Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube-Chapter 1467 - 1031: The Fool’s Discontent

Inside the venue, including Melo who had just spoken, everyone gazed at Yarad with eyes that seemed somewhat cold, even hostile.

No way around it.

Orus is a city of the Libion Duchy, this is the territory of the Libion Duchy, while Reiger and his companions are noble guests from afar, possessing far more prestigious statuses than the Libion Duchy could compare to.

This small city’s fortune in welcoming Reiger and his entourage is like an auspicious sign from their ancestors’ graves.

Reiger and the others were indeed received by the Libion Duchy represented by Yarad and stayed in the accommodations arranged by them.

And what happened?

They were attacked on the premises, which was problematic enough, but the battle was fought so intensely, with such an astonishing commotion, yet the Libion Duchy’s army only arrived now?

This can no longer be brushed aside with a simple "arriving late."

"Commander Keset, I now seriously doubt whether your Libion Duchy truly values the safety of the Master, and I seriously doubt your country’s capabilities." Melo stepped forward assertively, saying, "Tonight, His Excellency encountered danger here, even the Holy Sword was almost snatched away by abyssal followers; if His Excellency hadn’t turned the tide, your Libion Duchy would have been the culprit!"

"This responsibility, I believe, cannot be shirked by you!"

Upon hearing this, Yarad’s hand unconsciously clenched.

"We did arrive somewhat late." Yarad said in a deep voice, "But the estate’s vigilance and guards were handed over to the two by the requests of His Highness and Holiness, or else..."

"Or else what?" Melo mercilessly interrupted Yarad, staring at him, "You mean that if your country’s guards were in charge, they could have repelled the scoundrels tonight and made them pay?"

"...I wouldn’t dare."

"Do you not dare to think that way, or do you not dare to say it?"

"...Naturally, I don’t dare to think that way."

"Well, that’s very reassuring." Melo sneered, "Given your performance of arriving so late in such circumstances, if you still boasted shamelessly that your capabilities rival or even surpass the Empire’s most elite units and the Church’s clergy corps, I’d really question whether the Libion Duchy has lost its mind, unable to recognize its own reality."

Yarad’s hand clenched even tighter.

Watching him like this, no one present showed sympathy or pity.

Indeed, the security at the accommodations was replaced by the Empire’s knight corps and the clergy corps after they took residence, but such a severe attack occurred here, the battle was significantly loud, and went on for quite some time, from the beginning, the attackers were masses of infected individuals from Orus, and their numbers were substantial.

So many infected individuals launched attacks from every corner of Orus, yet Orus was completely unaware, did nothing in response; this goes beyond being slow—it’s dereliction.

Furthermore, this fierce battle affected the entire estate and even the surrounding areas turning them into rubble, yet the Libion Duchy’s army managed to arrive so late; are they deaf or blind?

No matter how slow, they should have arrived during the battle and assisted Reiger and the others. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After all, Reiger and his companions were attacked on the Libion Duchy’s territory, yet the Libion Duchy people reacted so slowly to the situation; this responsibility is indefensible.

Fortunately, Reiger and the Holy Sword were unharmed, otherwise, Libion Duchy would definitely be held accountable internationally by all countries, forces, and even races, and ultimately face fragmentation.

This is a lapse, a negligence, and an abdication of responsibility.

Melo was incensed, thus speaking so aggressively and without leniency.

"...I’m very sorry."

With no way to counter this, Yarad could only bow his head and deeply apologize.

However, Melo did not intend to let it go.

"This matter, I will truthfully report back home, letting my father know." Melo said coldly, "In the meantime, your country should consider how to deal with the delegation the Empire sends."

Yarad’s face suddenly changed.

Beside him, Naisa also spoke indifferently.

"The Church will likewise send an inquisition to your country soon; hopefully by then your country can provide a satisfactory excuse to the Holy Sword Church."

Such a statement from Naisa is indeed very heavy.

Yarad’s face changed repeatedly, trying to say something, yet unable to articulate anything, his face flushed exceedingly red.

"...We will."

In the end, Yarad could only give such a difficult reply, signifying the Libion Duchy’s commitment to bear the responsibility for this incident.

Reiger, disinterestedly observing the entire process, finally spoke.

"This place is uninhabitable; let’s return to Sphinx."

Upon hearing Reiger’s words, Naisa, Melo, and the others’ expressions shifted from icy coldness to respect.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Only then did everyone follow Reiger out of there.

Even the knight corps and clergy corps that were extinguishing fires took along their injured personnel and departed together.

Only Yarad remained, standing amidst the ruins, watching the still raging inferno with an exceedingly grim expression.

"Commander, what should we do?"

At this point, an adjutant cautiously stepped forward, quietly inquiring.

"...Leave some people here to clean up after the event, extinguish the fire completely, and the rest return the way you came."

Yarad spoke coldly with a displeased expression.

"Yes."

The adjutant seemed to receive a great pardon and hurriedly left to pass down the orders.

Yarad continued with a stern face, walking slowly through the ruins.

In a situation where no one was noticing, he arrived at a corner of the ruins and took out a communication crystal.

"This is not what you promised beforehand."

Yarad spoke with a bit of a gritted tone.

The communication crystal in his hand flickered slightly a few times, then unexpectedly emitted a voice.

"The plan was perfect, we were so close to success."

This voice, if Reiger and the others were present, they would certainly be able to recognize its owner, wouldn’t they?

Because the voice’s owner was present not long ago.

It was none other than the Dark.

"Close to success?" Yarad forced down his anger and said, "Isn’t that still a failure?"

"There’s nothing we can do." The voice of the Dark also seemed very suppressed, saying, "Who could have thought that the Master chosen by Holy Sword Marfa would have such strength upon first arrival?"

"Even that one suffered at his hands, losing a hand, this kind of thing, even those Saints couldn’t achieve."

"Yet he managed to do it, and without using the power of the Holy Sword."

"This savior likely has Saint-class power, possibly even more."

Upon hearing this, Yarad’s expression changed again.

"You say that young lad has Saint-class power?" Yarad perhaps didn’t realize his tone was filled with envy, causing him to say, "How is that possible? He’s still so young..."

"Young?" The Dark sneered, "You must know, Yarad Keset, that youth is never something that can limit those true geniuses."

"The current Pope and the Empire’s Crown Princess are similarly young, just like that savior, yet aren’t they already on the same level as you, all at the so-called Amber rank among humanity?"

"Were they the same age as you, with their talents, they might very well have become Saints."

"Unlike you and me, seemingly just a step away from that realm, yet this step, as that savior would say, is actually limitless..."

This seemed to mock Yarad, yet also seemed to mock itself, causing Yarad’s face to twist.

He was truly envious and resentful.

Why has he diligently worked for so many years, yet cannot take the final step to become a Saint?

Why can others casually step into his realm, even reach heights he cannot attain?

People often say he, Yarad Keset, is the one closest to the Saint realm in Libion Duchy, the person most likely to become a Saint.

Only he himself knows how far he is from the realm of Saints.

Just like the Dark said, seemingly just a step away from this realm, yet, in reality, the distance is infinite."

His potential has been exhausted, and no matter what, he cannot take another step forward, not even half a step, forever trapped at his current level, unable to breakthrough throughout his life."

Otherwise, with all the methods he’s tried, with all the training he’s done, how could he have not made any progress at all?

Even a tiny, slight progress wouldn’t leave Yarad as desperate as he is now."

And those people then?

Each one so young, yet they’ve all reached his current level, and that so-called savior has even stepped into the realm of the Saints before him."

Why?

Why are they so favored, yet he is not?

Thinking of this, Yarad was almost driven to lose his sanity out of unwillingness and resentment.

"Anyway, I don’t care." Yarad followed the bitterness and desire in his heart and said to the Dark, "According to the initial agreement, when you deal with the Master’s Saints, I will facilitate things so that no one can interfere with you."

"I’ve even revealed the design of the guest house and the opponent’s secret deployments to you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to so easily breakthrough the Empire and Church’s defenses, invade the estate, and send assassins into the mansion."

"I’ve done my part, now you must give me the agreed-upon reward."

"Help me...break through to become a Saint!"

This is why Yarad came so late, and why the Dark Relief Center’s operation was able to proceed so smoothly in reality.

He was originally connected to the Dark Relief Center.

Or rather, in collaboration with them.