Chapter 102: Invasion

Chapter 102: Invasion Royal Capital, Yeluvia. When the Frenzel family encountered trouble, many people noticed the commotion happening at the Frenzel residence. However, before anyone could react, as they rushed toward the Frenzel residence, an invisible barrier rose from the ground, enveloping the land near the residence. "Barrier magic?" "Is it a tactical-class barrier?" "No, this level of barrier magic can only be solved by Tactical-Class Magicians in the court." "Who is it? Who sent Tactical-Class Magicians to deal with the Frenzel family?" "Enough chatter, report the news quickly!" Knights and scouts from various forces, after a preliminary investigation of the situation at the Frenzel residence, returned one after another to report. The royal family reacted swiftly, while the nobles were stirred into action, each addressing the situation in their own way. For instance, the royal family, upon receiving the news, immediately dispatched court magicians to destroy the barrier magic and rescue the Frenzel family. Those with friendly ties to the Frenzel family also prepared to lend a hand, while some nobles, driven by self-interest, also sent assistance. Of course, some people observed silently from the shadows, indifferent to the situation. Meanwhile, inside the barrier, a group of people gathered. They were all ragged, some even appearing skinny, giving the impression of refugees struggling with hunger and cold. A common feature among them was a collar around their necks engraved with a rune. They watched as the barrier rose behind them, enclosing them inside. Some showed worry, others looked anxious, and some displayed outright fear, yet not one chose to escape. "Is it starting?" The leader of the group, a sharp-eyed man, murmured quietly, casting a sharp gaze toward the side. There, appeared two figures. One was a steward with a cunning appearance, while the other was a magician draped in a long robe. "Are you ready?" The steward asked, wearing a sly expression. "We've been ready for a while." The sharp-eyed leader coldly snorted. "That's good..." The steward seemed unconcerned, even saying somewhat proudly. "In that case, set off immediately." "I know..." The sharp-eyed leader stared intently at the steward. "But don't forget what you promised us." "Of course." The steward grinned. "As long as this plan succeeds, my young master will release you from the slavery contract, abolish your status as a slave, and grant you freedom." Upon hearing that, the other ragged slaves, regardless of whether they wore uneasy or fearful expressions, all had a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Only the sharp-eyed leader continued to look at the steward with cold disdain. "Hope you guys can deliver on your promises." Leaving those words behind, the sharp-eyed leader departed in a particular direction, precisely toward the Frenzel mansion. "Let's go!" "We're coming too!" "For freedom!" "Let's do it!" The other slaves, one after another, started to show determination, following the sharp-eyed leader, and heading toward the direction of the mansion. As for the outside, it had to be temporarily entrusted to Ian. === On the other side, Ian had now discovered the cause of the explosion. "An alchemical bomb made by alchemy magic? Seriously?" Ian gritted her teeth as she stared at the fragments of alchemical bombs scattered around the corner of the destroyed wall. There was no need to think twice; they had fallen victim to a hostile attack and not because of an accident. Someone had put alchemical bombs in the vicinity, explosives imbued with the power of the explosion system magic. With enough quantity, they could even rival the destructive power of tactical-class magic. The fact that a batch of these bombs had been buried all around the residence without them noticing was nothing short of disgrace! "It seems the magic defense system has been malfunctioning for a while, only fully collapsing just now..." Ian muttered as she watched her surroundings. Even if it hadn't fully collapsed, a malfunction in the magic defense system would disrupt the alarm functions. The culprit had probably calculated this, allowing them to plant a large number of alchemical bombs so close to the mansion without being noticed. Fortunately, they didn't dare bring the alchemical bombs inside the mansion. Otherwise, countless servants would have perished in the explosion. Just as Ian was grateful for this, suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the surroundings. "Hold it!" "Who are you people?" "Don't come any closer!" "Halt!" The knights spotted this group of people and loudly warned them. Unfortunately, not only did these people not listen, but they also viciously aggressively charged forward. One by one, the knights stepped forward to intercept, only to be met with their attacks. "Halt!" Ian placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, about to rush out, but her expression soon changed. She quickly turned around, drawing her sword to block a sudden attack. *DING!* A heavy sword struck heavily against her raised sword, sparking friction. "Oh? Have we caught a big fish?" A sharp-eyed swordsman, clad in tattered attire, remarked with a sneer. "A slave?" Ian noticed the collar around the swordsman's neck and spoke in surprise. "Don't call me slave!" The sharp-eyed swordsman roared in anger and launched a fierce attack against Ian like a madman. === The same scene unfolded in various corners of the Frenzel residence. A large group of slaves seemed to emerge from nowhere, storming into the residence, and fighting with knights and guards. Riezel, with furrowed eyebrows, observed the chaotic battle outside through the mansion window. 'What are these people plotting?' He was somewhat uncertain. While the sudden invasion surprised everyone, he couldn't fathom its significance. 'Their target must be Yuri, right?' Without delay, Riezel headed decisively to the top floor of the mansion to meet Yuri. However, after just walking several steps, he abruptly halted. Ahead, a group of masked people suddenly appeared, blocking his path.