Albrecht's Chronicles

“Attack first. ”

Randolph says, Karfen looks fat and wields his attacking sword in midair.

“You got it?"

Randolph quickly presses down on the opposing Pokémon's sword without wielding his sword, smiling in vain. I was just going to overwhelm him with strength.

Unexpectedly, Karfen pushes Randolph's blade to the side and tries to stick it up his throat.

Randolph shudders in fury, nearly rolling to his side and stumbling.

Karfen looks at the stumbling Randolph.

“Kid, you can't take care of someone yet. ”

There is no need for many skilled people, but even if you exchange just a few things, you can estimate how much each other is.

Randolph notices that the opposing Pokémon are not well, and fixes their posture with trembling eyes.

Senior drivers who were watching, including Albrecht, were also surprised. Despite pushing the blade, the blade aiming at Randolph's neck is accurate and stable. He was clearly talented.

Everyone went elsewhere with a playful look, and began to see the duel with a serious look.

Randolph grabs the sword with both hands and approaches you in an upright position. Carfen's face was somewhat solemn.

Randolph raises his sword up, crossing his arms and lightning up from below. Karfen seems to take a step back, but Randolph steps forward and lowers again.

Randolph raises his sword and strikes it again like an electric quartz.

In the meantime, Karfen dodges to his side, pushing his sword against Randolph's neck again.

This time, Randolph dodges without panic. At the same time, I cut the sword back across like a light arrow.

Karpen dodges back slightly and pushes the blade again. And in the same way, you try to put a sword through Randolph's throat. Randolph takes a slight step back.

Randolph thought that ghosts really do roar. The opposing Pokémon jostles their swords and only use their swords against itself for a single stroke. He swings his sword a few times, but nothing gets caught.

The knights watching the two seem to think that Carpen is really something.

Foam avoided as little as possible while maintaining a distance, feeling a cost. There was no crookedness, no disharmony.

Albrecht concentrates and watches the duel. I feel like Carpen's only using the same method on purpose, and he's after something.

Randolph's genius head spins fiercely. The target is more distant than the sword itself. Just stay off the streets and you win!

Once more, Randolph draws his sword forward like a flash of light. Again, as Carfen pulls back slightly and tries to dodge, Randolph quickly plunges into the sword and digs deeper.

Unexpectedly, however, Karfen turns to face you, avoiding the sword he stabbed with.

At that moment, Randolph was startled, grabbing his sword with one hand and trying to push Carpen with the other, but they were already in hypermelee combat.

Karfen quickly presses his arm into his armpit, his other hand against Randolph's opposite shoulder.

“Give it up, kid! Your arm is broken! Put the sword down! ”

Karfen breaks Randolph's arm if he twists his back slightly. Randolph grips his teeth and never sets his sword free.

With his younger brother Randolph's arm about to be broken, Albrecht turns his eyes over and lunges at Carpen like a tiger.

Karfen reacts in the meantime, loosening the arm that overpowered Randolph and trying to avoid Albrecht, but Albrecht is faster.

Albrecht reaches out and grabs Karpen's collar. Carfen tries to break Albrecht's arm with both hands, but his thick arms won't budge and eventually allow him to be caught by the collar. What power is this?

Albrecht glares at Carfen with beastly eyes and raises his collar with one hand. Carfen tries to move Albrecht's arm with both hands, but he really doesn't budge.

“Queek. Queek. Look, look. I was wrong.”

Vinny and Albrecht unravel.

‘What kind of person is this? ’

I shoved it right up my throat. Carpen rolls back and forth several times from the floor.

“Are you okay?”

Albrecht looks at Randolph and asks. Randolph lowers his head and speaks as the ants crawl in.

“Sorry, Master. ”

“You can get as many good swords as you want. Think about your body first."

Randolph tilts his head deeper. Another good sword, but I couldn't put it down because it was given to me by the Master.

One of the leading knights raises his hand to stand up to Carpen, who was lying around behind him. I respected my talents.

“Oh, thank you. ”

Karfen gets up, holding hands. Then he scratches Albrecht's nerves.

“You shouldn't be so wrapped up and spinning. ”

Actually, Albrecht and Randolph were the same age, so no one said anything about that.

Albrecht glances at him once and takes Randolph away.

“Haha, right. You're pretty good at Black, but you haven't learned melee combat. Well, even if you did learn melee warfare, you'd still have to let go of the Black. Heeheehee.”

All Albrecht taught Randolph was sword, shield, other weapons, horseback riding, and horseback riding.

It was a melee battle, and Albrecht didn't need to learn it, so he couldn't teach it to Randolph.

The senior knights around me were unable to figure out what to do with this geek greeting.

Albrecht sent soldiers to take over the city, controlling other soldiers within the Crusade, and gradually entering the city.

I introduced the citizens of one district, let them stay in a government office or another house, and let them stay in an empty area. In this way, peace in the city was maintained in the management of Albrecht.

Albrecht looks back on his horse from time to time. Albrecht knew it was only right if the commander reflected on him frequently, whether on patrol or peacekeeping.

Carfen distributes food to the citizens and takes care of the sick and the elderly. I never accepted the Knights, but I acted like one of them.

Senior knights recognized him, so other knights were treated as knights.

He was a freak, but he saved people when we first met, or he seemed basically a good guy when we saw him doing it. Eventually, Albrecht admitted it.

After a few days, Albrecht wanted to move his troops to the Sanctuary, but he couldn't move without doing something about Philip. I didn't know what he was going to do in the city.

You've been rotting away for a long time, and Philip is convening a mission meeting. Only Albrecht, Philip and Hestein attended. It was more like a summit for the heads of each faction than a tactical meeting.

There were virtually none other than Albrecht, but Manat, after all, three of the most influential figures within the Crusade sat down with the table in the center.

“Hehe, hehe. As your general commander, I think we should begin our journey to the Holy Land. I wonder what you think. ”

Albrecht and Hestein do not answer. After a brief lap of silence, Philip opened his mouth again.

“Hmph, Hmph. Well, then, I'm sure everyone knows there's no argument here. Then what do we do about the advance troops? I think, first, the Knight Leader will lead the Knights, and the rest of Hestein and I will split up behind him. I'll cover the rear. ”

He secretly wants to comfort himself. It is the sound of the two of you dividing Albrecht's forces.

But Hestein didn't take that shit seriously either. Nevertheless, Albrecht and Hestein do not answer, but only look from afar.

After a long time without words, Philip starts to get nervous.

“Isn't that our crusader? Shouldn't we march to the Sanctuary? If you have something you want to say, keep your mouth shut, but let it all go. ”

But they were silent for a long time. Philipp says Albrecht is desperate to get his nerves back.

“I want to go, but I don't want to take you. I don't know what kind of trouble I'm in if I let go." What do you want me to do? Lord Commander? ”

I just didn't tell you in person, that I wanted to kill you. Philipp points at Albrecht with a trembling hand, his eyes wide open.

“W-what do you mean! Knight Captain! Speak your mind! ”

Albrecht was still speechless. I didn't want to sit around eating supplies. Please, I just need someone to kill!

Hestein smiles and looks at Albrecht like that.

“Master, our deal is still valid. Tell me now.”

Philip was surprised by the words of the deal. He was a man with basic senses, no matter how much he revealed the floor.

“Well, a deal. Dig, dig, dig! Idiots! You pagan scum! ”

Then I got up and tried to get out. Suddenly, a group of armed gangsters appear.

One of the armed assailants puts one hand on his mouth, and the other hand grabs the sword and sticks it into Philip's neck.

Philip can't even scream with his sword to his throat. If I screamed, I'd be stabbed pretty quick.

Albrecht simply glances at them. Hestein says it again.

“Accept the deal and it's done. Nothing in the world is free. You don't talk, Philippe dies. ”

Philipp stared at Albrecht in haste, saying that he was dying.

“Yes, Master. I'm just saying it's a rip-off. Spare me. Take command of the Crusaders. From now on, you're the commander in chief. Grooming. Grooming. ”

Even as Philipp continues to say something, Albrecht is speechless. I thought about it and said.

“Phillip ball. Get the spectators out of the gate right now and fight with me. If you don't accept the duel, you will die now. If you accept the duel, God will take care of it. What do you think?”

At Albrecht's words, Hestein hurriedly looks at Philip. If he accepts the duel, there will be no deal.

Philipp looks at Albrecht with trembling eyes. How do you beat the best knight? It's the same with this and that and dying!

“You are a devout believer in God. Have faith in God again. ”

Albrecht said he had a fanatical side, but he was hesitant about the duel that God would decide the outcome.

Albrecht thought he might be more of a fanatic than just killing people.

Religion could have been a good hollow, concealing its perverted emotions. Because if you believe in God so fanatically, why do you hesitate to fight God's duel?

However, as long as it wasn't something you could see in your heart, you couldn't know.

Philip considers Albrecht with trembling eyes, and barely speaks.

“I hate poetry. Can't you just let me live? ”

Albrecht closes his eyes, and Hestein grins. Albrecht nods once. Philip falls down, sprinkling blood from his neck.

Albrecht closes his eyes and does not open. I ended up doing dirty things with someone else's hands.

Armed gangsters leave the intestine, and Hestein grins and puts his feet on the table.

“Oh, I don't understand why you slaughter people. You need people to do business, and you can't sell them as slaves. It's stupid.”

And he looked at Albrecht and said,

“Well, I can't compare it to you for releasing me for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Haha.”

From Hestein's point of view, it was either a massacre or the release of hundreds of thousands at no ransom.

Then he stepped down with a satisfactory smile and left the intestine.

But before he went completely out, he looked back and said,

“I will eat the coastal cities on the other side of the peninsula. Have a good trip to the Holy Land. Let me know if you need any supplies. Of course it's not free. I'll give it to you cheap. After all, I became the first lord of both continents. Oh, I'm gonna pack it up. I can't help it unless I know a whore right now. Hahaha.”

Then he left the intestine. Albrecht places his elbows on the table and his hands on his forehead. In one corner, Philip is bleeding from his neck, his eyes wide open.

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