Albrecht's Chronicles

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Albrecht went downstairs to the hall for breakfast. As long as there was nothing special about breakfast and dinner, Father, Mother and themselves had to attend and be with their families.

Seeing the food on the sliding table sitting on the long dining table, I thought it would be the food of the medieval nobles.

Each person was a bowl of soup, a loaf of bread, and two boiled eggs. Of course, it was enough for the sheep, but it seemed a bit poor for a nobleman's meal.

While thinking about this, my father and mother came down.

His father's name was Burkhardt von Hoenclatern, lord of Calteren territory. Her name was Adelhyde, and before our family was settled in Calteren, she came from a family of indigenous peoples who were chieftains.

Burkhardt turned his blonde head over to the all-white, and his mustache and beard grew hot enough to cover his upper lip, but he was quite majestic and his eyes were as big and fierce as those of an eagle. His broad shoulders and well-built body seemed to be in front of any danger.

Adelhyde was also blonde, and his face was trampled on by one or two wrinkles as if it had just been sunset in his youth. However, his big, innocent eyes and jewel-like blue eyes reminded him that Albrecht was the son of his mother.

Albrecht gets up from his chair and greets him.

“Good morning. Father, Mother. ”

Burkhardt and Adelhyde both seem surprised, and Burkhardt says.

“Uh, uh, yeah, Albert. Sit down."

Albert was a nickname for Albrecht.

Burkhardt is seated at the top and Albrecht is seated again as Adelhyde sits across from Albrecht.

Albrecht felt strange again. I have to say, it's strange. I felt at the same time that I was a stranger, but that I could rely on my respect for Burkhardt from the depths of my heart.

Adelhyde, on the other hand, forgives Albrecht no matter what he does. That's why it made me feel like I could do anything. But most of all, I love you. I was sorry and thankful just to think of her. Then I remembered Mother Earth. The inner warmth and depression rose at the same time. It was sad.

Adelhyde, sitting across from you, grabs Albrecht's hand as Albrecht looks down. Adelhyde asked with a worried expression.

“Does it still hurt? ”

Albrecht smiled.

“It's okay, Mother. Really, you don't have to worry. ”

Burkhardt and Adelhyde look more worried.

Albrecht tries to pretend he's okay, tearing the bread into soup, and then he starts eating first. Burkhardt and Adelhyde still start their meal worrying.

It was Albrecht's parents who made such a worrying face that Albrecht didn't know such kind words. Between troublemaker and wretch, I'd say. I thought it was a long day and thought it was a mischievous prank, but I recently practiced swordsmanship and had a big accident killing cows in the territory.

Burkhardt confiscated the sword he had given him in anger and banned him from the castle. For a week, however, it was a matter of a week later. On the day after ten days of being grounded, Albrecht managed to slip out of the woodwork and fell over and hurt his head.

He said he hadn't woken up for three days, but the problem was after he woke up. At first, it was definitely me who lived on earth. But when Adelhyde saw me awake, Albrecht's memory flashed through his head like a fountain, and the Earth's "I" felt distant. Then a sudden turbulence shook my head like a hurricane and made me nauseous.

For the next two days, I had to somehow put my mind to work. I thought I'd go crazy if I didn't. For those two days, it wasn't a situation where anyone around me could talk to me. So, my parents were very sad because they thought Albrecht had gone mute, but they were relieved to thank God after clearing his mind a little bit and speaking slowly.

Albrecht opened his mouth as soon as the meal seemed to be almost finished.

“Father, I want to go out today. ”

“Sweetheart, why don't you get some rest? ”

Adelhyde says anxiously.

Burkhardt seems to think for a moment, looking at Albrecht, worrying and a little suspicious.

“Fine. But we can't start thinking again. If you promise, you can leave. ”

“I promise, Father. ”

“You are not a knight yet, but you should be a knight as my son. You know what the knight's promise means, right? ”

“Yes. You have to protect it with your life. ”

When Father's permission fell, child-like joy rose from inside Albrecht. This feeling might have led to a bad joke if it had been the same before, but the worker, "I," pushed that feeling into the corner of my heart.

In fact, Albrecht was ambiguous because he was a child. It was his 15th birthday this March, but he was only seven months old after that. But the body was only an adult who had already grown up. If it wasn't for the Atd Face, no one could tell me it was a boy from this height and height.

Even though he resembled a big father, he grew up too fast and the problem was a natural strength. Ever since I was a child, I was surprised by my childish powers, but growing up, I was increasingly exerting powers that exceeded human levels.

The people around him were at a level of zinc, such as lifting logs by themselves or breaking rocks with grip, and practicing iron swords wielding them in the air could not withstand the strength and were often broken. However, his strength was getting stronger and stronger every day, and he looked at Albrecht with a satisfied but alarming look.

If a normal child meets forces that far exceed the limits of what can end up being a mean prank, people feel afraid beyond worrying. Burkhardt was worried about it, too, and when he ended up killing the cows of the territory, he was greatly punished.

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