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

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

Clank!

sword into two halves. One half flew through the air

was engraved under the Imperial riches,

down on the

“…….”

slowly walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

at Bartolt’s defeated

as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he

did you

did he betray the Duke?

the knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised by

to train, he might have

least, Ian was hopeful

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

blankly

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed

“Riches and honor?”

was so low that the people

and colleagues for those things? Every one

he was

Ian was an expert at making

going through a

not what I came

at a crossroad.

the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be able

him once or

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet

something in his voice

he would

have even defeated

aristocrats in the

“L-Let’s run away

stood up and

don’t have to

his hood and revealing his face, which was still painted with Laritte’s colors.

was,

someone say, “the traitor”.

towards the Empress and the Crown

“Stop, you traitor!”

do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even stop me?’

his left arm as

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm, choking the

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the

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

moment, there was no one here

and stood

Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown

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