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.

a surprise attack, he would have blocked it gracefully.

stop Ian, now that he was

Clank!

two halves. One half flew through the air and fell on the

engraved under the Imperial riches, kept glistening in Bartolt’s hand.

collapsed down on the

“…….”

walked up

“You’re still weak.”

eyes pierced at

Ian leaned over Bartolt before he

you do

did he betray the

House of Reinhardt who was raised by Ian himself.

train, he might have

Ian was hopeful of him.

“Why aren’t you answering me,

blankly at the

“Riches and honor.”

the answer, then

“Riches and honor?”

the people standing

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

he was being

an expert at

through a

that’s not what I came to

was at a

enemy of the family of Duke Ian

him

Bartolt. Your chapter is yet

was relaxed, there was something in his voice that made him feel

Bartolt had spent more time in the Capital, he would have been praised as a Swordmaster

even defeated Ian as well.

in the hall gasped.

“L-Let’s run away

up

to do that.”

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

realized who it was, the

someone say, “the traitor”.

the Empress and the Crown Prince, knights blocked his

“Stop, you traitor!”

will you do to me when your Lord Bartolt couldn’t

up his left arm as he said,

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

out of his arm, choking the

“Urgh….”
“Cough, cough!”

the knights fell to the floor one after the

only ones among the humans who could use

moment, there was no one here who could

walked by them and

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

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