Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube

"Thud!"

This was the sound elicited when the tips of the attackers' footwear hit the ground as they descended from the sky.

They leapt down from the tops of buildings, and the moment they landed, they burst forth, rushing towards Reiger.

Magic Power fluctuated slightly around these individuals, as they drew out sharp swords one after another, aiming squarely at Reiger.

Reiger, held in Ian's arms, looked up only to see several faces half-covered by masks.

The attackers were cloaked with capes and wore iron masks that only revealed the nose and mouth, their eyes fixed intently on Reiger, filled with a murderous intent.

In such a situation, naturally, Ian would not allow them to get any closer.

"Haah!"

Ian set Reiger down, allowed him to stabilize, and with a flash, moved at an extraordinary speed, appearing instantly in front of the enemy, letting out a fierce shout.

The long sword swung, generating a round of magic oscillations that cut through the assassin charging at the forefront.

"Clang!"

The assassin, caught off-guard, raised his sword in an attempt to block, but ended up being sent flying along with his sword, creating a loud clash of metal.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

Ian continued to slash and fend off the assassins at a blinding speed, with overwhelming force.

Meanwhile, Ai En swung his great sword, creating a roaring wind that swept away incoming arrows, then he stomped on the ground, shattering it as he launched himself up to the roof of a building and vanished from sight.

"Splat!" "Splat!" "Splat!"...

The next second, bursts of blood sprayed within the buildings around, the gleam of the great sword wildly flashing amidst them. Shortly after, the rain of arrows ceased.

"Boom!"

Seeing this, Ian kicked an onrushing assassin away, his sword transforming into a continuous stream of sword light, drawing a flurry of blades and shadows as he clashed fiercely with the assassins.

The skills of these assassins were extremely formidable; they would be superhuman in Reiger's original world, but facing two beautiful swordswomen, they found themselves powerless and were quickly overwhelmed.

"Hmph!"

Such a scenario soon elicited a cold snort.

Another figure leapt from the rooftop of a building, stomping fiercely against the wall before landing, cracking it and shooting towards Ian like a bullet.

"—!?"

Ian's expression changed slightly, turning sharply, and without hesitation, he struck a flash-like blow towards the figure shooting from mid-air.

"Clang—!"

The two swords collided mid-air, sparking fiercely and generating a loud noise.

Repeating his move, Ian raised his foot to kick, but the assailant reacted faster, twisting in mid-air and spinning like a top, flying backwards.

"Who?"

Ian, holding his rapier with one hand and the sheath at his waist with the other, spoke in a crisp, cold voice.

The assailant merely watched Ian coldly, then suddenly dashed to the right, evading a heavy strike from behind.

"Boom!"

The blood-stained great sword fiercely cleaved into the ground, shattering the floor and kicking up significant dust.

Ai En, appearing behind the assailant at some point, showed no sign of frustration after missing his strike, but watched the evading assailant with sharp and piercing eyes.

"Tsk."

The assailant looked at Ai En and then back at Ian, finally clicking his tongue in astonishment.

"To think the guards by the target's side are two True Knights, no wonder no one else was brought along."

Unlike magicians, the level of a swordsman cannot be determined just by appearances.

The level of a magician is easy to ascertain: those who can use strategic-level Magic Power are strategic-level magicians, those who can use tactical-level Magic are tactical-level magicians, and all those who cannot use either are considered combat-level magicians, which is very straightforward and simple, without much fuss.

Although this ranking does not necessarily mean that a higher-level magician is more powerful, in single combat having strategic or tactical level Magic Power isn't very useful; it's more about the proficiency in combat-level Magic Power. Nevertheless, the ranks are clear and unquestionable.

Compared to magicians, swordsmen cannot be so straightforwardly assessed for their level and prowess; even someone who has practiced top-tier sword techniques, if not mastered well, might lose against an old swordsman who has practiced lower-level techniques for decades.

Thus, unlike magicians, swordsmen cannot easily identify each other's level and strength without fighting; without engaging in combat, no one knows how strong a swordsman really is.

For this reason, various countries across the continent of Akasha have established systems to measure the strength and level of swordsmen.

The so-called "True Knight" is a title born from this system.

When a swordsman possesses strength far beyond that of an average swordsman, they are awarded the True Knight Medal by the royalty or nobility of the land, as a mark of honor and capability.

Ordinary swordsmen at the national level are just soldiers, apprentice lower-grade swordsmen.

True Knights are different.

Every swordsman bestowed with the title "True Knight" is a fierce warrior capable of taking on a thousand adversaries alone.

This level of Swordsman could already be called powerful; they are the backbone of combat strength that both the royal family and the major nobles needed.

In the Kingdom of Genus, there was a regulation that anyone who received the True Knight Medal could join the Kingdom's Knights, become a Court Knight, and command an army unconditionally, as long as they wished.

The major nobles also welcomed those with the True Knight Medal with open arms, as the treatment of a True Knight who came to pledge loyalty could sometimes even surpass that of a seasoned Magician.

If a Magician could have a True Knight as an Attendant, that alone would become a topic of conversation and a demonstration of status. However, ordinary Magicians were not qualified to have a True Knight as their attendant, not even those skilled in Tactical Level Magic.

Yet, at this level of Swordsmen, there were now two present here.

It was Ai En and Ian.

Ai En and Ian, both were honored True Knights, having been awarded the True Knight Medal.

Both possessed fighting abilities to take on thousands, strong enough for Yuri to confidently entrust Reiger's safety to them.

Among Yuri's numerous attendants, aside from Marilyn, these two were the strongest.

Faced with such two powerful True Knights, the half-exposed face of the attacker seemed to twist somewhat.

It was only at this moment that Ai En and Ian could clearly see the opponent's appearance.

He was a stout man holding a broadsword, without a cloak but also wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face, making his features indistinct.

"Who are you?"

Ai En asked aggressively.

The stout man didn't answer the question, but instead turned his gaze, looked at Reiger standing coldly by the side, and then glanced at the cloaked Assassins around and said in a deep voice,

"You go kill the target."

With that, the stout man charged towards Ai En first.

Surprisingly, despite his bulky build, his speed was incredibly fast, like a chariot charging forward, stirring a howling breeze, making Ai En's eyes narrow sharply.

"Ian, protect Mr. Reiger."

Following this command, Ai En also charged fearlessly towards the enemy.

"Clang——!"

A fierce clashing of metal resounded the next moment.

Following that came numerous flashes of sword light colliding continuously, creating sparks and sounds of collision, dominating a corner of the dark alley.

Ai En and the stout man had clashed, and immediately, the battle heated up intensely.

Ai En swung his broadsword, easily pulling out streaks of sword light accompanied by booming sounds, aiming to cleave the stout man in half.

The stout man spun his broadsword, as if turning a windmill, using the thick blade to parry the relentless cleaves coming at him, causing the sword lights drawn by Ai En to dissipate around him.

Both shifted their positions while interweaving their motions, the aftermath of their battle even scraping marks on the walls and floor, occasionally crushing and breaking the ground, making a tremendously loud noise.

"Do the enemy leaders also have True Knights?"

While Ian had a grave expression, he didn't just stand there idly. Following Ai En's instructions, he rapidly stationed himself in front of Reiger to protect him.

The Assassins on the ground got up, and seeing this scene, plunged forward fearlessly like emotionless machines, surrounding Ian.

Ian tightened his grip on his rapier, indifferent, waiting for the Assassins to come closer, and when they did, he suddenly lashed out, raising his hand and thrusting countless flashes of cold light at them.

The Assassins, relentless and fearless, either used their swords to block, getting pushed back amidst clear clashing sounds, or couldn't react in time, getting their shoulders, flanks, thighs, and even jaws pierced by the rapier's tip, splashing out quite a bit of blood.

Yet they still charged relentlessly at Ian, ignoring their wounds, attacking him violently, and momentarily managing to entangle him.

This behavior actually moved Ian somewhat.

"Swoosh!"

Just then, a mystery arrow ripped through the air, heading straight for Reiger, positioned at the back.

"Damn!"

Upon hearing the sound, Ian's expression drastically changed. Without thinking, he turned and dashed towards Reiger.

"...!?"

Ai En, who was fiercely battling the stout man, also thought to back him up but was repelled by three consecutive heavy slashes from the broadsword, amidst a series of "clang clang clang" sounds.

The Assassins dashed straight at Ian again, entangling her and hindering her steps.

Thus, the arrow flew fiercely forward, its cold tip piercing towards Reiger's head.

Until... it was blocked by a bright silver short sword.

"Clang!"

A flash of silver light, amid a clear sound, deflected the incoming arrow.

Reiger stood still, holding the bright silver short sword, his body maintaining a position as if he had swiped to the side completely.

His expression remained calm throughout, his gaze as still as a deep well.

Immediately, everyone wore an astonished expression.