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, he

that he was fully recovered from his

Clank!

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

golden handle, which was engraved under the Imperial riches, kept glistening in

down on the

“…….”

up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at Bartolt’s

over him as Ian leaned

you do that?”

did he betray the Duke?

the House of Reinhardt who was raised

to train, he might have become

was hopeful

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

staring blankly at

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer,

“Riches and honor?”

the people standing around him couldn’t hear

betrayed your own master and colleagues for those things? Every one of

felt like he was being

expert at

was going through a training session in the

I’m well off!” “Well, that’s not what

at a

the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he

Empress had protected him once

is yet to

relaxed, there was something in his voice

more time in the Capital, he

have even defeated

the hall

“L-Let’s run away from here,

stood up and sighed.

to do

his hood and revealing his face, which

they realized who it was, the commotion in the hall grew larger.

say, “the

he started to walk towards the Empress and the

“Stop, you traitor!”

do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even

held up his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one after the other.

who could use mana.

no one

and stood before the royal members.

greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty

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