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

to stop Ian, now that

Clank!

into two halves. One half flew

handle, which was engraved under the

on the floor.

“…….”

slowly walked up to

“You’re still weak.”

blazing eyes pierced at Bartolt’s defeated

over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he intently

you

did he betray the

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

continued to train, he might have become a

was

aren’t you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t it obvious…..?”

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer,

“Riches and honor?”

voice was so low that the people standing around him

for those things? Every one of them might have been going through

like he was being decapitated.

was an expert at making someone feel helpless.

going through a training session in the

but I’m well off!” “Well, that’s not what I

at a

he be an enemy of the family of Duke

Empress had protected him once or twice before.

lucky, Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to be

was relaxed, there was something in his voice that made

Capital, he

he might have even defeated Ian

aristocrats in the hall gasped.

lost…..” “L-Let’s run away from here,

up

to

removing his hood and revealing his face, which was still painted

they realized who it was, the commotion

someone say, “the

walk towards the Empress and the

“Stop, you traitor!”

you do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t

left arm

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

out of his arm, choking

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

knights fell to the floor one

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

there was no one here who could

by them and

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

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