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

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

Clank!

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

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

down on the floor.

“…….”

slowly walked up to

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at

fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he intently inquiried.

you do that?”

did he betray

a candidate for the knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised

he might

was hopeful of

you answering me,

blankly at

“Riches and honor.”

chuckled at the answer, then grabbed his collar.

“Riches and honor?”

people standing

one

he was being

Ian was an expert at making someone feel

through a

“Well, that’s not what I

at a crossroad.

be an enemy of the family of Duke

him once or twice before.

chapter is yet to

in his voice

had spent more time in the Capital, he would have

have even defeated Ian as

in the hall

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from here,

stood up and

have to do

hood and revealing his face, which was still

realized who it was, the

heard someone say,

he started to walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked his path.

“Stop, you traitor!”

you do to me when your Lord

his left arm as

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of mana spurted out of his arm, choking the

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one after the

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

moment, there was no one

walked by them and stood before the royal members.

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

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