Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube

Capital City, Yalev.

When the Fransel family incident occurred, many noticed the commotion at their other residence.

However, before anyone could react and rush to the Fransel estate, a transparent barrier rose from the ground, enveloping the land around the estate.

"Barrier Magic?"

"It's a large-scale Tactical Level Magic barrier!"

"No good, such a high-level barrier can't be undone by anyone other than the court magicians specialized in Tactical Level Magic!"

"Who is it? Who would go as far as to send out a magician capable of Tactical Level Magic to deal with the Fransels?"

"Stop talking, just report this information quickly."

One after another, knights and scouts belonging to various major forces swiftly returned to relay the situation after a preliminary investigation of the Fransel estate.

The royal palace responded to this, with noble powers one after another becoming agitated, starting to make their moves in response to the incident.

For instance, the palace, upon receiving the news, immediately dispatched court magicians to dispel the barrier and provide rescue to the Fransel family.

Those on good terms with the Fransel family prepared to extend a helping hand for rescue, and some nobles, out of interest-based considerations, also sent support.

Of course, there were also nobles who silently observed from the sidelines, indifferent to the ordeal.

And before any forces had made their move, inside the barrier, a group of people had gathered together.

They were each in tattered clothes, some even gaunt with hunger, giving off the impression of refugees who were neither well-fed nor well-clothed.

These people shared one common feature; they all had collars with runes engraved on them around their necks.

They watched as the barrier rose behind them, confining them inside, some displaying looks of unease, others were visibly nervous, and some showed outright fear, yet none of them chose to run away.

"Has it begun?"

The person at the forefront murmured in a low voice, casting a sharp gaze aside.

There, two people appeared.

One looked like a sly merchant-style butler, while the other was a magician in a long robe.

"Are you ready?"

The merchant-style butler asked.

"I was ready long ago."

The sharply gazed leader snorted with disdain.

"Good." The merchant-style butler seemed unconcerned, even a bit smug, "If that's the case, you should depart immediately."

"That's possible." The sharply gazed leader stared tightly at the merchant butler, "But don't forget what you promised us."

"Of course." The merchant-style butler's grinned, "As long as this task is accomplished, the young master will annul the slavery contracts on you, abolish your status as slaves, and restore your freedom."

At these words, those ragged slaves, whether they were uneasy or filled with anxiety and fear, all showed a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Only the leader with the sharp gaze continued to coldly watch the merchant-style butler, fixing him with a stare until his smile turned stiff, before speaking out.

"I hope you keep your word."

After leaving these words behind, the person departed from here.

The direction he took was precisely where the Franzel family resided.

"Let's go!"

"We're going too!"

"For freedom!"

"All in!"

The other slaves also started to look ferocious and followed the man, heading towards the Franzel family's location.

Before long, the slaves at the scene were all gone, leaving only the scheming steward who looked like a merchant and the magician.

"Now everything is ready," the steward said with a relieved sigh as he turned around and bowed to the magician. "Thank you for your assistance this time. Without your Barrier Magic, once the Franzel family had trouble, all parties, led by the royal family, would surely get involved."

After all, it's only natural for the kingdom to have a strong reaction when a Strategic Level Magician is attacked.

Strategic Level Magicians are national treasures, embodying a nation's greatest deterrent and military force. The kingdom certainly wouldn't just watch a Strategic Level Magician being attacked.

Therefore, in taking action against the Franzel family, they were also taking a great risk. Without the help of this Tactical Level Magician in setting up the barrier, their well-laid plans would collapse in an instant.

In such a case, both emotionally and logically, the steward owed the magician thanks.

However—

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't lend a hand for the Basolo family's sake. The only reason I helped is that it's in the best interest of the Duke," the magician replied, looking at the steward with a hint of threat.

"There's only one chance like this. If you fail, we might also face that madwoman's retaliation. She made a scene at His Majesty's last night, resulting in all the royal children, including the Crown Prince, being confined. If she truly creates a ruckus, even the Duke might suffer a serious setback. So, you understand, right?"

Upon hearing this, the steward swallowed hard and quickly nodded, saying, "I understand, we definitely won't fail."

"I hope so."

After leaving these noncommittal words, the magician finally turned and left.

As the steward watched the magician disappear down the road, the obsequious smile on his face gradually vanished and he spit disdainfully on the ground.

"Just a Tactical Level Magician who has obtained the position of a Viscount. If it weren't for the Duke's backing, do you think you'd be able to strut around in front of the Basolo family? What a joke!" the steward thought, filled with disdain.

But it had to be said, with the help provided by this person, what the Basolo family needed to do could proceed much more smoothly.

That included the special artifact that could temporarily paralyze the Franzel family's magic defense system. Without it being brought by the other party, it wouldn't have been easy to take action against the Franzel family.

It just goes to show, those backed by the Duke can indeed casually produce such rare and valuable items—the so-called depth of royal and noble power is nothing short of formidable.

"Fortunately, the eldest young master also chose to ally with that person."

The steward felt both relieved and pleased.

"Next, it's time to cause a great commotion and, by the way, capture that lowlife who displeased the eldest young master."

No sooner had the steward finished speaking than a group of swordsmen wearing masks emerged from all directions, landing behind him.

"Go."

The butler issued the command.

"Bring Reiger Brillhaut back to the young master."

Upon hearing this order, a group of masked swordsmen silently dispersed and vanished from sight.

...

The magic defense system of the Fransel house had collapsed.

It was only a few minutes after a series of explosions that this fact was confirmed.

With the collapse of the magic defense system, the Fransel house had also lost its means of alarm and defense against external enemies, and suddenly fell into chaos.

This was especially true for the servants and maids, who had almost no combat power and were already panicking in the face of such sudden circumstances.

"Don't panic!"

Ian led a group of knights into the mansion, loudly issuing instructions.

"Everyone, follow the knights' directions and head to the basement for shelter!"

It was under Ian's guidance that the ordinary people in the mansion finally managed to avoid panic, following the knights to safety.

"Boom—!"

The sound of explosions continued outside, with the flames and black smoke growing increasingly intense and coming ever closer to the mansion.

Ian clenched the greatsword at his waist, restraining the impulse to rush out, focusing instead on guiding people safely within the estate.

As for the outside, he could only temporarily entrust it to Ian.

...

Meanwhile, Ian had also ascertained the cause of the explosions.

"Are they really alchemy magic-produced alchemical bombs?"

Ian looked at the pieces of alchemical bombs scattered around the destroyed wall, grinding his teeth.

There was no need to think about it; the Fransel house was under malicious attack from someone else.

The enemy had thrown alchemical bombs around the perimeter, and these magic crystals encoded with explosive magic were quite powerful. If there was a sufficient number, they could even match the destructive power of Tactical Level Magic.

The entire perimeter of the Fransel house had been planted with such a series of bombs, and they hadn't noticed the slightest?

It was an utter disgrace!

"It seems that the magic defense system has had issues for a while, but it hadn't completely collapsed until now."

Even if it hadn't completely collapsed, a malfunctioning magic defense system would still mean that the alert function could fail.

The enemies must have calculated this point exactly to be able to bury a large number of alchemical bombs so close to the Fransel house.

Thankfully, they didn't dare to bring alchemical bombs into the Fransel house itself, otherwise, who knows how many servants and maids would have died in the explosions.

Just as Ian was grateful for this, suddenly, a group of people burst out from around the corner.

"Stop!"

"Who are you?"

"Don't come closer!"

"Hold it!"

The knights spotted these people and loudly warned them.

Unfortunately, not only did those people not listen, but they also rushed over with fierce expressions on their faces.

The knights stepped forward one by one to intercept, but were met with attacks from the other side.

"Stop!"

Ian's hand went to his sword hilt, and he was just about to rush out when his expression changed and he turned around, drawing his sword to block.

"Clang!"

A heavy sword smashed heavily onto the sword Ian had raised, sparking friction.

"Oh? Did I pick a big fish?"

A swordsman with sharp eyes and tattered clothes revealed a cold smile.

"A slave?"

Ian saw the collar around the other man's neck and exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't call me a slave!"

The other man roared angrily, launching a frenzied attack on Ian.

...

The same scene was playing out in various corners of the Fransel house.

A large group of slaves seemed to appear out of nowhere, storming into the Fransel house and fighting fiercely with the knights and guards.

Reiger witnessed all this but could not intervene.

Because he had already left the courtyard and entered the mansion.

Through the window, Reiger saw the chaotic battle outside and continuously furrowed his brow.

"What are these people after?"

Reiger was puzzled.

The attack, though surprising to everyone, was something Reiger couldn't fathom the purpose of.

But—

"The target must be Yuri, right?"

Realizing this, Reiger had decisively entered the mansion, heading to the top floor to meet Yuri.

However, as he walked, Reiger stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, a group of people had appeared out of nowhere.