The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

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Seeing the sword technique that systematically pushed the opponent, he doubted whether these people were truly ordinary soldiers.

‘All the soldiers are using the same sword technique, and the perfection of sword technique is literally excellent.
Moreover, the atmosphere of just sparring in training is so intense, as if they are fighting in a real battle.
Is this the level a Baron’s family on the outskirts of the Valhalla Empire could show? No… It is as if I am looking at a miniature version of Valhalla Empire itself.’

Valhalla was like this.
There were war-like people who risked their lives in countless battles.
Like those who fought while giving it their all, Roman’s soldiers also exchanged blows without retreating even a single bit.

Just then, Kevin and Pooky’s fight escalated.
Finally, Aura emerged from both of their swords.
That was a truly shocking scene.
The fact that someone who looked like a child could use Aura caught Willas’ attention.

‘No way!’

The two Auras were different from his common sense.
They were literally insane.
Usually, Aura was like an explosive force that unleashed power in an instant, but Kevin and Pooky’s Aura was so weak that Willas, at first, doubted if that really was Aura.
He even thought it was a joke of an Aura.
He wanted to check the Auras with some magic artifact, but the moment the two Auras collided, his mouth was opened so wide as if he was inviting birds to come and build a nest there.

Kang!

Rumble!

The wind blew intensely.
Even though he was at quite a distance, he could feel how strong the clash of the two soldiers was, and he understood that the power of Aura was much stronger than it was supposed to be.

This was beyond his common sense.
His head began to spin.
The Aura of these soldiers was too puzzling.

‘These are definitely not just ordinary soldiers.
Perhaps they are the Knights Templar which the Dmitry family has put a lot of effort into nurturing.
But since when did the Dmitry family gain such power? While I researched Roman Dmitry all this time, I confirmed that Dmitry was the dominant force in the North-East region, but still, this isn’t a power they should have.
Even the Central Government of Cairo doesn’t have such power.
I heard that Dmitry is famous for its mining, so how the hell am I witnessing such things here?’

“Priest… Is Dmitry really a mining town?”

He heard the voice of the apostle.
He, too, was no different from Willas.
He had also researched the Dmitry family, but what he had witnessed just now was utterly different from what he had expected.

Willas answered, “I am also doubting what I am seeing.
What is certain is that they are not ordinary soldiers.
I heard there is a knighthood in Dmitry, so these must be the Dmitry Knights that belong to the family.”

That was an inference that was within his common sense.
He couldn’t think of them as just soldiers now.

However, Hans, who was listening to them, said, “They are not from the Dmitry Knights.
The Dmitry Knights exist separately, and the people you see now are the soldiers who follow Young Master Roman Dmitry only.
They do not belong to the family, and they have sworn allegiance only to Young Master Roman.”

Hearing those words, Willas fell into shock once again.

Valhalla was known as the Empire of Warriors.
Even the place that was known to have the most powerful soldiers in the entire world didn’t have soldiers who were as strong as those he had just witnessed.

‘These are ordinary soldiers?’

Even passing dogs would laugh at that.
Soldiers? They were pieces to be abandoned on a battlefield.
Contrary to Roman’s soldiers, ordinary soldiers weren’t treated excellently, and nor did they possess skills strong enough to exchange blows fiercely with others.
They were just people who fell down screaming after one or two hits.
Even Valhalla had such soldiers.
The soldiers of Valhalla had superior combat power, but they didn’t show qualities like the soldiers of Roman.

It turned Willas speechless.

Dmitry was a fairly new state.
Far from being a prestigious family in the Empire, Dmitry should barely have had any skills to nurture soldiers.
However, Willas’ common sense was utterly shattered by what he had just seen.

After the training finished, Willas asked questions to Hans, who was guiding him back to his room.

“Where did you recruit these soldiers from? Not everyone can be this talented.
Was a lot of money paid to get them? Or did they become apprentices while preparing to become knights? Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense for regular soldiers to use Aura.”

The level of soldiers was quite high.
Truthfully, Kevin and Pooky weren’t weak enough to be called just soldiers.
They knew how to openly manifest Aura and what kind of crazy person would use such talented people as just soldiers? If they were truly in a soldier’s position, they should have quit right away while thinking they were being treated unfairly.
He thought that any man with common sense would realize it.
Nevertheless, Hans’ next words shattered Willas’ common sense, once again.

“I don’t know why you are asking such a question, but if you are referring to Kevin and Pooky, they weren’t Aura users until a while ago.
Kevin came from the slums, and Young Master Roman personally picked him up.
Also, Pooky was a C-Class mercenary.
After seeing the announcement of Young Master Roman enlisting soldiers, he decided to swear his allegiance and become a soldier of Young Master Roman.
They only got stronger after being taught by Young Master Roman.
Isn’t that amazing? The next successor of Dmitry has the eye to recognize the true talents in people.
It’s such a blessing for Dmitry.”

Hans’ voice was raised to the max.
It was as if Roman Dmitry was someone he was immensely proud of.

Nevertheless, Willas stopped walking at the praise.
The landscape around was dim.
It was truly a unique atmosphere.

Before he had arrived in Dmitry, he had decided that there could be no human who could have defeated Homer in the City of Mining.

However, that thought had changed utterly now.

‘Roman Dmitry, just who the hell are you?’

The meeting was postponed to tomorrow.
He told Baron Romero that one day’s time wasn’t much, but if he was being honest, he wanted to meet Roman as soon as possible.

The protagonist of this story—Roman Dmitry.
Just who was he?

The only way to confirm the truth about the things that had utterly shattered his common sense was to talk to Roman Dmitry.