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.

had made a surprise attack, he would have blocked it gracefully.

was no one to stop Ian, now that he was fully recovered from his condition.

Clank!

halves. One half flew through the air and fell on the floor lifelessly.

which was engraved under the

on the

“…….”

walked up

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he intently

you do

did he betray the

knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised by

train, he might have become a

was

me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it obvious…..?”

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

lightly chuckled at the answer,

“Riches and honor?”

low that the people standing around him couldn’t

master and colleagues for those things? Every one

felt like he

an expert at making

going through

“Well, that’s not what I came

at a crossroad.

of the family of Duke

protected him once or twice

is yet to

there was something in his voice that made him feel

more time in the Capital, he

even defeated Ian

aristocrats in the hall

“L-Let’s run away from here,

stood up and sighed.

have to do that.”

his hood and revealing his face, which was still painted with

who it was, the

say, “the traitor”.

Empress and the Crown Prince, knights

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even

held up his left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the floor one

the humans who could use mana. And those who weren’t could only suffer under

this moment, there was no one here who

walked by them and stood before

Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive me for the

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