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

that he

Clank!

flew through the air and fell on the floor lifelessly.

the Imperial riches,

down on

“…….”

up

“You’re still weak.”

at Bartolt’s

fell over him as Ian leaned over Bartolt before he intently inquiried.

you

he betray the Duke?

the knightship under the House of Reinhardt who was raised

he might have become a

Ian was hopeful

you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t

smiled, staring blankly

“Riches and honor.”

at the answer, then grabbed his

“Riches and honor?”

the people standing around him couldn’t hear him.

those things? Every one of them might have

felt like he was

expert at making someone

time, Bartolt was going through

that’s not

was at a

of Duke Ian Reinhardt? Would

him

is yet to be

in his voice that made him feel numb.

more time in the Capital, he would have been praised as

even defeated Ian as well.

the hall

run away from here,

stood up and sighed.

to

his face, which was

as they realized who it was, the commotion in the hall grew larger.

someone say, “the traitor”.

started to walk towards the Empress and the Crown Prince,

“Stop, you traitor!”

to me when your Lord Bartolt

left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

of his arm,

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

to the floor one after the

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

moment, there was no one here who could match

walked by them and stood

Majesty

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