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.

made a surprise attack, he would have blocked it

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

Clank!

half flew through the air and

was engraved under the Imperial riches, kept glistening

down on the

“…….”

walked up

“You’re still weak.”

blazing eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated

leaned over

you do that?”

he betray

House of Reinhardt who was raised by

train, he

Ian was

aren’t you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it

blankly at

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer, then grabbed his collar.

“Riches and honor?”

low that the people standing around him couldn’t

colleagues for those things? Every one of them might have been going through some kind of

like he

an expert at

Bartolt was going through

that’s not what I came to see

was at a crossroad.

of the family of Duke

had protected him once or twice before.

Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to

in

Bartolt had spent more time in the Capital, he would have been praised as a

he might have even defeated Ian

the

“L-Let’s run away from

stood up

have to do that.”

his face, which was still painted

they realized who it was, the commotion in the

heard someone say, “the

started to walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked

“Stop, you traitor!”

me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even stop

up his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the floor

were the only ones among the humans who could use mana. And those who weren’t could only suffer under its effects.

there was no one

by them and stood before the royal members.

Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive me for

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