The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 579

Not long ago, Edwin Hector arrived in Dmitry and quickly met Isabel.

Edwin Hector looked at the dimensions from the time Henry Albert woke up. He studied many dimensional flows, and he found one that was like the flow from before.

Finding it made Edwin Hector’s heart race. This could be the way to find Roman Dmitry.

Dimensional flows changed many, many times in just one minute. But he still found a clue to where Roman Dmitry might be.

The people gathered in the conference room, their eyes filled with intense desire.

Edwin Hector shared what he knew. “Count Albert’s experience with the link is not the first. Kevin also felt a slight link before. We have enough data from that time. And now, we’ve found a dimensional flow just like those. If Emperor Roman Dmitry is really there, like Count Albert says, then I’m sure we’ve found the right place.”

“Finally…!”

“So, we can connect the dimensions right away?”

Everyone looked excited.

Edwin Hector wanted to say ‘yes’ to their hopes. But it wasn’t that easy.

“That is impossible. Even though the dimensions are similar, we only found the location. Opening a door between dimensions is much harder than just finding the place. But there is still hope. Because of this link, we learned that there is a ‘special time’ between the two dimensions. If we aim for that time, we might be able to break through the boundaries and create a passage.”

That wasn’t all.

“And Count Albert said that Emperor Roman Dmitry is trying to come to our side. That’s a great chance. If we push on the door from both sides at the same time, it will get weaker. So, if we all work together when the dimensions are close, we have a better chance to break through.”

Hope arose.

The idea that Roman Dmitry was alive, and that they could reach his world, filled everyone with emotion.

Roman Dmitry might have been gone for a long time, lost in another dimension. But the people here had also faced hard times without him. They missed his strength and his leadership.

There would be no problem if they could just shake off their lingering attachments.

But no one said they would give up on Roman Dmitry.

Those who remembered how the Dmitry Empire was created knew it wasn’t just for the future.

For their own sake.

For the sake of the future.

Roman Dmitry was needed.

The fact that he, who had achieved so much, had suddenly disappeared was not good for anyone.

Rodwell Dmitry said, “King Hector, tell us everything you need. As the representative of Emperor Roman Dmitry, the Dmitry Empire will give you all the support you need.”

“The support we have now is enough. The only thing that changes now is that we need to start big ‘magical experiments.’ If the person doing the experiment can’t handle the dimensional flow when the boundaries meet, the experiment will fail. It doesn’t matter if the timing is perfect. I don’t want to make anyone do this. If people want to volunteer, I want to use them for the experiment.”

It was a dangerous task.

But as soon as support was mentioned.

“I will do it.”

“I am the right person.”

“Please leave it to me.”

Important people, not just anyone, spoke up at the same time.

Everyone wanted Roman Dmitry to return, but they all had different reasons.

First, Chris and Kevin.

“It is to return His Imperial Majesty to his original position. I will succeed, even if it costs me my life.”

The two men’s support showed their loyalty.

Kevin, especially, had wandered around after Roman Dmitry’s disappearance. He was so desperate that he would overturn everything if his support wasn’t accepted.

If they accepted volunteers based on loyalty, like Chris and Kevin, they could fill a huge plaza with just volunteers.

Working for Roman Dmitry was such an honor, so this was what people expected.

But the others were unexpected.

Duke Valentino said, “It is to help Emperor Roman Dmitry. I am old and may not be of much help in the experiment, but I will participate if needed.”

Valentino thought, ‘People say that seeing a great artist’s work after many years makes you wish you could have been there when they made it. Roman Dmitry’s work is like that – it’s amazing and will be remembered forever. Even if I spend all my money, just knowing that Roman Dmitry is alive in my time is worth it. It’s like what those critics say with a sigh of admiration. If people know I helped find Roman Dmitry, he will definitely reward me for it.’

He swallowed his laughter.

He was a madman.

The reason he was pouring money into magical experiments, and even the reason he wanted to participate in the experiments, was all because of Roman Dmitry.

He could earn money again anytime, but if Roman Dmitry disappeared, he felt like he would lose his will to live.

The master made the world brighter just by being alive.

His heart raced just thinking that the master might create a work at any time. Valentino always looked for more wealth to make sure his collecting activities wouldn’t have any problems.

Magical experiment support?

Voluntary participation in experiments?

It’s all a way to build his reputation.

Roman Dmitry was sure to give rewards, so he believed his actions would be rewarded.

Following Valentino.

“It is a daunting task for the Duke. As I have experienced the link phenomenon, I would like to finish this matter,” Henry Albert said.

He had stepped forward with a sincere heart at first, but as people looked at him and cheered, he started to feel a little proud.

What should I say? It felt like becoming a hero.

If he played a big part in bringing Roman Dmitry back, a statue of him might be built in Dmitry.

He felt restless with excitement.

People say men never really grow up. Even though Henry Albert started with good intentions, he was still a man who liked to be praised. He hadn’t changed as much as it seemed.

A tense atmosphere.

With everyone wanting to participate in the experiment, one man ended it with a firm tone.

“If only one person gets to cross the boundaries of dimensions, it must be me.”

His voice was low and calm.

Marquis Fabius captured everyone’s attention.

Marquis Fabius thought about the situation.

‘Emperor Roman Dmitry always achieves what he wants. If he said he would cross over to the Salamander Continent, he will do it, no matter how hard it is. And with King Hector, the best magician, helping him, he will definitely succeed. When Roman Dmitry comes back, I need to be ready with a good reason for why I should be important to him.’

Returning home in glory.

Imagine being right next to Roman Dmitry, with everyone cheering! That’s what Fabius wanted more than anything.

Marquis Fabius lived a life most men only dreamed of. His house was filled with treasures that glittered in the sunlight, and stories of his adventures echoed through the city. He had so much money he could buy anything he wanted, and his days were filled with laughter and pleasure. People whispered in awe, “If you want to be a truly successful man, you must become like Fabius!”

So, Fabius had to act. Power was best when it lasted forever.

He didn’t want to become a weak old man after being important. He wanted to stay powerful until he died. That would be true happiness for him.

Even though Fabius was happy, he started wanting something more.

It wasn’t just more power he wanted.

And he wasn’t trying to make a group of followers.

He just wanted to stay close to Roman Dmitry and get power from him, like a bat that lives by drinking blood from a stronger animal.

Now was the perfect time.

It looked like Roman Dmitry might come back soon. So, Fabius, who hadn’t been seen much lately, suddenly showed up again.

“Gentlemen,” Fabius began, “we need to think about this carefully. Good fighters would be helpful, yes. But Emperor Roman Dmitry doesn’t really need strong fighters. He’s amazing and can solve any problem by himself. So, if we only send one person, it should be someone who is very good at politics. Someone who can think fast and deal with anything that happens in this other world. And, well,” Fabius cleared his throat, “I think I’m the best person here for that.”

Fabius took charge of the room.

He was right.

Since Roman Dmitry was probably safe, someone clever like Fabius was a good choice.

However.

“This other world is unknown, Marquis Fabius. You could be in danger.”

Fabius laughed. “Haha, are you worried about me? I’m Fabius! I was brave enough to meet His Majesty first at the Southern Front. And everyone knows, I never give up once I decide to do something!”

Everyone agreed.

They called him ‘The Raccoon of Cairo.’

Even though Fabius was sometimes selfish, he always finished what he started.

And he wasn’t someone who tried to do things that were impossible. So, there was no point in trying to stop him.

Finally, Edwin Hector said, “Okay, we understand. If we only need one person, we’ll choose Marquis Fabius. But we’ll still listen to what others think.”

With that, the meeting ended.

People left the conference room one by one.

Leaving them behind, Kevin approached Fabius.

“Marquis Fabius, I need to ask you something.”

“Say it.”

“If you go as the representative, please, please bring Emperor Roman Dmitry back.”

Fabius smiled in a sneaky way.

Kevin’s eyes were very intense.

Fabius had seen a lot in his life, but Kevin’s stare still made him a little uncomfortable.

But Fabius wasn’t scared.

He knew that when Kevin was on your side, you could trust him completely.

Fabius understood Kevin.

He knew Kevin was loyal. He saw not a monster of Dmitry, but a person with a pure heart, full of loyalty.

“Do you think I would try to do something if I thought I would lose, Kevin?”

“…No.”

“Then trust me. Sometimes, waiting quietly is better than talking too much.”

Kevin looked down.

His hair was messy and long, because he had been traveling for so long.

It looked terrible.

His parents worried when they saw him like this, but they didn’t tell him to come home.

They were a family who used to live in very poor areas. For them, Roman Dmitry was the best person who ever helped them.

Kevin’s family also wanted Roman Dmitry to come back.

So, when Kevin came home sometimes, they just gave him a warm meal and didn’t ask about his troubles.

He remembered clearly the poor streets where he grew up.

He remembered Roman Dmitry saving him from that terrible place.

Some people called Dmitry a demon because he was covered in blood.

But for Kevin, Dmitry was like a god.

Kevin looked up at Fabius.

Fabius was strange.

Like a bat, but someone you could trust.

When you knew what Fabius wanted, you could believe in him.

Kevin said, “Marquis Fabius, I promise you this. If you try your hardest in this mission, no matter what happens, I will help you with my sword one time. This is my promise, Kevin the swordsman who serves His Majesty.”

Just then, while Kevin and Fabius talked, Chris came out of the meeting room.

He had so much work to do, but he saw a man walking back and forth, looking worried.

“Haa,” Chris sighed.

He felt sad.

The man was Hans.

Hans was a nobleman, but because of his rank, he couldn’t go to important meetings like this one.

Hans really wanted to know what was happening with Roman Dmitry right away.

But he wasn’t part of the meeting, so he had to wait outside.

He twisted his hands nervously.

He walked around, looking worried, and then he looked up and saw Chris.

“Sir Chris!” Right away, Hans’s face lit up.

He ran to Chris.