The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 741

 Chapter 741

 

Thud!

Raon dropped the box of bead ice cream that had been resting on his knee onto the floor.

Ack! There were still three left! What have you done!

Wrath flailed his round hands in an attempt to grab the ice cream box.

‘What did you just say?’

He said there were still three left! What have you done!

‘Not that—about the trumpet!’

He said it was the trumpet that brings about the end of the world!

Wrath furrowed his brow, wondering why Raon was asking again when he had already heard.

Hurry up and pick up the ice cream! If it’s on the floor for more than 3 seconds, it’ll get dusty!

‘No….’

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at Wrath, whose cheeks had turned red.

‘There’s a trumpet that can bring about the end of the world, why are you so calm about it??’

Even though this demon king was a glutton, Raon thought that he could distinguish between serious matters and trivial ones. The sight of him focusing solely on the ice cream while talking about a trumpet that could bring about the end of the world felt incredibly strange and unnatural.

You fool! Do you think the end of the world will come just because you blow a trumpet!

Wrath snorted as he lifted his gaze.

‘What do you mean by that?’

First, pick up the ice cream!

‘Hmm….’

Raon frowned but picked up the ice cream box and placed it back on his knee.

‘It’s already been more than 3 seconds.’

I-It’s fine! Just brush off the dust and eat it.

Wrath let out a sigh of relief after mumbled something about a rule Raon didn’t quite understand.

Do you really think blowing a single trumpet would be enough to end the world?

‘Well….’

Exactly. It doesn’t make sense. To do that, A god would have to descend personally.

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, saying that not even an archangel could bring about the end of the world on their own.

‘Then why is it called the trumpets of apocalypse?’

As you saw, it’s not just one trumpet.

Wrath tapped his head lightly as if urging Raon to remember.

‘Three?’

Raon swallowed dryly. The fire trumpets hanging from Uriel’s waist weren’t just one, but three.

Not three, but seven.

Wrath shook his head slowly.

Seven archangels must blow the trumpets in sequence to bring about the end of the world.

He covered the window that reflected the dark sky with his round hand.

And it’s not just about blowing the trumpets, several seals need to be unlocked first.

‘Seals?’

The seal on the trumpets, known as the trumpets of the apocalypse, must be unsealed, and the archangels are required to make a prayer of resolve.

Wrath shook his head, saying that a prayer of resolve was different from an ordinary prayer.

And before that, it’s difficult to gather all the archangels in one place to blow the trumpets. Like us demon kings, they each have their own unique personalities.

Wrath snorted, asking if Raon now understood that bringing about the end of the world was nearly impossible.

‘Then one more thing.’

Raon raised his index finger.

‘What happens if a trumpet with its seal broken is blown?’

Each trumpet brings about a different phenomenon. When the first trumpet is blown, hail the size of small meteors, wrapped in flames, will rain down.

‘Hail wrapped in flames?'

Raon let out a dry laugh in disbelief.

‘That alone sounds like the end of the world, doesn’t it?’

If hail the size of small meteors fell at the sound of the first trumpet, he couldn’t even imagine what would come next.

When the second trumpet is blown, underwater volcanoes will erupt, drying up the oceans and causing the mass extinction of marine life.

Wrath described the apocalyptic events triggered by the trumpets as though he had witnessed them firsthand.

‘What about the last one?’

When the seventh and final trumpet is blown, a dragon will descend.

‘A dragon? Do you mean a dragon?’

No, a real dragon, different from those lizards.

Wrath’s voice took on a serious tone.

‘Has that dragon ever appeared in this world?’

Yes, it has.

‘Then….’

That’s all the King of Essence can say.

Wrath shook his head, not out of reluctance to speak but because there was nothing more to say.

‘Hmm….’

Raon smacked his lips as he watched Wrath, whose eyes were narrowed in thought.

If that chatterbox had gone silent, there really must be nothing more to say.

‘A dragon….’

Raon couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine, wondering what kind of dragon could make Wrath react like that.

‘But….’

Raon rubbed the ice cream box as he looked up.

‘Uriel had three trumpets, didn’t he? What’s up with that?’

Wrath had said that each archangel had one trumpet, but Uriel had three hanging from his waist.

The King of Essence doesn’t know that either.

Wrath shook his head.

They could be fake, or he might have taken them from other archangels.

Wrath half-closed his eyes, indicating that he was puzzled by it too.

Crack.

Raon clenched his fist, his jaw tightening.

‘Derus Robert….’

What are you scheming now?

There was no way an archangel would have appeared without reason, nor would he have three trumpets for no reason.

Even if it wasn’t the apocalypse, they were certainly planning something.

‘Wrath.’

What is it now?

Wrath tilted his head slightly, still not taking his eyes off the ice cream.

‘The demon kings must hate the angels, right?’

Of course! Just like oil and water can never mix, we instinctively want to kill each other. But…

Wrath narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Raon.

There are a few who can suppress that instinct for their own desires.

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying it was a complicated relationship.

‘It’s confusing.’

Raon let out a sigh and shook his head. He had heard such a grand story out of the blue that he couldn’t quite process it.

‘But….’

What’s with the number seven?

There were seven demon kings, seven archangels, and seven trumpets that herald the apocalypse. At this point, it felt like the number seven held some deeper significance.

As he said, there’s nothing to worry about yet.

Wrath gestured with his hand as if telling Raon to relax.

Uriel hasn’t even broken the seal on the trumpets, nor has he performed the prayer of resolve.

Wrath shook his head, saying that it wasn’t something to worry about, so he hadn’t mentioned it on purpose.

For now, just eat the remaining bead ice cream….

Raon closed the lid of the bead ice cream box and stood up.

W-Where are you going!

‘To report this.’

Ignoring Wrath’s attempts to stop him, Raon rushed to the conference hall.

Grrrr…This is why the King of Essence wanted to eat it all before telling you!

*   *   *

"With that, we've covered all the items on the agenda."

Roseline, the Black Market’s master, smiled faintly as she organized the documents.

“Ugh, I'm so stiff.”

Ogram rotated his shoulders and sighed.

“I hate these meetings more than fighting.”

“M-Me too….”

Larian stuck out her tongue and collapsed onto the round table.

“I want to go home now….”

She shook her head, saying she wouldn't leave her house for half a year.

“What do you mean, half a year! You have to work with me next month, so start getting ready.”

Chamber frowned at Larian as she glared at her.

“Ugh, spare me….”

Larian lowered her gaze, hunching her shoulders.

“Still, it’s a relief the conference ended on a positive note.”

King Lecross put down the documents and smiled.

“It’s unfortunate that Derus escaped, but we can still proceed with the rest of the plan.”

“That’s right.”

Glenn nodded briefly as he looked at king Lecross.

“Then let’s get up.”

Chamber smiled and raised her hand.

“If I go to bed late, my skin will….”

It was just when she was about to get up from her chair.

Bang!

The door to the conference hall swung open violently, as if it would break, and Raon entered.

“Y-Young master?”

“Are you Rimmer? Why did you suddenly break down the door like that!”

Roenn blinked blankly, and Sheryl let out a stunned laugh.

“I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion.”

“Raon?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon, who was catching his breath.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s something I didn’t get to tell you.”

Raon straightened his posture and bowed to the heads of the Five Kings.

“Speak.”

Glenn noticed that Raon’s gaze was unusual and nodded his head.

"Do you remember the three fire horn trumpets that were tied to Uriel's waist?"

"Yes, it had three strange trumpets attached."

Chamber, true to her nature as a mage, remembered Uriel’s appearance perfectly.

“That trumpet….”

Raon then told everyone present about what he had heard from Wrath.

“T-Trumpets of apocalypse…?”

"Does such a thing really exist? That's beyond the concept of an artifact!"

“Even if it’s the Light Wind leader saying it, it’s hard to believe….”

The heads of the neutral factions swallowed dryly, finding it hard to believe.

“I-I’ve seen it.”

Larian raised her trembling hand.

“It was in an ancient book, so old that its age was unknown, but it said that when winged beings blow seven horns, destruction will come.”

She shivered as she realized she had come across the words she had once read without much thought.

"So, does that mean it's true?"

"This is insane…."

"Just blowing the trumpet brings about the apocalypse…."

“Are those beings really angels, not demons?”

The people trembled in fear at Larian’s explanation.

“Well, that’s…”

"Such a thing can’t be easily achieved."

Raon was about to explain further when Glenn shook his head calmly.

"There are unseen rules and forces in this world. To bring about the apocalypse just by blowing a trumpet would require many conditions to be met."

Glenn, who himself was bound by the law of causality, understood that a trumpet capable of bringing about destruction couldn’t be used so easily.

“That’s true.”

Chamber nodded as she looked at Glenn’s calm eyes.

“There must be countless conditions that need to be cleared to trigger an apocalypse.”

She touched her fingers, certain that it would require a lot of time and power.

"Besides, the fact that the Magic Tower’s master saw the book means that the world didn't end even though the trumpets were blown."

Glenn looked at Larian with a composed gaze.

“Y-Yes. It was an old book, but it was definitely from this world.”

Larian blinked quickly, agreeing with Glenn’s words.

"Whether there is a trumpet that calls for the apocalypse or the demon king descends, our task remains the same."

Glenn raised his voice as he placed his hand on the round table.

“Derus and the core of the Five Demons won’t be able to move for a while. Strengthen your power before they crawl back out. Strengthen both individual power and the power of your factions!”

He emphasized the need to build strength, meeting the eyes of each neutral faction leader in turn.

“In the meantime, leave the information and search to us.”

Roseline placed her hand on her chest, asking them to trust the Black Market.

Raon clenched his fist as he watched the people around him firming their resolve.

‘Now, I too…’

It’s time to prepare to go there.

*   *   *

After the conference ended, the Five Kings returned to their respective territories.

Raon had things to do but stopped by the annex building first to reassure Sylvia and the maids.

“Raon.”

“Young master!”

Sylvia and the maids ran out and surrounded Raon.

“I heard Derus Robert was a wicked man!”

“He was the one who brainwashed the children, wasn’t he?”

“That bastard! He’s filthier than garbage!”

The maids, who rarely showed such anger, revealed deep fury.

The betrayal seemed great, as they had taken care of the brainwashed children themselves.

“Raon, I heard you exposed Derus’ identity….”

Sylvia frowned as she checked Raon from head to toe.

“Why did you get involved in such a dangerous matter?”

“There was no other way.”

Raon awkwardly scratched his neck as he smiled.

In the past, such worries had been annoying, but now he rather enjoyed them. He could listen to them as much as he wanted.

“Yua, you’re not hurt, are you?”

“We’re fine!”

The maids checked on Yua and Yulius, worrying about them next after Raon.

“We’re fine!”

“We didn’t really do much.”

The two children bowed their heads, saying they had returned safely.

“I’m glad you’re all safe.”

Sylvia sighed in relief, pressing her hand to her chest.

“When I heard you were coming back, I prepared a feast for dinner tonight. You can look forward to it.”

She clapped her hands loudly, looking happy that everyone was safe.

“Please wait a moment.”

Helen smiled brightly as she went into the annex building with the maids to prepare dinner.

Woooohoooo!

Wrath hovered in the air, dancing like a snake as he exclaimed.

A welcoming feast for the King of Essence!

He is a demon king, yet he smiled brightly with such a positive thought.

“I'll be back at the main building for a moment.”

Raon slightly bowed his head while looking at Sylvia.

“Why are you going to the main building?”

“I have something to tell the head of house.”

“Hmm, alright. Make sure to come back quickly.”

Sylvia waved her hand, telling him to go.

Wh-what? They’ve even prepared a feast, and now you're going somewhere else!

Wrath looked at the chimney with smoke rising from it with uneasy eyes.

‘I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.’

Raon waved his hand and headed towards the main building. He was now familiar with the corridors of the lord manor’s and stood before the audience chamber.

“Raon?”

Roenn widened his eyes as if surprised that Raon came to the lord’s manor as soon as he returned.

“I have something to say to the head of house.”

Raon bowed his head and stated his purpose to Roenn.

“He’s currently receiving a report, so...”

“Let him in.”

Glenn’s voice came from inside, as if he had heard everything.

“He says you may enter.”

Roenn chuckled and opened the door.

Raon took a short breath and entered the audience chamber.

Just as Roenn had said, Chad was standing below the platform, seemingly giving a report of the recent events.

“I apologize for disturbing you when you must be tired.”

Raon stood in the center and bowed his head.

“It’s alright.”

Glenn waved his hand lightly, as if it didn’t matter. His gaze was calm and warm, continuing from the previous night at the coast.

It was a mood where he would listen to anything.

“You permitted me to enter the room of self, right?”

Raon continued, looking up at Glenn.

“I would like to use that permission now.”

He bowed his head again, requesting earnestly. Glenn’s gaze was soft, and the atmosphere was favorable, so Raon thought his request would be granted without a doubt.

“It’s not possible.”

However, Glenn shook his head firmly.

“Wha…?”

Raon’s mouth dropped open. It was such an unexpected response that his mind couldn’t process how to react.

“I didn’t refuse without a reason.”

Glenn clicked his tongue briefly as he looked down at Raon.

"There's already someone in the room of self."

 

 

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