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.

made a surprise attack, he would have blocked

now that he was fully

Clank!

halves. One half flew through the air and fell

under the Imperial riches, kept glistening

collapsed down on the

“…….”

slowly walked up

“You’re still weak.”

pierced at Bartolt’s

leaned over Bartolt before

you do that?”

he betray the Duke?

House of Reinhardt who was raised by

to train, he might

least, Ian was

me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it obvious…..?”

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

the answer,

“Riches and honor?”

people standing

Every one

he was being

an expert at making

going through a training

not what

was at a crossroad.

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

protected him

chapter is yet

was something in his

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

he might have even defeated Ian as well.

aristocrats in the

run away from

up and sighed.

have to do

revealing his face, which was still

as they realized who it was, the commotion in

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

towards the Empress and the Crown

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord Bartolt

left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one

could use mana. And those who weren’t could only suffer under its effects.

there was no one here who could match Ian.

and stood before the royal

His Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive me for

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