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.

a surprise attack,

no one to stop Ian, now that he was

Clank!

Ian broke Bartolt’s sword into two halves. One half flew through

the Imperial riches, kept glistening in

on the

“…….”

up to

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at Bartolt’s

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he

did you

he betray

knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised by Ian himself.

he had continued to train, he might have become a Swordmaster.

least, Ian was hopeful of him.

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

staring blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed his collar.

“Riches and honor?”

was so low that the people standing around

Every one of them might have been going through some kind of

he was

was an expert at making

Bartolt was going through a training session

that’s not what I came to see here…..”

at a crossroad.

family of Duke Ian Reinhardt?

Empress had protected him

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is

in his voice that

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

even defeated Ian

the hall gasped.

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from

up and sighed.

to do that.”

and revealing his face, which was still

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

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord

held up his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the

among the humans who could use mana. And those who

no one here who could

leisurely walked by them and stood before the royal members.

greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty

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