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27.53% Looking Forward to Another World / Chapter 95: Ambush

章節 95: Ambush

The Basolo family's affairs didn't cause much of a stir in the royal market.

In this exclusive market open to nobles and wealthy merchants, spending extravagantly was nothing out of the ordinary. The real attention-grabbing events, however, usually occurred only during the monthly auctions.

That was the battlefield where nobles, wealthy merchants, and various powerful forces fought tooth and nail, and it was there that truly great acts could capture the spotlight.

Although Archie and his friends were unhappy with the domineering behavior of the Basolo family, they couldn't afford to provoke them and had to swallow their frustrations this time.

Riezel, on the other hand, returned empty-handed, failing to obtain the desired swordsmanship.

Meanwhile, Carrera and Sylvanie, the only girls within the group, returned almost loaded with goods. As soon as they left the royal market, their bodyguards swiftly loaded all their purchases onto the carriage. Anyone unaware might have thought they were wholesale merchants stocking up.

The entire group's gathering came to an end just like that.

"I'll head back first." Riezel said calmly to the group.

"So soon?" Archie hastily tried to persuade him. "Not staying for the second half?"

"No, it's about time." Riezel shook his head. "I'm currently living under someone else's roof, so it's not good to stay out too late."

His reasoning left Archie, who had wanted to persuade him to stay longer, with no choice but to give up.

What could he say when Riezel brought up Yuri?

Archie couldn't provoke Riezel's rebellious temperament with statements like 'don't be such a killjoy' or 'men need freedom' like he used to. Times had changed; he couldn't stimulate Riezel's rebellious nature with those words anymore.

"Alright..." Archie said with regret. "Let's find another opportunity to get together next time then."

"Sure." Riezel nodded faintly, then turned away without any lingering sentiment and walked toward the exit.

There, a carriage arranged by the Frenzel family had already been brought over by the coachman.

Riezel entered the carriage, followed by Ain and Ian, who walked in without looking back, not sparing a glance at Archie's group.

Before long, the carriage departed, leaving the group of eight standing silently. They watched as the carriage adorned with the Frenzel family crest faded into the distance, seemingly caught in a mix of emotions.

"We're leaving too." Carrera finally spoke, still holding Sylvanie's hand.

"Oh..." Archie didn't try to keep her and just looked disinterested. "Careful on the road."

Carrera pursed her lips, neither confirming nor denying. She just intended to leave with Sylvanie as soon as possible.

However, before departing, Carrera uttered a sentence.

"I advise you not to scheme against him. He's different from before, no longer the naive country boy easily swayed by your tricks."

"...I don't know what you're talking about." Archie smiled slightly. "Riezel is my good friend. Why would I trick him?"

"If that's how you want to put it, then consider it that way." Carrera looked meaningfully at him. "I'm just reminding you based on our long-standing friendship. Whether you choose to listen is up to you."

After saying that, she was silent for a while before sighing.

"I have a feeling that the severe injury over a month ago truly transformed Riezel."

Leaving behind that contemplative remark, Carrera, along with the silently pondering Sylvanie, walked toward their carriage and left.

"..."

Archie, with a stern face, stared at Carrera's departing carriage, remaining speechless for a long time.

Watching Archie like this, the four tall, short, fat, and skinny youths dared not even breathe loudly.

Only Senna could gather the courage to ask Archie.

"Weren't you supposed to get Riezel to introduce you to Marquis Frenzel? Why haven't you spoken up?" Senna asked doubtfully.

"Are you dumb?" Archie retorted coldly. "Lost contact for over a month, and the moment we meet, I want him to help introduce me to her. If you were in his shoes, how would you feel?"

Needless to say, suspicions would arise, questioning if Archie deliberately arranged this meeting for that purpose.

Hearing the reason, Senna instantly fell silent.

"We can't rush this..." Archie said with a calm demeanor. "Carrera is right; Riezel has indeed changed. If we still treat him like the old him, we might end up in trouble."

Hence, he suppressed his inner impulse and refrained from being too hasty.

"Let's give it some time and invite him out more often during this stretch. Once he lets his guard down, we can bring up this topic." Archie suggested in a calm tone.

He had that amount of patience and waiting.

"Following your lead." Senna nodded.

Little did Archie and Senna know that there wouldn't be a next time.

===

"After going back, inform the servants that any letters or meeting requests from Archie and his people are to be declined." Riezel calmly spoke while gazing at the scenery outside from inside the carriage.

Ain and Ian both looked puzzled.

"Is that okay?" Ian questioned. "Aren't they your friends, Mr. Riezel?"

"They need to truly consider me a friend for that to happen." Riezel retorted without hesitation. "After meeting them, you'll also probably understand. Except for Carrera and Sylvanie, the rest have their own agenda."

The way Archie and his group acted was close to outright telling Riezel that they were in cahoots.

Whether it was Senna or the four tall, short, fat, and skinny youths, they had likely all been recruited by Archie and were now under his control.

Though the Rhein family's second son appeared to spend his days fooling around, he was secretly building his own influence and accumulating connections.

His group was the fruit of his efforts.

Riezel had reason to suspect that the Lahm family, to which Senna belonged, as well as the families behind the four tall, short, fat, and skinny youths, had already been won over by Archie and had become his supporters, much like Riezel himself, who was also recruited and chosen for his innate talent to become a future Tactical-Class Magician.

However, Carrera and Sylvanie's positions were a bit delicate.

Sylvanie seemed to leave the decision to Carrera without any notable actions. Carrera, on the other hand, had a somewhat estranged relationship with Archie, appearing to be part of the group but keeping a certain distance.

Unlike the others, Carrera wasn't as harmonious with Archie.

All of those were things the original Riezel hadn't discovered. Riezel only grasped their personalities and attitudes after this meeting.

After understanding them, he made a decisive decision—these people weren't worth befriending.

"From now on, it would be better not to meet them ever again." Riezel decided firmly.

"A wise choice." Ain agreed with a nonchalant expression. Without a doubt, she had also formed a negative impression of Archie and his group after observing them.

"Yes, it's for the best." Ian said, looking thoughtful. "At least, this way, the Lady won't be involved."

However, as Riezel was about to respond, he suddenly froze.

""Hmm?""

Ain and Ian looked at silent Riezel, puzzled, but shortly afterward, they seemed to notice something and began to squint their eyes.

In the perception of the three, the carriage that had been running steadily suddenly came to a halt.

All around, for some unknown reason, it became eerily silent. There were no more voices except for the coachman who had jumped off the carriage, frantically preparing to run away.

"Halt!" Ain shouted coldly, swiftly leaping out of the carriage with a swoosh, catching the coachman who was about to run away.

The coachman was instantly frightened and screamed loudly.

"It's not my fault! Those guys threatened me to bring the carriage here! I had no choice!"

The coachman's scream prompted Riezel and Ian to step down from the carriage. Riezel remained calmly composed, while Ian's face turned serious, gripping her sword tightly.

The three surveyed the area and realized they were in a secluded dark alley, surrounded by buildings, only a couple of narrow alleys led elsewhere.

The stone brick pavement underfoot was spacious enough to easily accommodate the luxurious carriage of the Frenzel family, resembling a small square.

Ain threw off the yelling coachman and positioned herself in front of Riezel. Ian did the same, standing side by side with Ain, her sharp gaze focused ahead.

"Come out!" Ain exclaimed coldly.

"..."

Silence surrounded them; no one responded.

However, Riezel knew those people had arrived—the people who had caused severe injuries to the original Riezel and the reason for his transmigration.

*Whoosh—*

Suddenly, a faint sky-splitting sound emerged.

*Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!*

In the next moment, countless sky-splitting sounds echoed successively. Arrows tore through the sky, shooting from above the buildings in all directions.

Riezel, Ain, and Ian were instantly surrounded by a rain of arrows, with no way up or down.

Fortunately, the two female knights were already prepared.

"Quick, take cover!"

Ian embraced Riezel, and with a swift step, turned into a blur, flying away to avoid the incoming arrows.

*Scwing!*

Ain drew her longsword from her waist and swept it horizontally to deflect the incoming arrows.

*Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!*

In the open space of the dark alley, the sound of arrows piercing the stone brick ground continued, turning the area into a battlefield filled with arrows.

*Swoosh!* *Swoosh!* *Swoosh!*

At the same time, several figures leaped down from the tops of the buildings and landed on the ground.


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章節 96: Sword Master

*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

Multiple stepping sounds erupted as the heels of the attackers landed, descending from the sky.

Upon landing, they swiftly glided toward Riezel's direction.

Magical energy fluctuated subtly in their bodies, and one by one, unsheathed their swords, aiming directly at him.

Riezel, held by Ian, looked up and saw faces adorned with half masks. These masked attackers were cloaked, wearing iron masks that covered only their noses and mouths, their eyes fixed on him with murderous intent.

In such a situation, Ian wouldn't allow them to approach any further.

After releasing Riezel, she made a swift move and instantly appeared in front of the attackers, almost like teleportation.

"HAAAHHH!" Ian shouted and swung her sword, creating a ripple of magical energy, slashing through the frontmost attacker.

*Clang!*

The attacker hastily raised their sword, intending to parry, but was sent flying along with their weapon, creating a resonant clash of metal.

*Whoosh—*

Ian swiftly moved, slashing and repelling each attacker, displaying unmatched power.

On the other side, Ain swung her sword fiercely, creating a roaring wind that deflected incoming arrows. In the next moment, with a stomp on the ground that shattered the ground, she soared onto the roof of a building, disappearing from sight.

*Pu-chi!* *Pu-chi!* *Pu-chi!* *Pu-chi!*

The next instant, blood splattered atop the surrounding buildings, the glistening light of a sword flickering in the midst of it.

Soon, the rain of arrows finally ceased.

*BOOM!*

Seeing this, Ian kicked away an attacker charging at her. Wanting to finish them as soon as possible, her sword transformed into continuous flashes of light, creating a spectacle of swordplay as she slashed every attacker in front of her.

Undoubtedly, these attackers were highly skilled, almost superhuman by Riezel's previous life's standards. However, facing the two swordswomen as graceful as flowers, they had no chance, instantly crumbling before their prowess.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort of a man suddenly resounded.

A tall figure leaped from the rooftop of a building, but before landing, he forcefully kicked the wall of a building, causing it to crack open. His body transformed into a bullet, heading straight toward Ian.

"—?!"

Sensing danger, Ian's expression changed slightly. She abruptly turned and, without hesitation, used a quick slash to emit a flash-like strike toward the newcomer.

*DING!*

The two swords clashed in mid-air, sparking intense sparks and a loud noise.

Ian attempted to kick, but the newly arrived attacker's reaction was faster. In mid-air, his waist twisted, body spiraled like a top, flying toward the rear.

"Who?" Ian asked coldly as she held her slender sword in one hand, pointing horizontally, while the other hand gripped a scabbard at her waist.

Not answering, the attacker coldly eyed Ian and abruptly dodged to the right, evading a heavy strike from behind.

*BOOM!*

A large blood-stained longsword, resembling a greatsword, fiercely cleaved into the ground, shattering the floor and raising a cloud of dust.

Ain appeared behind the attacker at some point, but unfortunately, her attack didn't land. However, there was no trace of disappointment on her face as she coldly watched the attacker evade her attack; her eyes were sharp with determination.

"Tsk." The attacker clicked his tongue as he glanced at Ain, then at Ian, left speechless. "The two bodyguards by the target's side are unexpectedly two Sword Masters. No wonder there are no others around."

Unlike magicians, the level of swordsmen couldn't be easily confirmed by appearance. The levels of magicians could be distinguished quite easily, but swordsmen were different. Even those who practiced special swordsmanship could lose to someone who had spent a dozen or more years on elementary swordsmanship if their abilities were lacking.

As a result, swordsmen were not like magicians; their level and strength couldn't be easily discerned. However, to address this, each country on the Akasha continent had established systems to measure the strength and level of swordsmen.

The title of 'Sword Master' was born out of this.

When a swordsman possessed strength far beyond the average, they would be awarded the so-called 'Sword Master Medal' by the royal family or local nobles, signifying honor and ability.

Ordinary swordsmen were considered soldiers, merely lower-level novices.

However, Sword Masters were different.

Jinas had regulations that anyone receiving the Sword Master Medal could, if willing, join the kingdom's knightly order and become a court knight, leading a group of knights. Major nobles also welcomed Sword Masters, and their loyalty was highly valued. Sometimes, their treatment even surpassed that of highly skilled magicians.

Yet now, two swordsmen of Sword Master caliber existed in the same place, at the same time.

Yes, Ain and Ian were Sword Masters who had received the Sword Master Medal.

With combat abilities equivalent to facing a thousand opponents, their strength was enough to make Yuri entrust Riezel's safety to them without worry. Among her many attendants, Marilyn excluded, these two were the strongest.

Faced with two powerful Sword Masters, the lower half of the attacker's face, covered by an iron mask, seemed to contort.

It was only at this moment that Ain and Ian got a clear look at each other's appearance.

This newly arrived attacker was a burly man, wielding a wide-bladed sword, with no cloak on his body, but still wearing the same mask as the other attackers, covering the lower half of his face.

"Who are you?" Ain asked, sounding overbearing.

The burly man didn't answer, only turned his gaze toward Riezel, who was watching coldly from the side, then glanced at his people in cloaks all around, speaking in a low voice.

"Go kill the target."

After saying that, the burly man rushed toward Ain.

Unexpectedly, despite his thick and strong body, he moved surprisingly fast, like a charging tank or war chariot, creating a whistling sound of strong winds, blurring Ain's eyes.

"Ian, protect Mr. Riezel."

Leaving those words behind, Ain also charged toward the burly man, not willing to show weakness.

*Clang!*

The intense metal collision sound echoed in the next moment.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!*

Following it were innumerable sword lights, colliding with each other, creating sparks and bursts of collision sounds, occupying a corner of the dark alley.

Ain and the burly man engaged in a heated battle as soon as they clashed.

Ain swung her longsword fiercely, effortlessly producing streaks of sword light with explosive sounds, aiming to cut the burly man in half.

The burly man rotated his wide-bladed sword like a windmill, using heavy sword edge flicks to counter each of her attacks, and dissipated the sword light unleashed by her.

They moved and clashed relentlessly, leaving marks on the ground and walls around them.

'Is this man also a Sword Master?'

Seeing the battle of the two, Ian looked dignified, not standing still but following Ain's instructions, swiftly moving to protect Riezel.

The other attackers, crawling up from the ground, showed no fear even when their conditions were already miserable. Like emotionless machines, they advanced instead of retreating, surrounding Ian.

Ian tightened the slender sword in her hand, unaffected, waiting for them to approach. Only when they came close did she launch an attack, sending out countless cold sword lights to pierce them.

However, these attackers were clearly fearless.

Some blocked her attacks with their swords and were forced to retreat by the crisp collision sounds. Others didn't react in time, receiving cuts on their shoulders, sides, thighs, and even their jaws, blood spraying. Yet, they continued to relentlessly charge at her, ignoring their injuries and attacking her like machines, overwhelming her in no time.

Their reckless display truly surprised Ian.

*Whoosh!*

Suddenly, an arrow flew from somewhere, aiming straight from Riezel's behind.

"NO!" Ian, hearing the whistling sound of the arrow, abruptly changed her expression and without hesitation, turned and rushed toward Riezel.

"Damn it!" Ain, who was locked in a fierce battle with the burly man, wanted to provide support but was forced back by the wide-bladed sword's three consecutive strikes, making her retreat.

The attackers once again swarmed Ian, hindering her movements.

Without anyone interfering, the arrow violently shot toward Riezel without hindrance, its icy arrowhead aimed toward his head.

Unfortunately—

*Clang!*

It was intercepted by a bright silver short sword.

In a flash of silver light, with a crisp sound, the incoming arrow was deflected effortlessly.

Riezel stood still, unmoving.

With the bright silver short sword gripped in his hand, his body maintained a posture as if he had just casually swung it to the side.

His expression stayed calm, his gaze composed.

At that moment, everyone froze and wore expressions of shock.


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