The Heavenly Demon Can't Live a Normal Life

His hands felt weak. Watching the device fall to the ground and break, Marquis Benedict’s mind sank into the abyss.

‘… just where did we go wrong?’

He began to look back. Right after the Ranking Matches, Marquis Benedict led a group of nobles to visit Roman Dmitry and forced him to make a choice. As a result, a full-fledged fight began, but he didn’t think it was the wrong choice. It was something he had been working on for over a year.

But the man said he would take an independent route and be alone, and they knew that leaving him alone to grow would weaken the power they held. He wanted to cut Roman down before he grew stronger. It was obviously the right decision, and Roman Dmitry drew his sword too.

Could it be that attacking the man was a mistake? If he held the troops in Benedict and didn’t send them to the Dmitry estate, then maybe the castle wouldn’t have collapsed.

No, on second thought, that didn’t seem like the case. Even with so many troops, Baron Winston wasn’t able to defeat the Dmitry estate. The difference in their power was too great in the first place.

Looking back at his choices, Marquis Benedict could come to one conclusion.

‘Roman Dmitry made all my plans meaningless.’

Think about it. Whether it was his plan in Cairo or the Benedict Castle’s divide and conquer, these operations should not have failed. That was the power of being objective. It was the natural result when he brought in the best swordsmen to fight. But they couldn’t even get the job done. When Roman Dmitry was slaughtering all of them alone, it made his head spin.

The power the man held was the reason for the failure. Just as the Cairo Kingdom did not dare look at the empires, the nobles chose the wrong opponent in the first place. It was the end.

Looking at the broken communication device, Marquis Benedict was frightened.

‘If we stay like this, death cannot be avoided.’

Cairo’s Devil was chasing him. Marquis Benedict came to his senses and spoke in an urgent voice.

“The siege warfare at the castle is a failure. We have to avoid this place for now and borrow the power of the Kronos Empire to reverse the situation. Move fast. If we are captured like this, the future of the nobles is over.”

“I understand.”

The nobles nodded with pale expressions.

There were still soldiers left at Benedict Castle. They risked their lives here for the nobles, yet the leaders didn’t even care about them. After all, they were just collateral. As long as they could save their own lives and use Kronos to get power, they could secure more people. So they moved quickly.

Fortunately, a secret passage was created for such situations. Since they had a way to escape unnoticed, they still had a spark of hope in this situation.

How long did they run? They were out of breath.

Their bodies were weighed down by the armor they wore for no reason, and their foreheads were drenched in sweat. Normally, such things would have annoyed the nobles.

Thinking that just one second of delay would give the devil a chance to kill them, they continued to rush forward.

Finally, they reached the end. They saw a bright light for the first time after passing through the dark passage, but Marquis Benedict, who was in the lead, had a pale expression.

The sound of blood dripping from a sword.

A man was using a corpse as a chair. And confirming it was Marquis Benedict, he stood up with an expressionless face.

“You are too late, Marquis Benedict.”

He was Kevin.

Benedict’s choice was so obvious. If he failed in the war, everyone knew he wouldn’t take the risk to stay and die.

Last week, they had perfectly grasped the secret passages. Kevin and the other soldiers were guarding one of them. And the Marquis appeared right where Kevin was.

It felt like his last hope had been crushed. His face still had a youthful look, but Benedict knew how terrifying Kevin was.

‘Dmitry’s demon…!’

At Roman’s command, two swordsmen rushed forward. Kevin was one of them, and he still couldn’t forget the sight of him rushing at hundreds of troops. He gulped and hurriedly hid behind the escorts who followed him and shouted in a terrified voice,

“Attack now! I want you to kill them!”

The escort knights were also clearly frightened. They exchanged hesitant glances for a moment, but they couldn’t refuse Marquis Benedict’s order.

Kevin didn’t move an inch when he saw them. And seeing him just staring at them made the knights grit their teeth.

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

Dozens of knights risked their lives. With faces that suppressed their fear, they swung their swords at Kevin, looking like they would burst into tears at any moment. And…

A throat was cut open. Blood splashed with every move of his sword. And Kevin avoided the attacks that came in from all directions through the narrow gaps.

One sword cut his fluttering hair, but Kevin, without even blinking an eye, used his short stature to shove his sword into the opponent’s chin.

“Uhhh.”

The knight choked on his own blood. The opponent’s eyes were white, and he collapsed, scattering dust on the ground.

Just one swordsman. Only Kevin moved. There were other soldiers behind him, but they all just watched Kevin fight.

It was a scene that made them go stiff. The escort knights desperately attacked Kevin, but they were helpless as their body parts were cut off one by one. And when he swung his sword with his right hand, the arms of the opponent blocking him were cut off. And when the knight turned to run away with a scared face, Kevin jumped to cut his throat.

Dmitry’s demon. He was exactly as the rumors claimed. As the blood flowed in streams, the nobles, including Marquis Benedict, fled without looking back. After all, the escort knights were just collateral.

He looked at the nobles with anger in his eyes, but the nobles only grew farther away from him. However, Kevin didn’t go after the nobles. He only stopped the breath of the knights who were left behind. Because Marquis Benedict was nothing more than a cornered rat.

Marquis Benedict gasped. The soldiers and the knights were abandoned. He didn’t think he was a coward. Since they existed for their well-being, he didn’t feel the slightest sense of guilt while running away.

The problem was…

“This fucking…!”

As they retreated, another being held them back. It was Chris. Roman Dmitry’s men didn’t participate in the siege.

Knowing that the moment the castle would collapse, the opponent would collapse as well. Hence, they were given a special order, and they completely blocked the way for Marquis Benedict to escape.

In this war, not a single person involved in the rebellion would be spared. And he knew that the way he would deal with them would remain a mark for the future.

“Where are you going so quickly?”

Chris stepped forward, and Marquis Benedict hurriedly turned around. Seeing them flee in the other direction, Chris captured the other nobles, leaving Marquis Benedict alone.

There was a scream. Chris killed a noble on the spot. He stabbed his sword slowly to make him scream more, and Marquis Benedict covered his ears as he ran away.

It felt like he was losing his sanity. It was hard for him to accept that he, who once had great power, was now afraid.

Wherever he went, there was a subordinate of Roman. At first, many nobles followed him, but then one by one, they continued to die.

And now his face was covered with tears and snot. But he continued to run by thinking,

‘Right, play with me how much you want. If I manage to get out of here alive, I will definitely avenge what happened here, regardless of whether I side with Kronos or not. And at that time, even if you beg to be spared, I will rip out your limbs and kill all those who followed you.’

The desire to survive fueled his thoughts of revenge. His feet were swollen, and his toenails were broken. He got scars on his body while running through all sorts of things, but he didn’t care. And after running for a long time, there was hope in his eyes.

‘Here.’

There was a small gap under a rock. The animal feces around it gave off a terrible smell, but saving his life was more important now, so he didn’t hesitate.

He hid under the rock and dragged himself, with animal feces smearing all over his body. He held his breath, unable to breathe in the air. He would do anything just to live. And Marquis Benedict’s desire to live burned stronger than ever.

The sun had gone down. The night had never been so long. Even though he was trembling from hunger and cold, he shut his mouth when he heard some people nearby.

“Huh.”

Roman’s men were roaming everywhere. It seemed like they were checking the surroundings to find him, but they didn’t seem to think of checking the place where there were animal feces.

Marquis Benedict was the symbol of power. Even if his life was at stake, he never thought he would do such a thing.

Tears trickled down. He was used to this smell, but the situation he was in felt miserable.

‘Roman Dmitry—it is all because of him. Cairo’s throne was right in front of me, but then he ruined everything. I will not fall, I will survive and claim the throne.’

He shuddered. His consciousness was starting to fade, but he forcibly endured all of this.

And then…

“… Marquis Benedict. It is all over. Come out now.”

It was a familiar voice. It was Viscount Owen’s. And hearing his voice, Marquis Benedict almost screamed out, but then he covered his mouth.

It was a clear attempt to use the prisoners to locate him. If that wasn’t the reason, wasn’t it enough to just pull him out?

“The Benedict Castle has been captured, all the nobles’ troops have been captured, and not a single one of the leaders managed to escape. We are done, Marquis. Your family was also dragged out and is now pleading for their lives. So please convince Roman Dmitry.”

His voice was desperate. At first, his voice was far away, but now it is closer.

“You don’t even know, Marquis. There is no way to escape from here. Roman blocked all the routes, expecting us to flee from the start. Didn’t you feel that when running away? We are being played with. That means there was no way to escape in the first place.”

His blood went cold. Those words seemed to indicate that he knew where he was.

At that moment, along with the movement of a human being, a new voice filled his ears,

The sound of death made him go pale. And then he knew—his position was discovered right from the start, but Roman Dmitry just let him stay there.

Blood spilled on the floor. The blood that flowed from Viscount Owen soaked Marquis Benedict’s clothes.

And….

“Come out.”

It was Roman Dmitry’s voice.

As his heart sank, Marquis Benedict tightly closed his eyes.