The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

e between B-class and C-class was huge, and they deserved special treatment wherever they went.

Lucas had a question—Why? I understand the general public would, but why would mercenaries like me apply? I don’t think it can be only because of rumors.
It’s remarkable enough that Roman changed the lives of the Clark family and treated Kevin so preciously that he even punished the knight of the Barco family.
However, in the end, the most important thing is money.
Eight silvers per month is a price only ignorant people would pay, and it is also an offer that people like me shouldn’t be interested in.

‘I don’t understand.’

Glug glug.

Lucas drank too much.
And as he was about to get up from his seat, he heard something that caught his attention—“Henderson, why are you here? Didn’t you want to become a knight of the Lawrence family?”—That was a conversation between two men.
Lucas sat back down and listened to him.

The situation was like this—There was a man named Henderson from Lawrence.
In preparation for the war against the Barco family, Lawrence conscripted the permanent residents of Lawrence.
Naturally, most of the strong men responded to conscription.
And Henderson, of course, had decided to fight for Lawrence not too long ago; however, an incident changed his mind completely.
Henderson said, “As you know, I was going to join the conscription even though I wasn’t eligible.
If Lawrence, my hometown, was destroyed, my life would have no meaning anyway.
However, when I saw Roman Dmitry subjugating Blood Fang in Lawrence, I changed my mind.
I understood that he was a real leader.”

That day, Henderson was one of those people who were present in the city square.
He saw Roman for the first time—A young master from a noble family, who must have been cherished since childhood, appeared in front of the commoners covered in blood.
Also, Roman had grabbed Ben Miles’ hair with one hand and was dragging him along.
Knowing just how dangerous Ben Miles was, people like Henderson couldn’t help but hold their breath.
And then, Roman executed Ben Miles.
Obviously, those who were not present did not believe that day’s events, but Henderson could not forget that moment.

“Blood Fang even extended their demonic beasts to Dmitry.
With their obscene methods, they plunged Dmitry’s citizens into hell and even showed intent to kill me, who interfered with them.
Blood Fang’s sin is clear as crystal.
Therefore, in front of you, I will get rid of this evil at its very roots.”—That’s what Roman had said back then.
In order to punish the Blood Fang who dared to touch Dmitry’s people, he came to Lawrence by himself and killed their leader—Ben Miles’ blood spattered, and his head flew away.
The children screamed and closed their eyes, but Henderson clearly witnessed the splattering of blood with his eyes.

‘Wow.’

He shuddered. Look at Roman! He’s a leader who raises his sword for his citizens! I can’t believe there was such a person in the world!

Henderson, who was reminiscing and talking about the moment with a flushed face, explained to others why he hoped to become Roman’s private soldier.

“People doubt and deny what happened in Lawrence.
I myself didn’t think Roman Dmitry would ever be able to do such a thing.
However, I saw it and felt it with my own body.
Roman Dmitry is not a weak human being, as rumored in the world, but a leader who fights for his people.
And this military recruitment is a golden opportunity to become one of Roman Dmitry’s people.
I want to pass the test, get a permanent residence in Dmitry, and live as one of Roman Dmitry’s people.”

New stories piled up one after another, destroying Roman’s horrible reputation of the past.
Subduing Blood Fang; The Clark family; protecting and avenging Kevin—People now flocked to praise Roman’s name, not because of a single event, but because of synergy from multiple events.

People thought—If it’s the new and changed Roman, isn’t he worthy of my allegiance? Even if you ignore him treating one well in return for his loyalty, respecting people, and fighting against evil hordes such as Blood Fang, there is no doubt he has no hesitation in drawing his sword. They couldn’t help but support him.
Even those who thought they were worth 8 silvers or more felt inexplicable emotions rising inside them; the blood in their heart boiled when they heard Roman’s story and achievements.

A lot of people applying to become his private soldier was no accident.
People have eyes and ears, and due to that, slowly, the true face of Roman would be revealed to everyone.

On the day of the test, the day was bright.
And in the exam hall crowded with people, Lucas was still immersed in his own world. ‘If everything I heard earlier was true, what choice should I make now?’

At this place, many others were feeling the same as Lucas.
However, those who were dubious and still expressed their intention to apply would soon face the truth about Roman.

That was truly the moment of choice. Should I take this exam seriously? Or should I just drop out after seeing Roman?—Lucas, who had spent his whole life at the front lines and earned a B-class mercenary title, seriously thought about whether it was worth investing and giving up his life to Roman while being paid the frugal price of 8 silvers every month.
It wasn’t a condition he would normally even consider.
However, the sense of Lucas, the same sense that made him a B-class mercenary, directed him to the testing ground.
Naturally, the exam room was noisy.
There were at least five hundred people there.
And since there was no one to sanction them, many people were making a lot of noise as if they were on the market floor.

“Ahahahahaha.”

“Did that really happen?”

“After the test, let’s go get a beer!”

However, just then, even though no one told them to stop, even though no one stopped them from talking, the commotion subsided.
People’s eyes naturally shrank and turned seeing that the noise had disappeared from each side.
Naturally, Lucas was no different.
And just when he shifted his gaze,

“…!”

He was out of breath.
His hair stood up, and he remembered it—fighting for his life on the front lines.
Lucas unconsciously lowered his head when the extreme tension that could only be felt back then was revived in the current situation.
It seemed like everyone else had done the same thing.
They all saw one man—his appearance and his gait.
And Lucas, just like everyone else, bowed his head to greet him. ‘The rumors were true.’

Roman Dmitry had finally appeared and was walking through the crowd.