Albrecht's Chronicles

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Those who saw Albrecht fight called him the guardian knight God sent to protect Anglia. Not a metaphor, but I truly believed it.

It didn't matter if Albrecht really was a guardian knight sent by God.

In an age when communication was almost complete, other than letters and characters, fame was a force in itself.

The power gave rise to hope in people's hearts. It was the hope that rose from the end of despair.

The lords who were trapped in the castle led at least a few troops out one by one to join the garrison.

The scattered Stragglers begin their journey to their encampments with a handful of hope in their hearts. A sign of the beginning of the Second War.

To the king, nobles, the commoners, the elders, the adults, the children, the men, the women, and everyone in Anglia, Albrecht was hope itself.

Whether Albrecht was hopeful for the people of Anglia or not, I was currently lying wounded. The injury was worse than I thought.

Not only the circus coat, but the chain armor was torn apart and there was no sanctuary on the body.

Albrecht had a dream, unconscious. I was walking through a photo exhibition I had seen before.

It was a place that exhibited pictures of Earth's memories, but now it seemed to have decreased more than that.

Walking slowly, I just dared to look at the pictures, and I heard people talking somewhere.

After a few corners, I came to the white room, and it looked like two men were sitting on the couch facing each other and talking.

One was wearing the same face and suit, and the other was wearing a suit, but his face was blurred.

A man who looked just like him said to a man with a blurred face.

‘Leaving the world's greatest army behind is hard work, of course. It was stupid.’

The man with a blurred face did not answer, but just looked at him. The man who looks just like him again said.

‘But what was even stupider was jumping into an army of hundreds alone. You almost got yourself killed? Does it make sense to die for a belief like that? ’

The man with a blurred face was still speechless. After a while, I just started speaking boldly.

‘To be noble, you have to endure suffering and suffering. Albrecht, I think, can handle it. ’

He laughed as if he had the same face as you. Then I turned my cool gaze, and I saw Albrecht with blue eyes.

What do you think? ’

Albrecht opens his eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Rosamund closing his eyes.

She seemed to be lying on her knees. My senses opened up, and I felt the world. He was in a rattling wagon.

Outside, I heard people stumbling, the sound of donkeys or horses dragging carts, the sound of a woman grabbing a child, and the sound of soldiers talking about it.

His armor and clothes are stripped off, and his body is wrapped in bandages. A polished lightning axe on one side – the Kaijeriter, Vervantos said.

I turned my gaze again and saw her head bowing towards me. He must be tired or sleeping in this uncomfortable position.

She reaches out and touches her cheek. She rubs her head, touches the ball again and just looks up at her, her eyes open and she wakes up.

“Ah, Albrecht. ”

Albrecht smiles quietly. But the hand that touched her still did not reach out.

“How long have I been down? ”

She looks at him with trembling eyes, pressing Albrecht against her knees.

“I haven't woken up in two days. Really, I knew what was going on with you. ”

She is truly relieved to see Albrecht awake.

When Albrecht doesn't wake up, I feel a heavy stone sitting on my chest, making me unable to do anything. I only cared for Albrecht, forgetting to take care of the people.

The way Albrecht fought, I was moved in my heart beyond words.

Behind the scenes of hundreds of vicious enemies galloping solo, wading across the camp, defeating the knights, enduring the fierce wildling roar, and finally defeating the Wild King Lemon, there was something desperate about him beyond impression.

I let him climb.

For that man, I felt like I could give everything, including my own soul. But he didn't wake up with his wounded body.

She looks at Albrecht, awake with trembling eyes, and strokes his face with a soft hand.

And then, I looked at him with a soft smile. Thank you for waking him up. I thought I was going to cry, but I endured it.

“Thank you, Albrecht. You're amazing, by the way. The Albrecht won't be as strong as you. ”

Albrecht laughs. I liked it now. I laughed for a long time, then looked up at her again.

Without saying a word, I continued to stroke her face and look lovingly. She smiled and looked at Albrecht lovingly.

“Give me a kiss.”

Albrecht's words puzzled her. I don't know what to do. I turned my gaze away from him. My face is red.

“Well, I don't know how to do that. ”

Albrecht just stares at her and rushes into something.

Then she couldn't even look him in the eye, and she glanced at Albrecht.

Then, reluctantly, he lowers his head awkwardly slowly, kissing Albrecht's lips with a side and a light kiss.

Albrecht did not fall into the castle. She grabs her hind head lightly, pulling it gently. She just rolls her eyes around in panic.

Albrecht moves his mouth to suck her lips or stick his tongue in.

For the first time in his life, Rosamund seemed like he was going to lose his mind.

Albrecht feels Rosamund's trembling hand on his chest. But I continued to kiss her without letting go of her hand on the back of her head.

After a long kiss, her trembling hands gradually subside, whether she is adaptable.

Then Rosamund grabbed Albrecht and began to kiss himself awkwardly actively.

They felt like they would never tire of coveting each other's lips.

I was distracted by everything in the world and continued to kiss her for a long time, even with a dull sense of time.

“Big, big, big! Boom!”

Rosamund's lips snap in agitation as she hears a sudden cough. Albrecht regretted it.It doesn't matter who sees it.

I turned my gaze down and saw who was disturbing me. It's Ecbert. He comes up behind the wagon, staring down, and says, "I can't even see them."

“We're almost there. Sir Albrecht. ”

Albrecht looks back at him and thinks: I don't know what the Wescades are like now, but in fact, Ecbert was the most successor to the two kings of Guillaume and Lemon.

In the history of the earth, the king is often usurped by his closest relatives, but he doesn't seem to be greedy just by first impressions.

No matter how shitty the world was, there were concepts like the grandfather who raised Randolph, and there were people who went beyond common sense in a good way.

I need to keep an eye on him, but somehow I feel a soft and upright heart like Diego.

When I saw what the Westcards looked like, Rosamund or Ecbert, I felt like something was different from the world.

Albrecht looks at him and looks up. I could feel the bruising on the wound, but I couldn't bear it.

Originally, he recovered from external injuries like a monster, but now he seems to be taking longer.

As Albrecht wakes up, Rosamund is embarrassed.

“Nu, lie down. ”

Albrecht smiles at her.

“It's okay.”

Ecbert was embarrassed as well. He was badly wounded almost to death.

“Ah, Lord Albrecht. Lie down. I'll get you a stretcher. ”

Albrecht merely shakes his head. I leaned down and walked out of the wagon. Rosamund is still in a state of confusion and wants to raise Albrecht.

As Albrecht stepped out of the wagon, the sun was shining through the world in broad daylight. And I saw people.

The girl holding the newborn, the soldier who takes off his helmet and gathers it to his chest, the children holding the corners of the mother's teeth, and the person who kneels down and draws the sign. Everyone looks at Albrecht like he really came down from the sky.

You hear someone muttering.

“God was moved by the Queen's angelic good heart and sent the Guardian of the Holy Land here. ”

Albrecht bursts out of his belly. However, in a moment of despair, something miraculous happened, and Albrecht himself kept insisting that Albrecht was the only one who could think of it that way.

Albrecht ignores them and heads for Schwarz. He had wounds everywhere, but it seemed like they had healed him.

Schwarz makes eye contact. I remember the moment I saw him wandering from afar without deserting his master.

“Thank you. You've worked hard. ”

Albrecht strokes Schwarz with a smile. I didn't think I could ride until I healed my wound.

Albrecht turns his head and sees the garrison situated in the highlands far away.

People were coming out densely looking this way. Actually, they came out to see Albrecht. What would a guardian knight from God look like to protect Anglia?

Albrecht slowly walks toward the encampment with one hand holding Schwarz's scepter and one hand holding Rosamund's hand.

Albrecht thought, looking at her lovely.

It was a good cause and a dragon or something. With her, I thought I could do anything if she was there for me.

Albrecht looks at her lovingly with blue eyes.

“I'll call you Albert from now on. ”

Rosamund smiled lovingly at Albrecht with his silver eyes.

“Albert, I love you. ”

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