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, he would have blocked

now that he was fully recovered from

Clank!

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

the Imperial riches, kept

on the

“…….”

up to

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at Bartolt’s

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned over

you do

betray

knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised by Ian

to train, he might have become a Swordmaster.

Ian was hopeful of

me,

blankly

“Riches and honor.”

lightly chuckled at the answer, then

“Riches and honor?”

that the people standing around him

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

felt like he was being decapitated.

at making

going through a training session

not what I came

at a crossroad.

of the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be able to survive now?

him

chapter is

relaxed, there was something in his voice that made

spent more time in the Capital, he would have been praised as a Swordmaster now.

he might have even defeated Ian as well.

in the hall

run away from here,

stood up

have to do that.”

removing his hood and revealing his face, which was

as they realized who it was, the commotion in the

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

Empress and

“Stop, you traitor!”

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

up his left arm as

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of mana spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

to the floor one after the other.

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

there was no one here who

them and

my greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty

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