The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

ar that he will teach a skill that is incomparably superior to any reward money.’

In the battle with Hector, tensions arose, and they developed strong bonds with their comrades.
Their trust in each other had grown stronger, but they had no intention of giving up the things that Roman would provide them.

Within the same group, they hoped to become the best.
The fire Roman ignited in their hearts was intense.

‘The competition has two purposes: to confront the nobles and make them face reality; and train my men perfectly.
After the tournament is over, the situation in the northeast will probably change a lot.’

A one-time chance.

Roman decided to let his men go wild.

“From now on, we will start training for the tournament.”

The men were dismissed, and Roman organized his thoughts.

‘One month to prepare.
It’s time for me to train too.’

Roman saw a new world at the Southern Front.

In the battle with Butler, he knew there were strong people, but he hadn’t encountered many of them, and it was his first time witnessing Edwin Hector’s magic.

For the first time in his life as Roman Dmitry, he felt that his life was in danger, and in the crisis that followed, Roman felt ‘his’ presence burn.

Baek Joong-hyuk, Heavenly Demon—a being born from the verge of death.
The crisis was familiar, and Roman felt alive as a human.

But…

‘Initiating a crisis is an act of stupidity, and I risked my life for victory, and the only way to avoid such constant crises is to become stronger.
Just like how my subordinates are running to train for the tournament next month.
I, too, will find a way to move ahead for the month or so.’

The enlightenment gained on the battlefield.
It was a time when training was needed.

This time, while staying at the forge, he was thinking about making a new sword while reviewing his condition.

Sword.

A tool.

In order to advance to a new level, he needed a sword suitable for it, and it felt like the current one wasn’t going to keep up with his growing strength.

This was an expected result.
He always made a sword suitable for the present, so the sword he was using was now a remnant of the past.

Before going to training, he called for Lucas.

“You called me, sir?”

As the head of the information guild, Lucas accomplished a lot.
Utilizing Dmitry’s power and financial resources, he quickly took control of the surrounding area and recently absorbed the Black Moon information guild.

Roman’s thoughts were right.
Lucas was an outstanding man with abilities anyone would admire, and he provided him with a clear reward.
So he was able to quickly build a system similar to that of the Lower District sect.

It was different from the past.
If he wanted Barco’s information, then Lucas had the ability to get it done in five minutes.

“For the next month or so, I plan to go into a closed training.
In the meantime, I won’t be getting any reports, except in one case: if there’s trouble in the family, I need the information to be delivered right then.”

“I understand.”

“And sell this sword.”

Roman handed him the sword.

His sword.

In order to make a new sword in the future, he had to let go of the current one.

“Its original name is Flame, but I changed it to Blaze because it is looking for a new owner.
Any method of sale is fine.
Without revealing who its former owner is, find a new owner for the sword.
The profits will go to the information guild.”

This was Baek Joong-hyuk’s way of living as the Heavenly Demon.
Baek Joon-hyuk had made several swords, and whenever he made a new one, he would leave the old one without any regrets.

It was the desire of a craftsman.
It was now an unneeded sword for his current self, and he hoped it would shine in the hands of others.

They were called the treasures of the Heavenly Demon.
As the swords went around the world, they met numerous owners, gained fame, and they proved to be useful to many.

This time was no different.

One month from now, Roman would have time to make a new sword.
Therefore, it was time for him to let go of the past, and Roman hoped the swords would get a new owner.

If it were a sword made by the Hero of Cairo, then it would be something the rich would covet, and he didn’t like that.
At the very least, he hoped that the sword would find an owner who recognized its worth.

Lucas took the sword.

“I will see you in a month.”

At the end of their conversation, Roman took a step back toward the forge.
His time in the hot forge would now begin.

After separating from Roman, Lucas went around with the sword.

“This is a great sword, no matter how one looks at it.
Why sell this?”

He was no blacksmith, but he was around the battlefield, and he had an eye for weapons, and this sword was something he was certain of.

A smooth blade that could kill in a flash, one that would make people droll.
In his mind, he himself wanted to pay a large sum to keep it, but the order given to him meant that there had to be a purpose.

‘Such a pity.
If I were still on the field, I would have done anything to buy this.’

Lucas cleared his thoughts, as this was Roman’s order.
So he was going to follow it.
As he was suppressing his desire for the sword, a thought came to his mind.

‘The Lord told me to sell the sword by any method.
If the sword was made by the Hero of Cairo and is auctioned off anonymously, how much will it be valued? It cannot be bad.
And the Lord wanted the sword to find an owner, so those who know the value of the sword will be the ones putting a higher price.’

He thought of the perfect method, so his destination was set—the Northeast Commercial Center.

He headed to Count Adelian’s estate, where the Warp Gate of the captain was located.

The Adelian Auction House.

And Lucas’s heart pounded for the future.