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.

Bartolt had made a surprise attack, he would

that he was

Clank!

Bartolt’s sword into two halves. One half flew through the air and fell on the floor

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

on the

“…….”

walked up to

“You’re still weak.”

at Bartolt’s defeated self.

over him as Ian leaned over

did you

he betray

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

continued to train, he might

least, Ian was hopeful of him.

me, Bartolt?”

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

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 them might have been going

like he was being decapitated.

was an expert at making someone

Bartolt was going through a training session in the Capital.

“Well, that’s not what

at a

he be an enemy of the family of Duke Ian

Empress had protected him

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to

there was something in his

time in the Capital, he would

he might have even defeated Ian as well.

aristocrats in the hall gasped.

run

up and sighed.

don’t have to do that.”

said, removing his hood and revealing his face, which

as they realized who it was, the commotion in the hall

say, “the

he started to walk towards the Empress and

“Stop, you traitor!”

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

his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm, choking the knights.

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the knights fell to the floor one after the

were the only ones among the humans who could use mana.

one here who

them and stood before the

Majesty the Crown Prince.

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