Albrecht sits down on the Lord's chair on the lowest level of the castle. And I kissed her on the cheek and said,
“I'll clean up the stable and head out right away. See you at dinner, Mother. ”
As Albrecht turns around, behind the lord's chair where his mother sits, an axe across the wall horizontally, slightly higher than an adult's height, catches his eye. A lightning axe from the great hero Siegfried.
Since Albrecht was a child, my father often said that our family was descendants of the great hero Siegfried, and that the Lightning Axe was proof of that. You might have been proud of Albrecht, but now you have no genealogy, and you're just skeptical about how you know it.
However, even when I saw a stranger, I couldn't take my eyes off the lightning axe because I felt strange as if I was familiar with the unconscious.
The lightning axe was in the form of a Bearded Axe in which the sack and the portion of the axe connected to the blade curved downward and widened the area of the blade. The axe surface was easily adopted in Northwestern style. The sack was curved slightly inward to prevent slippage at the tip, drawing a smooth curve like a lumbering axe, with a piece of dragonhead at the end.
Albrecht picks up his chisel and holds the axe in his hand. It looks a little heavier than a lumbering axe.
Adelhyde said in surprise.
"Son, put it back."
"Just a little bit, Mother."
Even a normal Lumbering Axe is hard to wield with one hand unless you are strong enough. Even with a swing, the posture will be very unstable, but Albrecht swings lightly like a twig. Albrecht had been playing, training and lumbering since he was a kid, so I liked the feeling of familiar grip.
Albrecht swings his lightning axe from side to side, striking from top to bottom, and striking from bottom to side. Every time I do that, I hear a threatening hiss. Grab it with both hands, swing it lightly a couple times, then swing it as hard as you can. 'I hit my ear. It sounded as if the air had burst at the moment.
Adelhyde said in surprise.
"Put it back where it belongs. Come on."
Albrecht smiled beautifully at Mother's words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm out of here."
Albrecht puts the Lightning Axe back where it belongs and steps out of the castle. She looked at Albrecht's back with an uneasy look.
* * *
Albrecht left the castle and went down Mount Hoen-Carltern.
While walking, I thought about whether I was a dissociative personality disorder, but I didn't think so. It was a silly knowledge of psychology, but it was not that there were two personalities in one body. "I" was one everywhere. But he was no longer Albrecht, nor was he a socialite on Earth.
Occasionally, the headache seemed to cause the memory to be vividly imprinted in the head as if it were rebellious or as if it were rebellious when one side of the memory felt strange.
After experiencing this confusion, I realized one thing: Memory is so profound. Memory is different from simply retrieving stored information like a computer. When I think of memories, I always have feelings. I didn't even know that memory itself was a source of emotion. And the source of that emotion felt like the cornerstone of establishing identity.
And the question was, what is this combination? A boy with monstrous physical abilities who lived in modern Korea.
I, who lived in modern Korea, worked late as usual and came home and fell asleep on my bed. And when I opened my eyes, it was Albrecht. Did the sleeping "me" die and enter your soul like a novel? Or is it just a memory? What's the reason for this?
Then I encountered the children coming up the mountain.
Anaks were headed to the mainland with various vegetables such as carrots, onions, garlic, apples, milk, cheese, and eggs.
The anacs head down and step aside. It was rude to pass by the lord, and I had to get out of the way as he passed by. Albrecht was not the lord, but he had authority as an heir. Above all, monstrous power and the actions of his former arrogance overwhelmed the territory.
Once again, Albrecht is angry with himself because of his old crappy looks. Why are you acting like that?
As you come down the mountain and pass the houses around the mountain, you hear a small shout.
“Commander. Commander. Here, here.”
A sinful child wearing a dirty Koif – a hat worn by the common people – shouts in small shouts from the corner of the colonial house.
His name was Jurgen. He was eight or 10 years old. Why can't he remember his age? I thought age was so important.
Albrecht approaches Jurgen.
“Chief, are the grounds cleared? Forbidden.”
Yurgen did not stutter, but he had a habit of repeating the same word.
“I don't know. I gave it to my dad today. ”
“Any injuries? How's your head? ”
Albrecht grinned his head with a smile. I was dirty but cute when I tried to scheme.
“It's okay, but what about the other kids? ”
“Uh, uh, there's three now. In the building. The building.”
“You have three people in the building? ”
“Yes. Yes. Hart and Miguel and Hans. He said he was going to the apartment first. The other kids went to work. Work.”
Hans was an alumni of Chamberlain Hans. Hans was a common name in this world.
Albrecht and Yurgen head to the site together.
The place was set up by a herd of puppies in the area, deep in the woods nearby. Since wood is a specialty area, people thought they could handle trees well, and so did the children. I built an absurd but plausible hut and made it an asylum.
Yurgen is constantly chattering. He talked about all the bad things that had happened, as if he was trying to report to me who had not been able to leave the castle for ten days.
Who fought who in the crowd won, who stole whose eggs, who fell and got nosebleeds.
Albrecht listened carefully at first, then drowsy. Then Yurgen stops speaking and stares at Albrecht.
“What's the matter? Finish what we started. ”
“Everyone, will you shut up? ”
Albrecht laughs, because the old Albrecht would have told you to shut up.
“I won't tell you to shut up. I want to talk to you about something. ”
Yurgen looks back at Albrecht and says,
“I feel a little weird about the boss. ”
“How weird is that? ”
“Just, just, uh... I think I'm getting good. ”
“Isn't that a good thing? ”
“I don't know.”
I didn't understand why I didn't know.
“Why? You want me to shut up? ”
“That's not... I don't know. ”
It made Albrecht feel strange to answer, "I don't know," not welcome being a good boy.
Yurgen hasn't spoken in a while. While walking together, he suddenly ran ahead, picking up a stick of wood and poking and beating the straw piled nearby. It looked like it was wielding its own sword.
If Albrecht walks past, the Jurgen leaps forward and swings the stick again. As they go forward and backward, they head toward the forest.
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