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

Ian, now that he

Clank!

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

under the Imperial

collapsed down on

“…….”

slowly walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated self.

shadow fell over him as Ian leaned

you

he betray the Duke?

House of Reinhardt who was raised by Ian himself.

he had continued to train, he might

was

you answering me, Bartolt?”

smiled, staring blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer,

“Riches and honor?”

the people

for those things? Every one of them might have been going through some kind of hardships.”

felt like he

expert at making someone feel helpless.

through a training session in

not what

at a

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

had protected him

Bartolt. Your chapter is yet

relaxed, there was something in his voice that made

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

even defeated Ian as well.

the hall gasped.

“L-Let’s run away

stood up and sighed.

to do that.”

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

it was,

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

and

“Stop, you traitor!”

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

up his left

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

mana spurted out of his arm, choking the knights.

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the floor one after

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

there was no one here who could

by them and stood before the royal members.

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

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