Chapter 21

The knights under the Duke, who had been in the same league as Bartolt, got scattered across the empire because of his false charges.

Only a very prominent swordmaster would have managed to enter a higher order among the knights.

Ian gnashed his teeth.

Everyone was praising Bartolt, thinking he was some candidate for the highest position among the Swordmasters. But Ian knew he couldn’t be as good as him.

‘Hmm…but your face isn’t as bright as it should be.’

As soon as he fixed his sword, Ian ran towards Bartolt.

“?!”

Amazed, Bartolt quickly defended himself.

As the two swords clashed with each other, a loud ‘clanking’ sound was heard.

In an instant, Bartolt could sort out that his opponent wasn’t just a simple intruder.

Bartolt thought.
‘How can he be so strong to face my sword?’

He was one of the top eight candidates of the Swordmasters.

He was among the people who prosecuted Ian, and he was the one who stabbed him.

Bartolt felt a grudge at his opponent’s swordsmanship. His frighteningly fast sword could even cut the flesh in a flash.

What was more surprising was that the swordplay of this unidentified man was slightly similar to Bartolt’s.

It was similar enough to say that one of them had taught the other.

Ian’s blade heavily forced on Bartolt’s.

“Do you understand, Bartolt?”

It reminded him of the day.

Ian had demonstrated the same stance himself when he used to be in the knighthood under the Duke of Reinhardt.

“You should be able to feel the conception of a sword.”
“……”
“Focus and stretch towards this one point gently as if you’re drawing a straight line.”

He recalled it.

It was one of the stances he couldn’t learn even after repeating it thousands of times.

As the intruder advanced in the same manner as Ian, Bartolt avoided it by a single stroke.

His hood fluttered before his eyes. Only then did he realize.

The hooded intruder was…..

“…..Captain.”

He said through his disheveled breathing.

The housekeeper of the Reinhardt family, who had taught him sword art for years and was his master.

attack, he would

that he was

Clank!

sword into two halves. One half flew through the air and fell

which was engraved under the Imperial riches, kept glistening

on the floor.

“…….”

walked up to

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at Bartolt’s

him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before

did you do

he betray

for the knightship under the House of

train, he might

least, Ian was hopeful of him.

“Why aren’t you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it obvious…..?”

smiled, staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

low that the people standing around him

things? Every one of them might

felt like he was being

an expert at making someone feel helpless.

going through a training session in the Capital.

“Well, that’s not what I

was at a crossroad.

of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be

had protected him once or

chapter is yet to

Ian was relaxed, there was something in his voice

he would have been praised as a Swordmaster now.

even defeated

in the hall

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from here,

up and

don’t have to do that.”

and revealing his face, which was still painted with Laritte’s colors.

was,

say,

walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even stop me?’

his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the floor one after the

could use mana. And

no one here who

walked by them and stood before

greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown Prince.

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