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.

had made a surprise attack, he would have

one to stop Ian, now that

Clank!

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

golden handle, which was engraved under the Imperial

on

“…….”

walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

blazing eyes pierced at Bartolt’s

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

did you

betray the Duke?

the House of Reinhardt who was

he might have

Ian was

aren’t you answering me,

blankly

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

voice was so low that the people standing

and colleagues for those things? Every one of them might have been going through

he was being

at

was going through a training session in the Capital.

not what I

was at a crossroad.

of the family of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would he be able to survive now?

him once or twice

Your chapter is yet

in his voice that made him feel numb.

spent more time in the Capital, he would

he might have even

in the hall

run away

up and sighed.

don’t have to

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

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

heard someone say,

the Empress and the Crown Prince,

“Stop, you traitor!”

do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even

held up his left

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

out of his arm, choking the

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one

only ones among the humans who could use mana.

moment, there was no one here who could

by them and stood before the

my greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown

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