Albrecht's Chronicles

Late in the fall, the wind blows over my cheeks. The colonists had no time to prepare for the Lunar New Year. Anaks took care of livestock such as cows, pigs, and chickens while weaving their clothes and providing warmth. The men went to the lumber camp to work and get some firewood.

Once they had cut down the trees, trimmed them with logs that could be used and sent down to the river, they were transported to the city from a transport station as close to the city as possible.

It was the place where my father was most concerned about patrolling because there was a road along the river. Timber was an important asset to feed the land.

Five adults walk down the street from the right side of Albrecht's path.

They put axes over their shoulders to see if they were headed for the Lumbering Camp. The shoulders and latissimus were all bent together. As they get closer to Albrecht, they nod. Albrecht also snapped his head.

However, one of the men hesitated and looked at it.

“Hey… Young Master. ”

“Why?”

“You know, Erik...”

“Erik? Who's that? ”

Albrecht had no idea who he really was. However, the man seemed to have accepted it differently. He said in horror, furious.

“Oh, no. Pass.”

You step aside and walk past them back into the woods.

Erik? I've heard that name before...

I didn't think of it. Yurgen is out front, staring at the horse shit and waiting.

“Chief. You know, the grown-ups asked about Eric? Erik.”

“Yeah, but who is it? Do you know?”

“Uh…… commander? ”

“Why?”

“Well, you said you were avenging him. Revenge.”

When I heard revenge, I suddenly remembered. At that moment, I felt goosebumps. Erik was the owner of the cow I killed.

* * *

Albrecht has been teaching knights since he was 10 years old. I have learned various weapons skills such as one-handed, two-handed, shield, and horse-drawn weapons.

At first, I relied on strength, but I quickly learned a trick. Burkhardt, who was as stingy as he was in his knighting class, was surprisingly quick to learn.

When Albrecht was 12 years old, he defeated his father's rider, deputy and stable keeper Guntram. It wasn't to be seen or done. Burkhardt was more strict in knighting than ever before.

After winning once, you won with one hand against Guntram with both hands. From then on, Guntram told me where I should have just attacked, that was too shallow, and that I shouldn't have to deal with this without being afraid.

Since then, Guntram has taught you how to handle horses, and Burkhardt deals with swordsmanship. Albrecht was actually able to win against his father from the start. I tried not to lose, but my father quickly noticed.

“Are you ignoring your father? ”

“...... ”

Albrecht bows his head and says nothing. But Burkhardt was happy inside, even though he didn't give a damn. As a knight, the opponent may have said it was the worst humiliation, but his 12-year-old son feels that achievement is the quality of the hero to command the world.

Since then Albrecht has pursued more than perfection on his own, even though he has nothing more to learn. When I wielded the sword, I studied and polished things such as using my wrist to change the sword neatly.

But in the end, it was more fundamental than finesse. Cleaner, faster, stronger. I sought to be as natural as possible, not just powerless.

First, it releases its power, and then it explodes just as the sun rising above the horizon rapidly radiates light into the whole world. The next one leads to the idea of leaving the way to the sword. When I was practicing horseback riding, I thought that I should get to know the sword as well as the basics of getting to know the horse.

Then one day, the Practice Sword in the air was broken. Practice swords were made of scrap iron, but it was out of common sense to swing them into thin air. He was 13 years old.

Since then, Burkhardt has looked at Albrecht proudly and proudly with an uneasy gaze. So I sometimes taught the knight's mind, honor, and duty.

“A knight must always be truthful. To protect the truth, one must also risk his life. This is the mind of the knight......”

“Don't bully the underdog. If you torture the weak, you are no different from the thugs. This is the honor of knights......”

“Protect the innocent. If an innocent person is wrongfully harmed, justice must be practiced. This is the duty of the knight......”

Albrecht is bored. He just pretends to listen hard and spills into one ear.

* * *

On the day of the adult ceremony, I received a sword from my father. I felt like a real knight. Albrecht, who was still a child, was happy to run.

The handle on the crossguard was a one-handed sword that could be held with one hand or both. The blade looks like it's lengthened and tapered (the blade width changes) becomes beautiful. The slash is both powerful and easy to stab. Pommel looked round and had a cross carved in the middle. The total length was 114 cm and the blade length was 90 cm. A smooth blade without a scratch fascinated Albrecht.

My father emphasized many times that it should never be taken lightly. Albrecht listens to the back of his ear, and as his father leaves, he pulls it out of the castle and swings it.

I felt it when I held it with one hand a few times. As you hold it with both hands and swing it as hard as you can, you hear the sharp tearing of the wet air. The sword trembles with a slight twitch. It was as if he was asking for a gentle treatment. There was a smile on my mouth.

I ran out of the castle and went down the mountain. I summoned the children and bragged about the sword. The children looked at it with a glance of desire. They were luxury swords they could never dream of.

I pulled out my sword to see it, and I tried to hold it once. Each of the children tried to hold each other. Yurgen tried to force his way through the crowd when he touched only the older and larger children.

“Me, me. ”

“Hey. Let me touch the Jurgen too. ”

When Albrecht's words fell, the boy holding the sword handed it over to Jurgen.

Yurgen raises his sword and whistles. The children were surprised and retreated. At the same time, I quickly got to the center and swung my sword. The children stepped back even more.

“Hey, the sword will catch you. Give it to me."

Yurgen regrets the sword and returns it to Albrecht. Yurgen said.

“I, too, want to be a knight. Knights.”

When they heard that, they made a big deal of it.

“Hey, when you become a knight, I'll be king. Hahaha.”

“You're talking like a knight. Can you chop wood properly? ”

“Put on some weight, you idiot. ”

The children made fun of the yurgen. Yurgen frowns and says to Albrecht, thinking of something.

“Commander. Commander. That's when the commander becomes a knight. You kill people, too? People.”

Albrecht was unable to answer quickly. I liked being good at martial arts and being good at martial arts. And I loved bragging and wanting to be a knight fast, but I never thought I'd have to kill anyone.

“If you fight, you'll kill. ”

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