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.

Bartolt had made a surprise attack, he would have blocked it

that

Clank!

into two halves. One half flew through the air and fell on the floor lifelessly.

the Imperial riches, kept glistening in Bartolt’s hand.

down on the

“…….”

slowly walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned

did you

he betray

House of Reinhardt who was raised

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

least, Ian was

aren’t you answering me, Bartolt?”

blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

was so low that the people

master and colleagues for those things? Every one

like he

an expert at

Bartolt was going through a training session in

well off!” “Well, that’s not what I came to see

was at

of the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he

had protected him once or

chapter is yet to

Ian was relaxed, there was something in his voice that made him

more time in the Capital, he would have

he might have even defeated Ian as

aristocrats in the hall

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

up

don’t have to do that.”

hood and revealing his face, which

it was, the commotion in the

someone say, “the traitor”.

Empress and the

“Stop, you traitor!”

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

up his left

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

out of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one after the other.

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

moment, there was no one here who could match

by them and

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

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