Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube

"We won!"

In a corner of the VIP seating, a little one cheered ecstatically.

This person was none other than Isu.

Not just Isu, but Mitis was also present. The siblings were huddled together in the corner of the VIP seating, unnoticed by anyone, yet they witnessed the entire process of both battles.

Initially, when Marilyn lost to Safaz, the siblings were somewhat worried that Yuri might lose. However, Yuri reassured them in the most direct way that their worry was unnecessary.

The sister, almost single-handedly crushing Eredman, defeating Mitis and Isu's father!

This did not sadden the siblings; rather, it made them overjoyed.

"Indeed, Sister Yuri is the strongest. Neither big brother nor father can match up to Sister Yuri!" Isu exclaimed. "This is the person I want to become! I really want to become a great Magician like Sister Yuri!"

Mitis didn't speak, but the look in her eyes as she watched Yuri's retreating silhouette from the training ground was filled with admiration and aspiration.

To the relatively young Mitis and Isu, Yuri, who could confront and defeat their formidable father, was the most admirable figure.

Now that Yuri had won, the siblings felt nothing but joy.

Besides, the siblings knew what promise Eredman would have to keep once Yuri won.

If that meant their mother and second sister could come home, allowing for a family reunion, that would be the best outcome.

"The final match is coming up next."

Mitis murmured, a hint of something unusual flashing in her eyes.

"It's that despicable guy who's up next, isn't it?" Isu's face fell, and he became clearly unhappy, saying, "He better not mess this up."

"He won't," Mitis shook her head and said. "Reiger is a Tactical Level Magician. He should not lose to those Attendants and Knights under father's command."

"Who knows?" Isu huffed, saying, "Without being able to use Tactical Level Magic, who knows if that guy can win?"

At Isu's words, Mitis also frowned deeply.

Besides Mitis, many others in the audience guessed who would come up next.

"The next to take the stage should be Reiger Brillhaut, right?"

A noble young man from the capital showed a mix of anticipation and scrutiny.

"It must be him," an Attendant replied. "Although Lord Franzel's command includes two full-fledged Knights, the one likely to be his showpiece and sent to the field would probably only be that Tactical Level Magician."

Everyone thus believed that Yuri would not send Ai En and Ian as the final trump cards.

This was the last duel, a contest that would decide the final victor of the war festival. In such a crucial match, the Lord Franzel would not likely send two female servants who were weaker than herself and her maid.

If so, the one to appear last had to be that enigmatic Tactical Level Magician.

"Could it be that Reiger Brillhaut's combat-level Magic is better than Yuri Franzel's, which is why she saved him for the last match?"

"If that's the case, then Reiger Brillhaut's value might be greater than we imagined."

"Let's keep watching. If he truly is strong, we should recruit him at all costs."

Many in the crowd with ulterior motives harbored such plans, ready to assess Reiger's capabilities precisely.

The noble young man included.

Unaware of all this, Reiger, along with Marilyn, Ai En, and Ian, welcomed the victoriously returning Yuri.

"Beautifully won, Miss,"

"I didn't expect the young mistress to be so proficient with her battle-level magic."

Ai En and Ian were still somewhat surprised, apparently not expecting Yuri to easily defeat Eredman.

Marilyn, however, remained calm, evidently having anticipated this; among those present, probably only this personal attendant knew the true extent of Yuri's combat capabilities.

As for Reiger, although he hadn't seen Yuri showcase her strength, he too had confidence in her.

The outcome was as expected, Yuri won.

"Congratulations."

Reiger offered his brief congratulations.

Yuri gave a slight smile, then quickly composed herself again.

"It's your turn next."

Yuri looked straight at Reiger.

Reiger didn't verbally respond, merely offering a calm smile, saying everything without words.

The next battle would be with that swordsman, right?

Thinking of the unusual feeling the other gave him, Reiger's expression began to fluctuate.

...

The scene shifts over to Eredman's camp.

When Eredman returned with his less-than-pleasant demeanor and expression, everyone fell silent.

"Ah, I didn't expect him to actually lose."

Only Safaz spoke, seemingly indifferent to the matter.

"Yuri, that girl, has it only been two years since she became a tactical-level magician, yet she already possesses such combat power?"

Safaz's gaze shifted towards Yuri, his expression deep.

This sister of his was indeed a rare super-genius seen once in a century; perhaps in some time, even giving his all might not be enough to match her.

"Truly terrifying."

Safaz murmured, his intentions unclear.

Eredman paid him no mind.

He was in no mood to deal with Safaz at the moment.

Having lost, and so disgracefully at that, troubled Eredman deeply, but more than that, he was more concerned about the outcome of the last match yet to come.

"Gil Datis."

Eredman turned his gaze to the male swordsman who had been close by lately and called his name.

"..."

The swordsman—Gil Datis, did not speak, only raised his head, his eyes were closed, but it seemed he was "looking" at Eredman.

"Do you have confidence in winning?"

Eredman asked gravely.

"The only people Yuri hasn't played yet are Ai En and Ian; it's unlikely she will send them. Your opponent is likely to be Reiger Brillhaut. Do you have the confidence to defeat him?"

To be honest, Eredman was very uncertain.

It was primarily Yuri Franzel's decision to keep Reiger in the last battle. Eredman had always felt that the boy might be more capable than he had imagined, definitely not easy to deal with.

In contrast to Gil Datis, Eredman originally had a lot of confidence in him, otherwise, he wouldn't have placed him in the last fight.

But, if you were to ask how well Eredman knew Gil, that would be hard to say.

Eredman had only encountered Gil not long before.

At that time, Gil was surrounded by a group of demons, alone and under attack by a large group of demons.

Demons here refer to those creatures with Magic Power, like human swordsmen, who have honed their bodies far beyond ordinary animals and, like magicians, can wield supernatural powers.

They were originally just ordinary animals, but due to their inherently greater Magic Power, these demons gradually evolved distinct bodies and abilities in the wild and, through continuous breeding, formed tribes in every corner of the world.

The most talked-about demon is the legendary dragon, known as the King of Demons, capable of breathing fire and instantly destroying a city with its terrible power.

Four hundred years ago, the Dragon Sword Saint created the Holy Dragon Sword Skill based on his research on dragons, becoming the strongest Sword Saint at the time.

The creatures Gil encountered in the wild couldn't possibly be dragons but rather a pack of wolves as large as elephants.

Among those wolves was a wolf king whose strength Eredman observed could probably rival that of a true Swordsman.

Yet, such a group of demons was slain in the blink of an eye by the Swordsman before him, who had not even opened his eyes.

Eredman was amazed and, without thinking, immediately extended an olive branch to him, planning to take him as an Attendant.

Unfortunately, Gil did not immediately agree.

"I'll follow you for a while and see,"

That was all Gil said at the time.

Eredman thought he meant to see if he was worthy of his loyalty, so he happily agreed, took him home, and was constantly with him to show his importance to him.

It was not until today that Eredman had him fight, presiding over the final battle.

Therefore, Eredman was not sure whether Gil could defeat Reiger or not.

But, as Eredman was thinking this, Gil suddenly asked,

"Do you know what color his blood is?"

This unexpected question, this inexplicable utterance, made Eredman freeze on the spot.

"What?"

Eredman didn't catch on.

Gil ignored him.

"I'm a bit curious."

Muttering to himself, Gil stepped forward and walked onto the field.

"What does he mean?"

Eredman furrowed his brow, confused.

Only Safaz, watching Gil's departure, was lost in thought.

...

"The battle of the Swordsmen has ended, and the battle of the Magicians has ended, the two previous battles are over."

"Both sides have one win and one loss each, this final battle will directly determine who is the ultimate winner."

"Please welcome the last person from both sides to the stage."

The announcer's voice caused the countless spectators in the stands to burst into loud cheers.

The battle festival had reached its climax, they were exhilarated, and immensely anticipated the upcoming battle.

In such circumstances, both Reiger and Gil made their entrances.

The two stood a distance apart and then fell into an indescribable silence.

"————"

The entire audience was affected and quieted down.

Until a second later...

"Begin!"

The announcer's loud proclamation was followed by one man vanishing from the field.

It was Gil.

"Swish!"

Gil, with astonishing speed, instantly rushed towards Reiger, eliminating the distance between them.

In his hand, a sharp long blade, somehow drawn, was slicing through the air towards Reiger's neck.

That one slice was fast as lightning.

That one slice was filled with murderous intent.

No one could react in time.

No one could understand what had just happened.

The blinded Swordsman had suddenly erupted, targeting Reiger's vital points, his move was a kill shot!

Yes!

He intended to kill Reiger!

However——

"Clang——!"

Amidst the scattering sparks, Gil's lethal slice was deflected.

It was intercepted by a bright silver short sword, deflecting it upwards.

"...!?"

Gil's expression suddenly changed.

Before him, Reiger was holding a bright silver short sword, his eyes emitting a cold chill as he looked at Gil.

"You want to kill me?"

Before Gil could respond to that question, Reiger countered without hesitation.

"Spurt!"

The bright silver short sword swiftly slashed across Gil's chest, causing blood to spatter.

Gil collapsed in front of Reiger, his body smeared with blood.

In the arena, silence prevailed.