TRAIGS (Novel) Chapter 741

C741

Thud! Raon dropped the box of bead ice cream he was holding on his lap to the floor.

-Ugh! There were still three left, what are you doing?!

Wrath waved 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 up and pick up the bead ice cream. If it's 3 seconds, it will be covered in dust!

"No..."

Raon swallowed as he looked at Wrath's flushed cheeks.

"There's a trumpet that summons the apocalypse, why are you so calm about it?"

Even if this demon king was a glutton, Raon thought that he could at least distinguish between public and private matters. It was so out of place to see him only worried about the ice cream when there was a trumpet that could bring about the end of the world.

-Fool! Do you think the end of the world can be summoned just because you want it to?

Wrath snorted as he looked up.

"What do you mean by that?"

-First, pick up the bead ice cream!

"Hmm..."

Raon frowned, but he picked up the box of bead ice cream 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 okay if we clean the dust before eating! Wrath mumbled some unknown rule as he sighed in relief.

-Do you really think it's possible for the world to end just by blowing a trumpet?

"Well..."

-Correct. It makes no 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's not just one trumpet.

Wrath lightly touched his head as if telling Raon to remember.

"Three?"

Raon swallowed. The fire trumpets tied to Uriel's waist were not 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. It's necessary to undo several locks.

"Locks?"

-The seals of the trumpets called apocalypse must be released, and the Archangels must complete a resolution prayer.

Wrath shook his head, saying the resolution prayer 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.

"So, 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 meteors will fall, enveloped in flames.

"Hailstone enveloped in fire?"

Raon let out a hollow laugh, incredulous.

"Isn't that already at the level of an apocalypse?"

If hailstones the size of small meteors fell from the first trumpet, he couldn't even imagine what would come next.

-When the second trumpet is blown, underwater volcanoes will erupt, causing the sea to dry up and marine life to begin to perish en masse.

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

"And what about the last one?"

-Finally, when the seventh trumpet is blown, a dragon will descend.

"Dragon? You mean those lizards?"

-A true dragon, different from those lizards.

His voice sank deep.

"Has this dragon ever appeared in this world before?"

-Yes.

"Then..."

-That's all this king can say.

Wrath shook his head, not so much because he didn't want to talk, but because he had nothing more to say.

"Hmm..."

Raon licked his lips as he looked at Wrath's furrowed brow. Seeing that the chatterbox was closing 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 looked up as he played with the box of bead ice cream.

"Uriel had three trumpets, right? What's up with that?"

Wrath had said that each Archangel had one trumpet, but there were three tied to Uriel's waist.

-This king doesn't know either.

Wrath shook his head.

-They could be fake, or he could have taken them from other Archangels.

He closed his eyes halfway, also bewildered. Crunch. Raon gritted his teeth, pressing his fingers.

"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 some 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 about 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, no need to worry yet.

Wrath waved his hand as if to reassure him.

-Uriel hasn't broken the seal of the trumpets yet, nor has he made his resolution.

He nodded his chin, saying he didn't mention it on purpose because there wasn't much to worry about.

-First, let's eat the remaining bead ice cream...

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

-Hey, where are you going?

"I have to tell him."

Ignoring Wrath's attempts to stop him, Raon ran towards the conference room.

-That's why this king wanted to finish eating before talking.

"With this, all the prepared agenda points have been concluded."

Roseline, the leader of the Black Market, smiled slightly 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."

"Y-yeah me too..."

Larian collapsed on the round table, her tongue hanging 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 have to work with me next month, so get ready."

Chamber frowned at Larian, staring at her.

"Ugh, save me..."

Larian lowered her gaze, her shoulders slumped.

"Still, it's fortunate that the meeting ended on a positive note."

King Lecross smiled as he put down the documents.

"It's unfortunate that we lost Derus, but we should be able to achieve the rest as planned."

"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 wrinkles..."

Just as she was about to get 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 kicking down the door like that?"

Roenn blinked blankly, and Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as if she didn't believe it.

"I apologize for the sudden intrusion."

"Raon?"

Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the panting Raon.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I haven't had a chance to tell you."

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

"Go ahead, 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 exactly what Uriel looked like.

"Those fire trumpets..."

Raon recounted to everyone present the story he had heard from Wrath.

"The trumpets of the apocalypse...?"

"Are you saying those things really exist? That goes beyond the concept of artifacts!"

"Even if it's the leader of the Light Wind division who says it, it's hard to believe..."

The leaders of the neutral factions swallowed, unable to believe it.

"Y-I've seen it."

Larian raised her trembling hand.

"It was in an ancient book of unknown age. It said that when the winged humans blow seven trumpets, destruction will come."

She shuddered, saying she never expected to hear directly about the passage she had read without thinking much of it.

"I-so it's really true?"

"This is crazy..."

"The end of the world just by blowing trumpets..."

"Aren't they demons instead of angels?"

People's lips trembled, seemingly terrified by Larian's testimony.

"Well, that's..."

"Something like that couldn't happen easily."

As Raon was about to explain again, Glenn shook his head calmly.

"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 were also subject to 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 must be clarified. And it won't be just one or two."

She played with her fingers, saying it would clearly take a lot of time and power.

"Also, the fact that the book the Master of the Magic Tower 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 look.

"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 that call the end or demon kings who descend, our task remains unchanged."

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

"Derus's core and the Five Demons can't move for a while. Increase your strength before they come out again. Both individual power and the power of our factions!"

He emphasized the need to strengthen themselves, making eye contact with each faction leader in turn.

"Please leave the information gathering and searching 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 strengthen their determination.

"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 at 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 ruthless man!"

"Was it also his doing, brainwashing the children?"

"That bastard! He's so dirty that even trash would feel 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 such a dangerous task?!"

"It was the only way."

Raon rubbed his neck and smiled awkwardly. In the past, those concerns would have been annoying, but now he felt quite good about it. He could listen to them all 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 really didn't do anything."

The two children bowed their heads, saying they had returned safe and sound.

"I'm glad you're all safe."

Sylvia sighed in relief, smoothing her chest.

"When we heard you were coming back, we prepared a very luxurious dinner for tonight. You can look forward to it."

She clapped loudly, seemingly happy 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 smiled broadly, thinking too positively for a demon king.

"I'll be back from the main building shortly."

Raon bowed slightly as he looked at Sylvia.

"Why the main building?"

"I have something to tell the Head of House."

"Hmm, alright. Come back soon."

Sylvia waved her hand, telling him to go and come back.

-F-food. They said they prepared a hearty meal, where are you going?

Wrath looked at the smoky fireplace with eager eyes.

"I'll be back soon. Don't worry."

Raon waved his hand and headed towards the main building. He walked down the now familiar hallway of the Lord's Mansion and stood in front of the audience chamber.

"Lord Raon?"

Roenn's eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn't expected Raon to arrive at the Lord's Mansion right after returning.

"I have something to tell the Head of House."

Raon bowed his head to Roenn, indicating 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 deep breath and entered the audience chamber. As Roenn had said, Chad was standing below the platform, apparently reporting on recent events.

"I apologize for interrupting you when you must be tired."

Raon stood in the center of the audience chamber and bowed his head.

"It's alright."

Glenn waved his hand slightly as if it didn't matter. His eyes were warmly calm, as if continuing from the night before on the coast. It was an atmosphere where he seemed willing to listen to anything.

"Head of House, you gave me permission to enter the Hall of Self."

Raon looked at Glenn as he continued speaking.

"I would like to use that entry pass now."

He bowed his head as he made his request. Glenn's eyes were kind, and the atmosphere wasn't bad, so it seemed he would definitely agree.

"It's not possible."

But Glenn shook his head firmly.

"Excuse me...?"

Raon's jaw dropped. The answer was so unexpected that he didn't know how to react.

"I'm not saying no without reason."

Glenn looked at Raon, briefly licking his lips.

"There's a guest in the Hall of Self." 

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