The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 741 Thud! Raon dropped the box of bead ice cream he had been holding on his lap onto the floor. -Ugh! There were still three left, what are you doing! Wrath flailed his round hands, trying to grab the ice cream box. 'What did you just say?' -I said, there were three left, what are you doing! 'Not that, the trumpet!' -I said it's the trumpet that summons the apocalypse! He frowned, wondering why Raon was asking again when he had heard correctly. -Hurry and pick up the bead ice cream! If 3 seconds pass, it'll get dusty! 'No...' Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at Wrath's reddened cheeks. 'There's a trumpet that summons apocalypse, why are you so calm about it?' Even if this demon king was a glutton, Raon thought he would at least be able to distinguish between public and private matters. It was so out of place to see him only caring about ice cream when there was a trumpet that could bring about the end of the world. -You fool! Do you think the end of the world can be summoned just because you want to? Wrath snorted as he raised his gaze. 'What do you mean by that?' -First, pick up the bead ice cream! 'Hmm...' Raon frowned but picked up the bead ice cream box and placed it back on his lap. 'It's been more than 3 seconds, though.' Even though the 3-second rule was broken, it's fine if we clean off the dust before eating! Wrath muttered some unknown rule as he sighed in relief. -Do you really think it's possible for the world to end just by blowing one trumpet? 'Well...' -Right. It doesn't make sense. For that to happen, a god would have to descend directly. He waved his hand, saying it was impossible for a single Archangel to bring about the end. 'Then why is it called the trumpet that summons the apocalypse?' -As you've seen, there isn't just one trumpet. Wrath lightly tapped his head as if telling Raon to recall. 'Three?' Raon swallowed dryly. The fire trumpets tied to Uriel's waist weren't just one, but three. -Not three, but seven. Wrath slowly shook his head. -Seven Archangels blow the horn trumpets in sequence to bring about the end. He covered the window showing the dark sky with his round hand. -It's not as simple as just blowing them. Various locks need to be undone. 'Locks?' -The seals of the trumpets called the apocalypse must be released, and the Archangels must complete a prayer of resolve. Wrath shook his head, saying that the prayer of resolution was different from ordinary prayers. -Before that, gathering all the Archangels and having them blow the trumpets in one place is a difficult task. They have diverse personalities just like us demon kings. He snorted, asking if Raon now understood how nearly impossible it was to bring about the end. 'Then, just one more question.' Raon raised his index finger. 'What happens when a trumpet with its seal broken is blown?' -The phenomenon differs for each trumpet. When the first trumpet is blown, hailstones the size of small meteorites will pour down, wrapped in flames. 'Hail engulfed in fire?' Raon let out a hollow laugh, incredulous. 'Isn't that already at the level of an apocalypse?' If hail the size of small meteorites fell from the first trumpet, he couldn't even imagine what would come later. -When the second trumpet is blown, underwater volcanoes will erupt, causing the sea to dry up and marine life to begin perishing en masse. Wrath explained the apocalypse brought by the trumpets as if he had experienced it firsthand. 'Then what about the last one?' -Finally, when the seventh trumpet is blown, a dragon will descend. 'Dragon? You mean the lizards?' -A real dragon, different from those lizards. His voice sank deeply. 'Has this dragon ever appeared in this world before?' -It has. 'Then...' -That's all this king can say. Wrath shook his head, not so much unwilling to speak as having nothing more to say. 'Hmm...' Raon licked his lips as he looked at Wrath's furrowed brow. Seeing that chatterbox close his mouth, it seemed there really was nothing more to say. 'A dragon, huh...' He wondered what kind of dragon it was to make Wrath react like that. It sent chills down his spine for no reason. 'But...' Raon raised his gaze while fiddling with the bead ice cream box. 'Uriel had three trumpets, right? What's the deal with that?' Wrath had said each Archangel had one trumpet, but there were three tied to Uriel's waist. -This king doesn't know about that either. Wrath shook his head. -They could be fake, or he might have taken them from other Archangels. He half-closed his eyes, also puzzled. Crunch. Raon clenched his teeth, applying pressure to his fingertips. 'Derus Robert...' What are you plotting now? An Archangel wouldn't appear without reason, nor would he possess three horn trumpets without purpose. Even if it wasn't the end of this world, they were clearly planning something. 'Wrath.' -Why are you calling? Wrath nodded slightly without taking his eyes off the ice cream. 'Do all demon kings hate angels?' -Of course! Like oil and water that don't mix from birth, we instinctively want to kill each other. However... He slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked this way. -There are a few who can suppress that instinct for their own desires. Wrath wrinkled his nose, saying it was a complicated relationship. "It's confusing." Raon shook his head with a sigh. He couldn't organize his thoughts after suddenly hearing such a big story. 'But...' What's the deal with the number 7? There are seven demon kings, seven Archangels, and seven trumpets that call the end. At this point, it felt like there was something about the number 7. -As I said, there's no need to worry yet. Wrath waved his hand as if to reassure him. -Uriel hasn't broken the seal on the trumpets yet, nor has he made his resolution. He shook his chin, saying he didn't mention it on purpose because there wasn't much to worry about. -Let's eat the remaining bead ice cream first... Raon closed the lid of the bead ice cream box and stood up. -Hey, where are you going! 'I have to tell them.' Ignoring Wrath's attempts to stop him, Raon ran towards the conference room. -This is why this king wanted to finish eating before talking! "With this, all the prepared agenda items have been concluded." Roseline, the Black Market leader, smiled faintly as she organized the documents. "Ugh, I'm stiff." Ogram sighed as he rotated his shoulders. "I hate these meetings more than fighting, I tell you." "M-me too..." Larian collapsed onto the round table, her tongue sticking out. "I want to go home now..." She shook her head, saying she shouldn't leave home for half a year. "Half a year? No way! You need to work with me next month, so be prepared." Chamber frowned at Larian, glaring at her. "Ugh, save me..." Larian lowered her gaze, shoulders hunched. "Still, it's fortunate that the meeting ended on a positive note." King Lecross smiled as he put down the documents. "It's regrettable that we missed Derus, but we should be able to achieve the rest according to plan." "That's how it should be." Glenn nodded briefly as he looked at King Lecross. "Well then, let's get up." Chamber smiled and raised her hand. "If you sleep late, your skin sags..." Just as she was about to stand up from her chair. Boom! The conference room door burst open violently, and Raon entered. "Y-Young Master?" "Are you Rimmer? Why are you suddenly breaking down the door like that!" Roenn blinked blankly, and Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as if in disbelief. "I'm sorry for the sudden intrusion." "Raon?" Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the panting Raon. "What's the matter?" "There's something I haven't had the chance to tell you." Raon straightened his posture and bowed to the leaders of the Five Kings. "Go ahead and speak." Glenn nodded, noticing that Raon's eyes were unusually serious. "Do you remember the trumpets tied to Uriel's waist?" "Yes. There were three strange trumpets attached." Chamber, true to her nature as a Magician, remembered Uriel's appearance exactly. "Those fire trumpets..." Raon relayed to everyone present the story he had heard from Wrath. "The trumpets of the apocalypse...?" "Are you saying such things really exist? That goes beyond the concept of artifacts!" "Even if it's the Light Wind Division Leader saying it, it's hard to believe..." The leaders of the neutral factions swallowed dryly, unable to believe it. "I-I've seen it." Larian raised her trembling hand. "It was in an ancient book of unknown age. It said that when winged humans blow seven trumpets, destruction will come." She shuddered, saying she never expected to hear directly about the passage she had read without much thought. "S-so, is it really true?" "This is insane..." "The end of the world just from blowing trumpets..." "Aren't they demons rather than angels?" People's lips trembled, seemingly terrified by Larian's testimony. "Well, that's..." "Such a thing couldn't possibly happen easily." As Raon was about to explain again, Glenn calmly shook his head. "In this world, there are invisible rules and powers. To bring about the end just by blowing trumpets, many conditions would need to be met." Glenn was aware that even the trumpets of destruction couldn't be used immediately, as they too were bound by the law of cause and effect. "That's certainly true." Chamber nodded, looking at Glenn's calm eyes. "To bring about destruction, there must be conditions that need to be cleared. And it won't be just one or two." She fiddled with her fingers, saying it would clearly take a lot of time and power. "Moreover, the fact that the book the Mage Tower Master saw still exists means that even though the trumpets were blown, this world didn't end. “That would be evidence that this world did not end even after the trumpets were blown.” Glenn turned to look at Larian with a calm gaze. "Y-yes. It was old, but it was certainly a book from this world." Larian blinked rapidly, as if agreeing with Glenn's words. "Whether there are trumpets calling the end or demon kings descending, our task remains unchanged." Glenn raised his voice as he placed his hand on the round table. "The core of Derus and the Five Demons can't move for a while. Build up your strength before they crawl out again. Both individual power and the power of our factions!" He emphasized the need to grow stronger, making eye contact with each faction leader in turn. "Please leave the information gathering and search to us in the meantime." Roseline placed her hand on her chest, asking them to trust the Black Market. Raon clenched his fist as he watched the people steeling their resolve. 'Now I too...' He should prepare to go there. After the meeting, the Five Kings returned to their respective domains. Raon had things to do, but he first stopped by the annex building to reassure Sylvia and the maids. "Raon." "Young Master!" Sylvia and the maids rushed out and surrounded Raon. "We heard that Derus Robert was a vicious man!" "Was it also his doing, brainwashing the children?" "That bastard! He's so dirty even trash would be disgusted!" The maids, unusually, showed intense anger. Having directly cared for the brainwashed children, their sense of betrayal seemed great. "Raon. I heard you revealed Derus's true identity..." Sylvia frowned as she examined Raon from head to toe. "Why did you take on such a dangerous task!" "It was the only way." Raon rubbed his neck and smiled awkwardly. In the past, such concerns would have been annoying, but now he felt rather good about it. He could listen to them as much as they wanted. "Yua. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?" "Julius too!" After Raon, the maids checked on Yua and Julius, expressing their concerns. "We're fine!" "We didn't really do anything." (E/N: Julius is not dead yet!) The two children bowed their heads, saying they had returned safely. "I'm glad everyone's safe." Sylvia sighed in relief, smoothing her chest. "When we heard you were coming back, we prepared a very lavish dinner for tonight. You can look forward to it." She clapped her hands loudly, seemingly pleased that everyone was safe. "Please wait just a moment." Helen smiled brightly and entered the annex building with the maids to prepare dinner. Wrath danced like a snake in the air, letting out an exclamation. -It's a welcome party for this king! He grinned broadly, thinking too positively for a demon king. "I'll be back shortly from the main building." Raon slightly bowed his head as he looked at Sylvia. "Why the main building?" "I have something to say to the Head of House." "Hmm, alright. Come back quickly." Sylvia waved her hand, telling him to go and come back. -F-food. They said they prepared a lavish meal, where are you going! Wrath looked at the smoking chimney with anxious eyes. 'I'll be back soon. Don't worry.' Raon waved his hand and headed to the main building. He walked down the now-familiar corridor of the Lord's Manor and stood in front of the audience chamber. "Lord Raon?" Roenn's eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn't expected Raon to come to the Lord's Manor right after returning. "I have something to say to the Head of House." Raon bowed his head to Roenn, stating his purpose. "He's currently receiving reports, so..." "Tell him to come in." Glenn's voice came from inside the room, as if he had been listening all along. "He says to come in." Roenn chuckled and opened the door. Raon took a short, deep breath and entered the audience chamber. As Roenn had said, Chad was standing below the platform, seemingly reporting on recent events. "I'm sorry to disturb you when you must be tired." Raon stood in the center of the audience chamber and bowed his head. "It's fine." Glenn waved his hand lightly as if it didn't matter. His eyes were warmly calm, as if continuing from the previous night at the shore. It was an atmosphere where he seemed ready to listen to anything. "Head of House, you granted me permission to enter the Room of Self." Raon looked up at Glenn as he continued speaking. "I'd like to use that entry pass now." He bowed his head as he made his request. Glenn's eyes were gentle, and the atmosphere wasn't bad, so it seemed like he would definitely agree. "It's not possible." But Glenn firmly shook his head. "Pardon...?" Raon's jaw dropped. The response was so unexpected that he didn't know how to react. "I'm not saying no without reason." Glenn looked down at Raon, briefly licking his lips. "There's a guest in the Room of Self."