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

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

Clank!

broke Bartolt’s sword into two halves. One half flew through the air and fell

the

collapsed down on the floor.

“…….”

walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

blazing eyes pierced at Bartolt’s

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned over

you do

he betray the Duke?

was a candidate for the knightship under the House

to train, he might

was

answering me,

blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

lightly chuckled at the answer, then grabbed his collar.

“Riches and honor?”

voice was so low that the people standing around him

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

felt like he was

at

time, Bartolt was going through a training session in the Capital.

“Well, that’s not

at a

an enemy of the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt?

him once

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to

was something in his voice that made

had spent more time in the Capital, he

might have even defeated Ian as well.

aristocrats in the hall

“L-Let’s run away from here,

stood up and

to do that.”

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

soon as they realized who it was, the commotion in the hall grew larger.

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

and the Crown Prince, knights blocked

“Stop, you traitor!”

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

held up his left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of mana spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

to the

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

no one here

them and stood

Empress, His Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive

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