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 blocked

no one to stop Ian, now that he was fully recovered from his condition.

Clank!

sword into two halves. One half flew through the air

under the Imperial riches, kept glistening

collapsed down on the floor.

“…….”

slowly walked up

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at

as Ian leaned over Bartolt before

did you do that?”

he betray the

knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised

train, he might have become

was hopeful

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

smiled, staring blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

answer, then grabbed

“Riches and honor?”

that the people standing around him couldn’t hear

your own master and colleagues for those things? Every one of them might have been going

felt like he was being

at making someone feel helpless.

this time, Bartolt was going through a training session in

that’s not what I came to see

at a

enemy of the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be able

him

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to be closed.”

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

he would have

even defeated Ian

the hall

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from here,

up and sighed.

to

face, which was still painted with Laritte’s

was, the commotion in the hall grew larger.

someone say,

Empress and the Crown Prince,

“Stop, you traitor!”

me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even

his left arm

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of mana spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

knights fell to the floor

who could use mana. And those who weren’t could

there was no one here who could match

them and stood before the

the Empress, His Majesty the

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