The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 95

Far from the scene, Edwin Hector listened to Thomson’s shaky voice through the magical communicator. His face was grim.

“Thomson, stay calm,” Edwin said, his voice steady. “There are fewer enemies than us. They’re just using the darkness. Keep everyone safe and tell me what’s happening.”

The communicator crackled, and Thomson’s voice trembled. “The enemy has appeared in the area of the 1st Company, 2nd Battalion. We can’t see them, no matter how hard we look. Hector’s soldiers are dying, leaving only bodies. We can’t find any sign of the enemy. Commander, what do we do? We can’t fight a ghost!”

Edwin couldn’t see Thomson’s face, but he could imagine it: pale and scared.

‘Thomson is trained to see things others can’t, even in the dark. If he can’t find a trace… is that even possible?’ Edwin wondered.

No, it shouldn’t be possible.

Aura Inspectors were trained to see in the dark.

Their eyes, enhanced with magic, could find the enemy. That’s why Edwin had chosen to go up the mountain as the sun went down.

But Roman Dmitry was nowhere to be seen.

Reports from other companies showed that Cairo’s remaining forces were causing chaos in the mountains.

‘Could it be magic?’ Edwin thought.

No.

Spells to become invisible existed, but Roman Dmitry wasn’t a wizard. Besides, magic couldn’t be used all the time.

It was a one-time trick.

Once used, it needed time to recharge. But Roman Dmitry was moving like a ghost, just as Thomson had said.

Hector’s soldiers were dying.

That meant Roman had shown himself, and even when the magic wore off, he disappeared back into the darkness.

It didn’t make sense.

Roman Dmitry.

The more Hector learned, the more confused he became. It felt like he was sinking in mud.

Edwin Hector had been in many tough situations, but this war was testing him like never before.

He didn’t have the answer.

But Edwin Hector spoke with a strong voice.

“As time passes, the enemy will get tired. We think Roman Dmitry has fewer than two hundred soldiers. Thomson, don’t let the darkness fool you. We have more soldiers. If we stay calm, we will find the enemy. I’m coming there with troops now. Surround the area where you were attacked and use flares to light it up. The enemies won’t be able to escape.”

Edwin Hector was sure they had the advantage.

He didn’t panic. He faced the facts, even as the situation changed quickly.

He gave the order.

Just as he was about to move with his troops, the communicator crackled again.

“C, Commander!” Thomson’s voice was full of fear. “It seems Cairo’s ghost is after me!”

Beyond the communicator, Thomson sounded desperate.

Clang.

Thomson raised his sword, watching all around him.

The soldiers around him were disappearing fast.

As the darkness came closer, Thomson knew he was the target.

“1st Company, listen up!” he shouted. “Check where everyone is and form a circle! The enemy is trying to kill us. Don’t go into the darkness. Stand back-to-back and fight them off!”

His voice was loud, but his arms were shaking.

He was an Aura Inspector, stronger than normal people. But he was still just a man.

‘It’s not just the 1st Company here,’ he thought. ‘Other soldiers are nearby, so this area will be surrounded in three minutes. I don’t need to be afraid. The Commander is right. We have the advantage.’

He swallowed hard.

He kept the communicator on, clipped to his waist, ready to report anything.

Then, it happened.

Snap.

The fire went out.

About 5 meters away, Thomson saw another soldier dragged into the darkness.

He was sure of it.

The dark figure was right there. Thomson quickly used his magic.

‘This is my chance!’

He released his aura.

It spread out, filling the space.

He swung his sword at the darkness, trying to stop the enemy from escaping.

Swoosh!

The sword cut through the air, but it hit nothing.

He was sure he had followed the enemy, but he couldn’t see anyone. Only the dead soldier on the ground.

The soldier’s eyes were wide open in death.

Thomson’s face turned pale.

‘Damn it.’

He had broken formation.

Thomson quickly pulled back his sword and tried to retreat, away from the other soldiers.

But then, he froze.

In the dark, a black figure slowly appeared.

It was Roman Dmitry.

His face, lit by the moon, was covered in blood.

“Hiding in the darkness and hunting enemies… sometimes it happens,” Roman said softly.

Thomson couldn’t scream.

Roman’s sword looked slow, but the blood dripping from it showed he could attack at any moment.

Thomson’s hair stood on end.

He gathered as much aura as he could, ready for Roman’s attack.

Rustle.

Roman stepped on leaves.

Thomson heard the sound. He hadn’t heard it before, but now he knew the figure in the darkness was human.

Roman smiled.

“An invisible enemy. You think you can win if you find him. You were scared, but you jumped into the darkness as soon as you saw me. Why did you do that? Did you think you could beat me easily?”

Thomson looked around.

The soldiers were further away than he thought.

He had to save himself.

‘I have to fight,’ he thought.

He covered his ears, ignoring Roman’s words.

He watched Roman come closer, and when he was close enough, Thomson jumped forward.

Tap.

“Die!”

He was fast.

His aura exploded again.

It was only a 1-star aura, but it felt strong enough to cut Roman in half.

But it was just an illusion.

Thomson thought he had hit Roman, but then he felt burning pain.

Swoosh!

“Kraaah!”

Blood flew.

His chest was cut open, and Thomson fell to the ground in pain.

One hit.

Thomson knew he couldn’t beat Roman Dmitry.

His chest was bleeding, but he jumped up and ran.

The only way to live was to run.

He screamed, trying to warn the other soldiers.

But no one heard him. It was as if Roman had used a spell to silence him.

Then, he tripped.

The pain made him lose his balance.

Roman’s sword cut his Achilles tendon, and when he reached out to block it, his wrist was cut off too.

Thud.

His wrist fell to the floor.

Thomson’s face was white as a ghost.

He shook and crawled along the floor with his one hand, but Roman was already there.

Roman reached out.

Thomson closed his eyes, waiting to die.

But Roman didn’t kill him.

He checked Thomson’s waist, took off the communicator, and spoke into it.

“Can you hear me?”

Roman was trying to reach Hector.

There was no answer.

Even though he had been talking to Thomson, only silence came from the communicator.

Roman said, “I know what you’re planning. You’re attacking the south to distract us and take the warp gate. You’ve been planning this for a while. Cairo was careless, but your plan was good. But why attack the south? Hector is starving. Why risk lives to take land that has nothing to offer?”

Lights flickered around him.

The soldiers were looking around, but they didn’t see Roman.

“There’s only one reason: to solve your country’s problems with war. You want to use the south to make a deal with Cairo. If that wasn’t it, you wouldn’t go this far. The soldiers in the back are ready to defend, to show Cairo you’re serious.”

He smiled.

Their plan was perfect, but he was ruining it.

“The problem is, I know your plan. You don’t have much time. You don’t have enough supplies. You can’t last more than three months. I won’t let you do this. I will stop you.”

This call was on purpose.

Hector didn’t have much time left.

They had worked hard to make the plan perfect, and they chose to take the warp gate to end the war quickly.

But the plan showed their weakness.

If Roman hadn’t pointed it out, they might have thought they had time. But by calling them, he put Hector in danger.

‘Hector has no choice now. They can’t ignore the truth anymore,’ he thought.

His existence could not be ignored.

How could they deal with Cairo when Roman knew their plan?

It was checkmate.

If they couldn’t deal with Roman, they would fail.

‘With this, I’ve won,’ Roman thought.

Whether they gave up or fought, Roman’s call had changed everything.

Hector could never be in a better situation than before.

Then, a voice came through the communicator.

[Are you Roman Dmitry?]

It was Edwin Hector.

He had been silent, but now he answered.