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

one to stop Ian, now that

Clank!

sword into two halves. One half flew through the air and fell on the floor lifelessly.

which was engraved under the

on the floor.

“…….”

up to

“You’re still weak.”

blazing eyes pierced at Bartolt’s

fell over him as Ian leaned

did you do

he betray the Duke?

House of

to train, he might have become a

Ian was hopeful of him.

“Why aren’t you answering me, Bartolt?” “Isn’t

staring blankly at the floor.

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then grabbed

“Riches and honor?”

the people

master and colleagues for those things? Every one of them might have

felt like he was

Ian was an expert at making someone feel

this time, Bartolt was going through a training session in

that’s not what

was at a

an enemy of the family of Duke Ian

Empress had protected him once

Bartolt. Your chapter is yet to be

relaxed, there was something in his voice that

he would

might have even defeated Ian

the hall

“L-Let’s run

stood up and sighed.

to do

said, removing his hood and revealing his face,

was, the commotion in

heard someone say, “the traitor”.

he started to walk towards the Empress and the Crown

“Stop, you traitor!”

do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t even

held up his left arm as he

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

spurted out of his arm, choking the knights.

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

fell to the

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

was no one here who

leisurely walked by them and

Highness the Empress, His Majesty the

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