The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 91

The meeting room was very quiet.

Count Denver had just said something that did not make sense to anyone.

Daniel Cairo spoke, his voice sounding tired, “I agree, Roman Dmitry is a very good swordsman. He became a Three-Star Swordsman at only twenty years old after defeating Homerus, which is great for the Cairo Kingdom. But everyone here knows that Roman Dmitry alone cannot change things much.”

Cairo was made up of four powerful groups.

They all wanted Roman for his future.

Because he became a Three-Star Swordsman so young, everyone wanted him.

But when you looked at how strong he was right now, there were many people who were stronger.

This meant that even though Roman was strong, he was not strong enough to fight the whole Hector Kingdom by himself.

Roman’s idea to cause trouble within the Hector Kingdom seemed like something a young man would say, someone who had not seen the real world.

For once…

Marquis Benedict agreed with the King.

“I agree,” Marquis Benedict said. “Roman Dmitry is important for Cairo’s future. We shouldn’t waste him on something pointless. The Southern Front has already fallen to the Hector Kingdom, right? We lost this battle from the start.”

It was a practical thought.

Besides…

Roman Dmitry was someone Marquis Benedict wanted to recruit.

He couldn’t just let him die.

He had been planning to recruit him since the Southern Training Camp, wanting him to join as soon as he finished his duty to the country.

Everyone was against Count Denver’s plan to rely on Roman.

Based on what they knew, no one would agree with Count Denver.

‘What should I do?’

Count Denver smiled a little.

He knew something because he was in charge of the rankings.

If he told the truth, it would change things, but Count Denver didn’t think it was necessary.

Even though he was from Cairo…

…he believed in Valhalla.

“If you all think so, I won’t argue,” Count Denver said. “But even with just three days, we don’t have to give up right away. Just three days. We will get our soldiers ready for war, but if nothing changes on the Southern Front in those three days, we will agree to what the Hector Kingdom wants. What do you think?”

It was a compromise.

Edwin Hector had given them three days.

It was enough time to think, but not enough to really change things.

Count Denver was betting on it.

If Roman could do something important in that short time, he would be seen as more valuable.

Not just as a Four-Star Swordsman…

…but as someone amazing.

Maybe it was because Count Denver’s idea seemed reasonable.

After thinking about it, Daniel Cairo nodded, looking serious.

“Whether we agree or disagree… we need time. Right now, the Cairo Kingdom will get ready for both war and talking with the Hector Kingdom.”

They were just preparing for the worst.

Everyone except Count Denver thought they had lost the battle when the warp gate was taken.

Everyone agreed.

There would be no miracle.

At that moment…

…Henry Albert felt like he was going to die.

‘This is terrible.’

When he first went with Roman…

…Henry Albert felt confident for no reason.

He was with Roman, who defeated many enemies, so he thought he could handle anything.

But what was happening?

Things went wrong from the start.

He was not fit enough to keep up with Roman’s soldiers.

He got lost soon after they started.

And then…

…when he finally found his way to the Southern Training Camp, Henry Albert saw the truth.

‘I’m in trouble.’

The scene in front of him was awful.

The place that had been peaceful was now destroyed, and dead bodies of people he knew were everywhere.

Roman Dmitry was not there.

He was confused.

He worried that Roman Dmitry had been defeated, so he quickly turned around.

“Go back to the First Defense Line!”

His brave feeling was gone.

He just wanted to be safe.

He wanted something to protect him from the enemies who had destroyed the Southern Training Camp.

But when Henry Albert arrived at the First Defense Line, he saw that it was already destroyed and burning.

“……Oh no.”

He felt faint.

He didn’t know things were this bad.

The Hector Kingdom had attacked suddenly, but Roman had helped them defend the Fifth Defense Line.

He thought the other defense lines would be okay too.

But when he saw the First Defense Line on fire, Henry Albert’s legs shook so much that he fell to the ground.

“It’s over.”

The First Defense Line.

It was very important.

If the Southern Training Camp had been attacked and that important place had fallen, there was almost no hope left for the war.

He stood up quickly.

Cairo had lost.

But he didn’t need to die too.

“Run away over the mountains now!”

“Move fast!”

He made a quick decision.

The Southern Mountains.

The rough land was not a good way to escape, but it was better than being killed here.

Henry Albert ran as fast as he could, sweating all over.

He was not fit enough, so he was breathing hard, and his soldiers were tired because they were used to a comfortable life.

He didn’t know where Roman Dmitry was.

But if he chose to fight…

…staying on the Southern Front with him was like holding a burning stick and jumping into a fire.

‘A war hero? I don’t want that! I need to live first!’

He ran for a long time.

The land around him changed.

He was in the deep mountain woods.

He thought he was safe now, so Henry Albert fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath.

“Haa, haa.”

‘I’m alive.’

They must still be fighting down there.

Once he crossed the mountain, he would be safe.

Just as he thought that…

Thunk.

“Shhh. Be quiet.”

Someone was holding a cold sword to his neck.

The person speaking was Chris.

Henry Albert almost wet his pants, but he felt better when he saw that it was Chris.

Chris had pointed his sword to keep him from making noise.

Chris put his sword away and walked ahead.

“Follow me.”

Maybe he was just happy to be alive.

As he followed Chris, Henry Albert started to wonder.

‘Why is Roman Dmitry’s knight here?’

It was strange.

Roman Dmitry had said he was going to the rear base.

So why was his knight in the middle of the mountains?

He thought it might have something to do with the attack on the Southern Training Camp, but it still didn’t make sense.

If it were him…

…he would have run over the mountains as fast as he could.

He had run far, but he still wasn’t safe from the enemy.

How long had they walked?

Henry Albert’s eyes opened wide when he saw the land around him.

‘What is this?’

Just a few steps.

The land around him had changed.

Hidden among the trees was a camp, perfectly made and ready.

Thick cloths hid the soldiers, and behind them were places to rest and prepare.

It was hard to believe that this place had been made in the mountains.

A camp this big should have been seen from far away, but it had appeared suddenly, as if by magic.

The soldiers were confused too.

Henry Albert saw the soldiers looking around, so he asked, “When did you make this hideout?”

Chris kept walking.

He raised his hand to show the guards that they were not a threat, and then he answered without turning around, “On the way to the rear base, we learned that the Southern Training Camp had been attacked. Our lord decided that the rear base had already fallen, so he came up the mountain to build this secret camp.”

“Then we should be running over the mountains now! Why did we stay here?”

Chris stopped suddenly.

Chris turned to Henry Albert, looking disgusted.

“The war isn’t finished. We’re here to protect people like you, Henry, and to kill any enemies who follow us. The mountains are a good place to fight many enemies with few men. If you were an enemy, Henry, the sword at your neck would have killed you.”

It was a scary thing to say.

He stopped talking.

Chris was better than Henry Albert, and he had seen him fight, so he couldn’t treat him badly.

Roman and his soldiers…

…were all amazing.

Chris was a very good fighter.

‘How does the Dmitry family have such amazing people?’

He didn’t ask the question.

Then, he asked the question he needed to know, “Where is Roman Dmitry? I haven’t seen him.”

He had already gone deep into the camp.

But Roman was not there.

Chris answered calmly, “Our lord is fighting the enemies at the front.”

Henry Albert looked pale.

He knew it.

Roman Dmitry.

He was crazy.

In war, the winner is clear.

The loser dies.

After the First Defense Line fell, the soldiers who ran away were killed by the enemies chasing them.

Thwack!

“Kraaah!”

“Keuh!”

They could not live.

They were being attacked from all sides, and the soldiers of Cairo tried to fight back, but they were killed one by one by the enemy.

Edwin Hector had said he didn’t need many prisoners.

He needed to take the Southern Front quickly, and he thought many prisoners would cause problems.

They were killing everyone.

The air was full of screams and the clang of swords.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the smell of burning wood and death filled Brandt’s nose.

The number of soldiers was getting smaller, and Brandt, one of the leaders of the First Defense Line, looked scared.

‘Donald, you are terrible.’

Before the attack…

…Brandt had seen Count Donald talking to Roman on the phone.

If he had listened to Roman…

…they could have avoided this.

He had been brave for no reason and decided to defend the place, and the First Defense Line had fallen quickly.

‘The Hector Kingdom was ready. They attacked suddenly, took the rear base, and used flares. We can’t win this battle. That’s why Roman Dmitry told us to run to the mountains. He said it was for fighting as a small group, but that meant leaving the Southern Front.’

He wouldn’t say it was cowardly.

It was the right thing to do.

Because they were not careful, the enemy took the rear gate of the Southern Front, and the battle was lost from that moment.

It was a big loss.

He tasted something bitter.

He hadn’t even tasted blood, but the smell of it made his nose tingle.

Thud!

Next to him…

…a soldier’s face was pushed into the ground.

A spear went through the back of the soldier’s head, and Brandt quickly swung his sword at the enemy.

Whoosh!

“……!”

He missed.

He saw a knight looking at him angrily, and Brandt felt scared.

‘Is this the end?’

The enemy saw his attack coming too easily.

He had known since the First Defense Line fell that no one on the Southern Front would live, including him.

He bit his teeth.

He was about to die and decided to attack one last time…

Thwack!

Splurt.

Blood flew everywhere.

The Hector knight’s head flew into the air.

Brandt was surprised and saw a man with black hair suddenly appear.