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.

attack,

to stop Ian, now that he was fully recovered from his

Clank!

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

handle, which was engraved under the Imperial riches, kept glistening in Bartolt’s

on the

“…….”

walked up

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated

fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt

did you do that?”

did he betray the Duke?

under the House of Reinhardt who

had continued to train, he might have become a

least, Ian was

you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t

staring blankly

“Riches and honor.”

answer, then

“Riches and honor?”

so low that the people standing around him couldn’t

for those things? Every one of them might have

he was

expert at making

through a training session in

“Well, that’s not what I came

was at

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

protected him once or twice

is

something in his voice that made him

he would have been praised as a Swordmaster now.

have even defeated Ian as well.

in the hall gasped.

Bartolt lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from

up

to

face, which was still painted with Laritte’s colors.

realized who it was, the

say, “the

the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked his

“Stop, you traitor!”

What will you do to me when

his left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of mana spurted out of his arm, choking the knights.

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

to the floor one after

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

moment, there was no one here who

them and stood

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

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