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.

Bartolt had made a surprise attack, he would have blocked it

stop Ian, now that he

Clank!

into two halves. One half flew

was engraved under the Imperial

down on the floor.

“…….”

slowly walked up to him.

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated

him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he

did you do

betray

for the knightship under the House

he might have become

least, Ian was hopeful

me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it

staring blankly

“Riches and honor.”

chuckled at the answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

people

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

like he was being

Ian was an expert at making

was going through a training

“Well, that’s not what I came to

was at a

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

him

Your chapter is yet to be

something in his voice

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

have even

the hall gasped.

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from

stood up and

to do

face, which was

realized who it was, the commotion in the hall

someone say, “the traitor”.

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

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord

held up his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the knights fell to the floor one after the other.

Swordmasters were the only ones among the humans who could use mana. And those who weren’t could

there was no one here who

them and stood before the royal members.

Highness the Empress, His Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive me for

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