The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 741

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Chapter 741

Thud!

I dropped the box of pearl ice cream that had been resting on my lap to the floor.

-Ugh! There were still three left! What are you doing!

Wrath flailed his round hands, desperately trying to catch the ice cream box.

‘What did you just say?’
-I said there were still three left, what are you doing!
‘Not that—the trumpet!’
-I said it was the trumpet that calls forth destruction!

He scowled, as if asking why I was asking again when he’d clearly explained it.

-Hurry and pick up the pearl ice cream! In three seconds, dust will get on it!
‘But…’

I swallowed hard, watching Wrath’s cheeks flush red.

‘There’s a trumpet that calls forth destruction, yet why is he being so calm about it?’

Even if this Demon Lord was obsessed with food, I thought he’d at least distinguish between public and private matters. The contrast was jarring—here he was, worrying only about ice cream when an apocalyptic trumpet existed.
There’s supposed to be a trumpet that brings about the end of the world, but the way he was only grabbing ice cream seemed so out of place.

You idiot! Do you think the end of the world will come just because you call for it?

Wrath lifted his gaze and let out a dismissive snort.

-First, just take care of the pearl ice cream!
‘Hmm…’
“Hmm…”

Raon furrowed his eyes while picking up the bead ice cream box and placing it back on his lap.

‘Three seconds have already passed.’
-The three-second rule has been broken, but if you brush off the dust and eat it, it should be fine!

Wrath muttered some incomprehensible rule and let out a sigh of relief.

-Do you truly believe that you alone can bring about the world’s destruction by blowing a single horn?
‘That would be…’
-Exactly. It makes no sense. To accomplish such a thing, a god would have to descend directly.

He waved his hand dismissively, insisting that it was impossible for even a single Archangel to trigger the apocalypse.

‘Then why is it called the horn of apocalypse?’
-As you have witnessed, there is not merely one horn.

Wrath lightly tapped my head as if urging me to recall something.

‘Three of them?’

I swallowed hard. The horns tied at Uriel’s waist were not just one—there were three.

-Not three, but seven.

Wrath shook his head slowly.

-Seven Archangels blow the horns in sequence to bring about the apocalypse.

He covered the window showing the blackened sky with his round hand.

-And it is not as simple as merely blowing them. Multiple seals must be broken first.
‘Seals?’
-The seals of the horns known as apocalypse must be released, and each Archangel must fulfill their vow of resolve.

Wrath shook his head, explaining that a vow of resolve differs greatly from ordinary prayers.

-Beyond that, it is already difficult enough for all the Archangels to gather and blow their horns in one place. They possess diverse personalities just as we Demon Lords do.

He snorted, as if to say I should now understand that triggering the apocalypse was nearly impossible.

‘Then just one more thing.’

Raon raised his index finger.

‘What happens when you blow a trumpet with its seal broken?’
-Each trumpet brings forth different phenomena. When the first trumpet sounds, hail the size of small meteorites will pour down, wreathed in flames.
‘Hail engulfed in fire?

I let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity of it.

‘Isn’t that already apocalypse-level destruction?’

If the first trumpet alone brought down hail the size of small meteorites, I couldn’t even imagine what would come later.

-When the second trumpet sounds, the underwater volcanoes will erupt, the seawater will dry up, and all life in the sea will be annihilated.

Wrath explained the apocalypse brought by the trumpets as if he had experienced it firsthand.

‘Then what about the last one?’
-When the seventh trumpet sounds at last, a dragon shall descend.
‘A dragon? You mean a dragon?’
-A true dragon, different from such lizards.

His voice grew heavy and grave.

‘Has this dragon ever appeared in this world before?’
-It has.
‘Then….
-This is all the True Demon King can tell you.

Wrath shook his head, not so much unwilling to speak as having nothing more to say.

‘Hmm….’

I watched Wrath with narrowed eyes and clicked my tongue.
The fact that this chatterbox had fallen silent suggested he truly had nothing left to tell.

‘A dragon, huh….’

I couldn’t fathom what kind of dragon would elicit such a reaction from Wrath. A chill ran down my spine for no reason.

‘But….’

I lifted my gaze while running my fingers across the bead ice cream box.

‘Uriel had three trumpets, didn’t he? What happened to those?’

Wrath had said each Archangel possessed one trumpet, yet three had been fastened to Uriel’s waist.

-Even the True Demon King doesn’t know that.

Wrath shook his head.

-They could be fakes, or perhaps he stole them from the other Archangels.

He narrowed his eyes halfway, expressing his own bewilderment.

Crunch.

I clenched my teeth, tensing the muscles in my fingertips.

‘Derus Robert….’

What scheme was he concocting now?

There was no way an Archangel would appear without reason, nor would he possess three trumpets without purpose. Even if it didn’t spell the end of this world, it was certain that they were plotting something.
Even if it wasn’t the end of the world, it was clear that those guys were planning something.

-What do you want?
Why are you calling me?

Wrath nodded without taking his eyes off the ice cream.

-Of course! Just as water and oil refuse to mix from birth, we instinctively desire to kill one another. However….
Of course! Just as water and oil never mix from the moment they’re born, they instinctively desire to kill each other. However…

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked in this direction.

There are a few guys out there who can even suppress their instincts if it serves their own desires.

Wrath furrowed his brow, muttering that it was a complicated relationship.

“Confusing.”

I shook my head, exhaling slowly. The sudden influx of such massive information left me unable to organize my thoughts.

‘But…’

What was significant about the number seven?

There were seven Demon Lords, seven Archangels, and seven trumpets that heralded the apocalypse. At this point, I felt certain that the number seven held some profound meaning.

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

Wrath waved his hand reassuringly.

-Uriel hasn’t even broken the seal on the trumpet yet, nor has he made his resolve. That’s why I deliberately didn’t mention it.

He shook his chin, indicating it wasn’t worth fretting over.

-First, let’s finish the remaining pearl ice cream…

I closed the lid on the pearl ice cream box and stood up.

-W-where are you going!
‘I need to tell them.’

I pushed past Wrath’s protests and rushed toward the Conference Hall.

-The True Demon King was going to finish eating before explaining everything!

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“With that, all the agenda items we prepared have been concluded.”

The Black Market Master Roselin organized her documents with a faint smile.

“Ugh, my shoulders are killing me.”

Ogram rolled his shoulders and sighed.

“I hate these meetings more than actual fighting, I’m telling you.”
“I… I agree.”

Larian collapsed onto the Round Table with her tongue sticking out.

“I just want to go home…”

She shook her head, thinking she shouldn’t leave her residence for at least six months.

“Six months? You’re working with me next month, so start preparing yourself.”

Chamber glared at Larian and furrowed her brow.

“Nooo, have mercy…”

Larian hunched her shoulders and lowered her gaze.

“Still, it’s fortunate the meeting ended on a positive note.”

King Lecross set down his documents and smiled.

“It’s unfortunate we couldn’t secure Derus Robert, but we should be able to achieve the rest as planned.”
“That’s right.”

Glen gave King Lecross a brief nod.

“Then let’s call it a day.”

Chamber raised her hand with a smile.

“If I stay up too late, my skin will sag…”

It was just as she was about to rise from her chair.

Boom!

The conference hall door burst open violently, and Raon stepped inside.

“Young Master?”
“Are you Rimer? Why are you suddenly destroying the door!”

Roen blinked blankly, while Sheryl let out an incredulous laugh.

“My apologies for the sudden intrusion.”
“Raon?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he observed Raon breathing heavily.

“What is the matter?”
“There is something I failed to mention.”

Raon straightened his posture and bowed respectfully to the leaders of the Five Emperors.

“Speak.”

Glen nodded, noticing the unusual intensity in Raon’s gaze.

“Do you perhaps remember the horns tied to Uriel’s waist?”
“Yes. There were three strange horns hanging there.”

Chamber, true to her nature as a mage, had retained a perfect recollection of Uriel’s appearance.

“Those horns are….”

Raon relayed to everyone present everything he had heard from Wrath.

“The H-Horns of Apocalypse…?”
“Such a thing actually exists? It transcends the very concept of artifacts!”
“Even if it’s the word of the Gwangpung Corps Master, that’s difficult to believe….”

The leaders of the Neutral Factions swallowed hard, unable to accept what they were hearing.

“I, I saw it.”

Larian raised her trembling hand.

“It was an ancient text that even the Tower Master didn’t recognize, but it contained a story that destruction would come when winged humans blow seven trumpets.”

Her shoulders shook as she realized she would hear directly here the passage she had once glossed over without much thought.

“S-so that’s really true?”
“This is maddening….”
“Apocalypse from merely blowing trumpets….”
“Aren’t those demons rather than celestials?”

The people trembled at their lips, seized by terror at Larian’s testimony.

“Well, that’s….”
“Such a thing couldn’t possibly happen so easily.”

Just as I was about to offer further explanation, Glen shook his head calmly.

“There exist invisible laws and forces in this world. To bring about destruction by merely blowing a trumpet would require satisfying many conditions.”

Glen understood that because he himself was bound by causality, even the trumpets that summoned destruction could not be used immediately.

“That’s certainly true.”

Chamber nodded, observing Glen’s darkened gaze.

“There would be far more than one or two conditions that must be cleared to bring about destruction.”

She ran her fingers together, affirming that considerable time and power would undoubtedly be required.

“Moreover, the fact that the book the Tower Master saw still exists would be proof that even after the trumpets were blown, this world did not perish.”

Glen turned his calm gaze back toward Larian.

“Y-yes, that’s right. Though worn, it was certainly a book of this world.”

Larian blinked rapidly, as if affirming Glen’s words were correct.

“Whether the trumpets of apocalypse exist or the Demon Lords descend, what we must do does not change.”

Glen placed his hand on the Round Table and raised his voice.

“The cores of Derus Robert and Oma cannot move for some time. Build your strength before they crawl back out. Both personal power and factional might!”

He emphasized the need to grow stronger by meeting the eyes of each faction leader in turn.

“Leave intelligence gathering and reconnaissance to us during that time.”

Roselin placed her hand over her heart, asking them to trust the Black Market.

Raon watched the people steeling their resolve and clenched his fists.

‘Now I too….’

I need to prepare to go there.

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After the meeting ended, the Five Emperors each returned to their respective domains.

Raon had things to do, but he first stopped by the Annex Building to reassure Sylvia and her attendants.

“Raon.”
“Young Master!”

Sylvia and the attendants rushed out and surrounded Raon.

“So Derus Robert was truly vicious!”
“He was the one who brainwashed the children, wasn’t he?”
“That bastard! So filthy even trash would seem clean by comparison!”

The attendants displayed rare, deep anger.
Having cared for the brainwashed children directly, their sense of betrayal ran profound.

“Raon. I heard you exposed Derus Robert’s true identity….”

Sylvia examined my entire body, her brow furrowing with concern.

“Why would you do something so dangerous!”
“It was the only way.”

I touched my neck awkwardly and let out an uncomfortable laugh.
In the past, such worries would have been bothersome, but now they felt rather pleasant. I could listen to them all day.

“Yua, are you hurt anywhere?”
“Julius, you too!”

The attendants checked on Yua and Julius after me, their voices tinged with concern.

“We’re fine!”
“We didn’t do anything in particular.”

The two children nodded, confirming they had returned safely.

“Thank goodness everyone is safe.”

Sylvia released a relieved sigh and placed a hand over her heart.

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

She clapped her hands together loudly, clearly delighted that everyone had returned unharmed.

“Please wait just a moment.”

Helen smiled brightly and entered the Annex Building with the attendants to prepare dinner.

-Ooooh!

Wrath danced through the air like a serpent, his voice filled with excitement.

-A welcome ceremony for the True Demon King!

The creature laughed with unbridled joy, his demonic nature somehow radiating pure positivity.

“I need to visit the Main Mansion for a moment.”

Raon bowed slightly as he looked at Sylvia.

“Why the Main Mansion?”
“I have something to tell the Head of House.”
“Understood. Come back quickly.”

Sylvia waved her hand, urging him to go.

-But, dinner! We prepared it generously, so where are you going!

Wrath gazed anxiously at the chimney with smoke rising from it.

‘I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.’

I waved my hand and headed toward the Main Mansion. I walked down the familiar corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall and stood before the Audience Chamber.

“Raon?”

Roen’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected me to visit the Patriarch’s Hall immediately upon my return.

“I have something to tell the Head of House.”

I bowed to Roen and stated my business.

“He’s currently receiving a report….”
“Tell him to let me in.”

Glen’s voice came from inside the door, as if he’d been listening all along.

“He says you may enter.”

Roen chuckled and opened the door for me.

I took a short breath and entered the Audience Chamber.
Just as Roen had said, Chad was standing below the platform, apparently giving a report on recent events.

“I apologize for the intrusion when you must be tired.”

I stood in the center of the Audience Chamber and bowed.

“It’s fine.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, his gaze warm and settled as it had been on the coastal shore last night.
His demeanor suggested he would listen to whatever I had to say.

“The Head of House has granted me permission to enter the Chamber of Self.”

I looked up at Glen and continued.

“I wish to use that permission now.”

I bowed my head as I made the request. Glen’s eyes were gentle, and the atmosphere felt favorable enough that he seemed certain to grant it.

“That is not possible.”

But Glen shook his head firmly.

“Pardon…?”

My mouth fell open. The answer was entirely unexpected, and my mind couldn’t process how to respond.

“It is not a refusal without reason.”

Glen looked down at me and smacked his lips briefly.

“There is a guest in the Chamber of Self.”

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