. In the corner, Kevin’s jaw tightened. He was gritting his teeth. Hearing that people dared to be against Roman Dmitry made his blood boil. A dangerous light flashed in Kevin’s eyes.

“Emperor Roman Dmitry told me he was trying to come back to our world. That’s all I know. I wasn’t there for very long. We didn’t have time to talk about much else.”

“That’s enough,” Rodwell Dmitry said, nodding. The most important thing was that Roman Dmitry was alive. This news was everything. Rodwell knew that just this hope could give Dmitry strength again. He turned to Henry Albert. “Count Albert, thank you. Because of you, we know the Emperor is alive. Thank you. You’ve given the Dmitry Empire hope. We will reward you greatly for this.”

*Reward.* Henry Albert would have jumped at the chance for a reward before. He used to be known as the useless Albert son. But meeting Roman Dmitry had changed him. He had seen and learned so much. He wasn’t the same reckless person anymore. He shook his head. “No, thank you,” he said. “Instead of rewarding me, please use any reward for the Emperor’s sake. That’s what I truly want.”

Three years earlier. Trouble struck the Salamander Continent. Because they kept trying to find Roman Dmitry with dangerous magic, the walls between worlds became weak. Suddenly, creatures from the Demon World poured into our world. It wasn’t as bad as when the Demon King was alive, but it was still terrifying. Deadly battles broke out everywhere as people fought against these demon creatures.

It was a brutal war. But in the end, humans won. The Dmitry Empire fought fiercely and pushed back the demons. But victory came at a cost. The land was devastated. Everything was in ruins.

A Dmitry soldier watched the flames lick the sky. He turned to his officer and said quietly, “You know… when Emperor Roman Dmitry went to fight in the Demon World, I was one of those people praying outside the palace. I didn’t really understand what it was like back then. I just put my hands together and prayed hard because everyone said it was so dangerous. Like always, I just hoped Emperor Roman Dmitry would fix everything. But after fighting these demons myself… I realize now how little we knew. How little *I* knew about the real danger.”

Demons from the Demon World… they were terrifyingly strong. Even soldiers who had trained their whole lives died. On the bloody battlefield, limbs were ripped apart, but still, the soldiers fought on, driving their weapons into the demons’ hearts.

The battle was over. It was a big victory for their side. But as the soldier looked around, the dead faces of his friends hurt him more than all the demon bodies on the ground.

This war against the Demon World… it was nothing compared to the past.

He remembered the time when the Demon King was alive. That was a truly terrible time. Now, this felt like a small fight.

“Roman Dmitry,” the soldier thought. “What he went through… how amazing he was. I think I understand it now. If he hadn’t been there, humans might not even be able to live like humans in this world. You know, we humans forget things easily, but we must try hard to remember what is important.”

He looked at another officer standing nearby.

The officer looked the same.

He had the same serious look in his eyes.

“We must remember Roman Dmitry,” the officer said. “His great deeds, everything he did. No matter how much time passes, we must never forget. We all hope that Roman Dmitry will come back and lead our country again.”

From that day on, everyone started talking about Roman Dmitry. It was like a fire spreading quickly. People wanted to make sure everyone remembered Roman Dmitry forever. They wanted to remember everything he did, every year, every day. They wanted to be ready for him, in case he came back.

In Cairo, Henry Albert was in his big house. He looked out at his beautiful garden. Gardeners worked there every day, making it perfect for his short walks. Henry watched what was happening in the world outside his window.

Life was good. He lived in a mansion that most people could only dream of. He had done very well for himself. He was important at the Cairo Royal Academy. And because his cousin married into the Dmitry family, the Albert family was now very respected and powerful.

He had everything he could want. He was so happy now, he almost forgot the days when he was a troublemaker. But then, Henry Albert suddenly thought, “Where does all this happiness come from?”

The answer was clear.

Roman Dmitry.

It was all because of him. He met Roman Dmitry on the Southern Front, took his chance, and became someone important. He went from being nobody to being respected by everyone.

But it wasn’t just about his own success. Henry Albert was a different person now than he was before. And his happiness was also because the world had changed.

Cairo.

It used to be a country that was always unstable because other countries kept attacking it. Powerful countries on the continent were unfair to weaker countries. People without power just had to accept being used.

But now? Things were more fair. It was still true that strong people had more power, but at least leaders made decisions that made sense.

The world had changed.

Roman Dmitry had changed it. He had made the world right again, a world where people could live like humans should.

But a sad feeling grew in his heart. All of this was because of Roman Dmitry, but Roman Dmitry was gone. He wasn’t even here to enjoy this better world.

Henry felt sad for him. He had talked about Roman Dmitry so much, he felt a special connection to him.

In the past, he might have used this public feeling about Roman Dmitry to get even more for himself. But now, he didn’t want to.

He turned and walked away from the window.

He had something he needed to do.

*Creak.* The chair made a noise as Henry sat down.

He picked up a pen and started to write.

He wrote on the first page:

**Remembering the Great Hero, Roman Dmitry**

He began to write the story of Roman Dmitry’s life, the way he remembered it.

He hoped that even this small act of kindness would help Roman Dmitry come back.

Word by word, he wrote with care.

Rodwell Dmitry heard about Henry Albert’s book.

He was thankful for Henry’s words.

Every time he saw this kind of reaction, Rodwell Dmitry felt even more sure that he was doing the right thing.

“Even though things are peaceful now,” Rodwell thought, “the last thing we need to make the world perfect is my brother’s return. Only when my brother comes back can people truly have complete peace.”

He knew it himself.

He could not be Roman Dmitry.

Henry Albert was someone who usually thought only of himself. But even Henry was putting aside his own interests for Roman Dmitry. This showed what everyone was thinking.

Everyone wanted the same thing.

The more Roman Dmitry was gone, the more people realized how much he had done.

Rodwell’s job was clear: to be Roman Dmitry’s representative.

To bring Roman Dmitry back to his rightful place.

Until then, he had to protect the Dmitry Empire and keep it safe for his brother’s return.

Suddenly, someone announced, “King Hector is coming in.”

Edwin Hector entered the room.

He had come to Dmitry as soon as he heard the news, but he was late for the meeting because of something important.

*Click.* The door opened.

Everyone looked at him.

They hoped he would bring good news.

Edwin Hector’s face was a little red. He spoke quickly, even before he sat down.