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.

surprise attack, he would have

one to stop Ian, now that

Clank!

One half flew through

under the Imperial riches, kept glistening

collapsed down on the

“…….”

walked up

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at

leaned over Bartolt before he intently inquiried.

you do

betray the

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

he had continued to train, he might have become a

Ian was

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

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then

“Riches and honor?”

so low that the people

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

like he was being

expert at making someone feel

time, Bartolt was going through a

I’m well off!” “Well, that’s not what I came to see here…..”

at

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

had protected him once

chapter is yet to be

something in his voice that made him

Capital, he would have been praised as a Swordmaster now.

he might have even defeated Ian as

in the hall

run away from

stood up and sighed.

to

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

it was, the commotion in

say, “the traitor”.

to walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince,

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even stop

left

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

knights fell to the floor one after the

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

one here who

walked by them and stood before the royal

accept my greetings, Her Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive me for

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