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 would have blocked it gracefully.

that he was fully recovered

Clank!

half flew through the air and fell on the floor lifelessly.

handle, which was engraved under the Imperial riches,

on

“…….”

walked up to

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at Bartolt’s

him as Ian leaned over Bartolt

you do that?”

he betray

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

continued to train, he might

Ian was

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

staring blankly

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

the people standing around him couldn’t

one of them might have been going

like he was being

expert at

Bartolt was going through a training session in the Capital.

well off!” “Well, that’s not what I

at a

Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would

protected him once or twice

is

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

had spent more time in the Capital, he would have been praised as a Swordmaster now.

even defeated Ian as

the

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

stood up and sighed.

have to do

hood and revealing his face, which was still painted with

they realized who it was,

heard someone say, “the

walk towards the Empress and the Crown

“Stop, you traitor!”

when your Lord Bartolt

held up his left arm

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of his arm, choking the knights.

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the floor

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

moment, there was no one here who could match

by them and stood before the

His Majesty the Crown

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