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

was no one to stop Ian, now that he was fully recovered from his condition.

Clank!

into two halves. One half flew through the air and

was engraved under the Imperial riches,

collapsed down on the

“…….”

walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

at Bartolt’s defeated

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he

did you do

he betray the

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

had continued to train, he might have become

least, Ian was hopeful of

answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it

staring blankly

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer, then grabbed

“Riches and honor?”

the people standing

betrayed your own master and colleagues for those things? Every one of

like he was

Ian was an expert at making someone feel helpless.

through a

not

at

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

had protected him

chapter is yet to be

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

Capital, he

have even defeated Ian as

aristocrats in the

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

up and sighed.

have to do that.”

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

as they realized who it was, the commotion in the

someone say,

to walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked his

“Stop, you traitor!”

when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even stop

held up his left arm as

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one after the

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

one here who could

leisurely walked by them and

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

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