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

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

Clank!

halves. One half flew through

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

on the

“…….”

walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated self.

over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt

did you do that?”

did he betray

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

to train, he might have become a

least, Ian was hopeful

answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it

smiled, staring blankly at

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed his collar.

“Riches and honor?”

people standing around

for those things? Every one of them might have been going through some kind of hardships.”

he was

expert at

time, Bartolt was going through a training session

not what I came to see here…..”

was at a crossroad.

of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be able to

had protected him once

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to be

there was something in his voice that made him

he would have

have even

in the hall

lost…..” “L-Let’s run

up and sighed.

have to do that.”

revealing his face, which was still

it was, the commotion in the

someone say, “the traitor”.

walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked his

“Stop, you traitor!”

when your

his left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

to the floor

who could use mana. And those

no one

leisurely walked by them and stood before

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

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