The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1310 "Azazel?" Raon narrowed his eyes thinly while looking at the red cotton candy that called itself an Archangel. "Was there an Archangel with such a name?" When Uriel descended, Wrath had once told him the names of the Archangels. Since he hadn't heard the name Azazel at that time, he tilted his head in confusion. [Ha! You don't know me?] Azazel stuck out her tongue long as if it was absurd. [Not knowing me, the Archangel among Archangels, what an ignorant among ignorant human!] She looked at Raon with pitiful eyes and snorted. [No, is it natural not to know? If a mere human were to see me, their eyes would go blind!] Azazel chattered like a magpie, rambling that not knowing her was a sin. "My ears are stinging." Darkan shook while holding Azazel's tail. "Should I just burst her?" He frowned as if he didn't like Azazel's voice. [Burst?] Azazel burst into empty laughter as if it was ridiculous. [A lowly human burst me? Let's see if you can say such things even if I drop you into the fires of hell!] She growled as if telling him to try it once. 'Do you know that angel called Azazel?' Raon looked back at Wrath and nodded his chin. -Hah! Wrath sighed as if annoyed. -Why is that thing here! Looking at the way he examined Azazel, it seemed certain they were acquainted. 'Who is that red cotton candy?' Raon pointed at Azazel, who looked exactly like Wrath, and asked. -That one... Wrath clicked his tongue briefly and then opened his lips. -An angel who fell from heaven due to corruption. A fallen angel! He shook his head back and forth, saying Azazel was not an Archangel but a fallen angel. "A fallen angel?" Raon was startled by Wrath's words and shouted "fallen angel" out loud. [Fa-, fallen angel?!] Azazel screamed "quack" as if absolutely denying it. [I just came down for a brief vacation! Absolutely not!] She shook her head vigorously, saying she absolutely had nothing to do with being a fallen angel. "Raon Zieghart." Darkan wrinkled his nose while looking at Azazel. "This is too noisy, may I cut it down?" He raised the sword he had been using as a staff as if he would silence Azazel's mouth. [Fine! Go ahead and try cutting me once!] Azazel raised her chin as if telling him to do as he pleased. [The moment you draw your sword, I'll shatter those limbs of yours!] She revealed gleaming eyes as if she had something to rely on. "Wait." Raon raised his hand to stop Darkan and Azazel. 'Wrath. Why did that one become a fallen angel?' He needed information about Azazel to interpret this situation, so he first asked Wrath for help. -Azazel is, in your terms, an agent for gathering information. Wrath clicked his tongue while looking at Azazel's red eyes. 'An agent?' -Simply put, she can be seen as a watcher sent down to this world from the heavenly realm to observe human life. He said Azazel was an informant sent by the heavenly realm to monitor human corruption. It seemed she could be thought of as similar to agents from the Shadow Agents or the Black Market. 'They use an Archangel as just an informant? Isn't that a waste of manpower?' It wasn't that he looked down on informants, but he couldn't understand why someone of Archangel rank would need to perform information gathering duties. (E/N: Meanwhile, Raon, currently on an information gathering mission) -Because they can fall to temptation. Wrath muttered briefly. -The temptations of this earth are more dangerous than you think. Beyond <Wrath>, <Greed>, <Lust>, <Pride>, <Gluttony>, <Envy>, and <Sloth>, countless other desires will tempt you, so it's right that a being with high mental strength who can overcome all of that should go. He shook his head, saying it wasn't easy for beings from other dimensions to maintain their original mindset on the continent. -But that one, despite being an Archangel, still fell to this world's desires. Not only did she fall herself, but she even summoned demon kings and corrupted the peaceful humans - what a scoundrel! (E/N: Sounds like a great angel to me. Much better than the others?) Wrath snorted, saying she was an absurd Angel. -Later, until she was caught by Uriel and other Archangels and imprisoned in the deepest, darkest hole, the number of humans that one corrupted was countless. He sneered, saying it was an episode that showed the filthiness of Angels. 'Why wasn't such an important fact passed down?' He couldn't understand why the story of an Archangel falling and spreading evil to humans wasn't passed down. 'Why do you think! Those great Angels covered up the incident!' Wrath waved his hand, asking why he was asking something so obvious. 'I thought so.' Raon chuckled. Just as he suspected, the answer was no different from his expectations, and he naturally nodded. No matter how he looked at it, there didn't seem to be much difference between Angels and Demons. -The Angels did something stupid. An idiot like that could never withstand this world's temptations! Wrath shook his head, saying it was impossible from the beginning. -You'd need mental strength at least on the level of this king to endure it! He grinned, saying such temptations wouldn't work on him. '...I see.' Raon drew a gentle smile. 'Now I understand everything.' Wrath, despite being a Monarch of Devildom, had fallen for the continent's delicious food and given his all. Substituting him into the equation, he could somewhat understand why the heavenly realm sent Archangels as informants. -Wh, what? Wrath's eyes trembled slightly. -Why are you looking at this king with those eyes! This king is different from that scoundrel! He bared his white teeth, saying he would absolutely never fall to temptation. 'Sure you won't.' Raon thought it was absolutely impossible and looked at the fallen angel Azazel again. "Fallen angel Azazel." Now all the information was gathered. He put strength into his voice to tame the red cotton candy that called itself an Archangel. [Wh, what!] Azazel frowned slightly as if startled by Raon's heavy voice. [No, I'm not a fallen angel! I am an Archangel of the heavenly realm!] She shook her head fiercely, saying she had not fallen. "It seems you came from the deepest, darkest part." Raon looked down at Azazel and nodded his chin. [You, you. How does a human know that!] Azazel trembled her lips as if she heard something unbelievable. "Do you want to become an Archangel again?" At this moment, Raon revealed transparent eyes as if he had returned to being the Sage Doraen. [Gulp.] Azazel swallowed dry saliva audibly and looked up at Raon. [A, a mere human shouldn't speak of the name Archangel...] "I can help you." Raon said he would help Azazel rise to the position of Archangel again while gently lowering his gaze. [Huh...?] Azazel opened her mouth blankly as if she heard unexpected words again. -You, don't tell me! Wrath breathed heavily as if he had realized what he was about to do. -You're going to deceive again! He ground his teeth, pleading for him to please stop. [How can a mere human help me!] Azazel waved her hand, telling him not to talk nonsense. "There are seven Archangel seats in total. If several of those seats become vacant, they'll have no choice but to restore you." Raon smiled coldly, saying he would create vacant positions. [You think someone like you can do such a thing? Don't talk nonsense!] Azazel snorted, saying she wouldn't be fooled by a human. "Look at this." Raon raised his hand and sent the traces of Archangel Sariel, whom he had cut down with Soul Sword, flowing to Azazel. [Th, this is!] Azazel felt the lingering traces of Sariel remaining in the Soul Sword and was shocked, widening her eyes. [You, how did you...] "I killed him." Raon nodded, saying it wasn't that difficult. [What...] Azazel looked at Raon with trembling eyes as if she had lost her words. "Of course, only one seat is vacant now, so you won't be needed yet." Raon clenched his fist while erasing the traces left by Sariel's soul. "But if two seats become vacant, especially Uriel's seat, you'll inevitably be chosen." [Th, that means...] Azazel now seemed to understand Raon's intention and trembled her tail. "Uriel hasn't come here yet, right? If you help me kill him, I'll also help you become an Archangel again." Raon reached out his hand to Azazel, suggesting they help each other. [Hmm...] Azazel let out a low groan while looking at Raon's hand as if troubled. "The one who put you in the deepest, darkest hole was probably Uriel - don't you want to seize the chance for revenge?" Raon beckoned with his finger toward Azazel. [You, you definitely said you didn't know me at first, but how...] Azazel narrowed her eyes as if bothered by Raon's initial reaction. "That was this king's vessel." Raon sent weak Authority of Wrath to Azazel while raising his chin. [Th, this king?] Azazel felt Raon's gaze change and stepped back. [You, don't tell me!] "That's right. This king is the Monarch of Wrath." Raon acted out Wrath's gaze and demeanor while arrogantly nodding his head. [Wrath! You!] Azazel bit her lips as if finally understanding. -Aaaaaargh! Wrath tore at his hair. -Again! You're using this king again! Damn con artist! He screamed, telling him to stop selling his name. "...." Raon looked at Darkan, who was holding Azazel, while ignoring Wrath's scolding. "Yaaaawn!" Darkan was yawning as if he had no interest in Azazel, who wasn't even a Swordsman. Fortunately he wasn't interested, but it seemed better to end the situation quickly. "This is the last chance given to you." Raon bent his waist and made eye contact with Azazel right in front of her nose. "Kill Uriel and regain the rank of Archangel. Or remain here with the stigma of being a fallen angel and become emergency food for other Archangels. You choose." He lowered his hand, telling Azazel to choose for herself. This seemed like giving her a choice, but it was a false problem with the answer already decided. [Grrrr!] Azazel chewed her lips as if pondering, but eventually raised her head as if she had no choice but to select the predetermined answer. [Fi, fine! But how will we do it!] She breathed heavily as if asking him to explain the plan. "First, tell me how the Archangels can exert power that violates the Law of Causality." Raon first asked how the Archangels could stay for long periods despite having great influence on this continent. [It's as you said.] Azazel pointed at herself and revealed irritated eyes. [Those damn bastards used me as a Barrier Axis to draw a line connecting the continent and the heavenly realm! Through me, they receive divine power from the heavenly realm and run rampant on this continent!] She waved her hands, saying it was an absurd act. "Then why do the Archangels visit this temple?" Raon nodded his chin, telling her to say more. [They stay in this temple and absorb part of my soul. If they accomplish that, they can use the heavenly realm's divine power regardless of this temple.] Azazel ground her teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, saying her soul was being torn away each time the Archangels came. "I see." Raon briefly clicked his tongue. "Then we can strike him when Uriel tries to absorb your soul." It was when he was nodding his head, saying it wasn't a difficult plan. -Look behind you! 'What...?' Raon turned around upon hearing Wrath's urgent warning. Whoooooooosh! A peerless handsome man draped in holy flames like ceremonial robes. A being with golden hair as if molded from the sun and blue eyes that judge the world's sins stood above the celestial pine, looking down at Raon and Darkan. "I shall burn you to death so that the sacred land is not contaminated." Archangel Uriel. The true messenger of God who embodied heaven revealed his malice toward the humans. "Insects."