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The encampment was controlled by Earl Chadford of Ecbert. I heard there's a Somerset not too far from here.
Albrecht quietly examines the surrounding terrain, and it seems that the river is not far away and that the stronghold is located in the highlands, so he has chosen a good location.
Rather than some mysterious scheme, it was true that more than half of it could be eaten at altitudes or hills alone. It was great if it was close to the river. The problem was supply.
Albrecht reaches into the encampment with his torso exposed and bandaged, holding Rosamund's hand in front of the procession and holding Schwarz's belt. After Ecbert.
A high wind blows through Albrecht's shimmering blond hair and Rosamund's shimmering silver hair. Albrecht's blue eyes dart to look at the crowds to see him.
I looked at refugees and soldiers, nobles and lords alike, as if I were observing the guardian knights rumored to be. Did he really take on hundreds of them alone? You single-handedly defeated the Wild King? Why are you holding the Queen's hand, by the way? Were you two lovers?
Ecbert stands behind you, leading the way. You hand over Schwarz's scepter to a soldier and follow him, still holding Rosamund's hand.
The location was guided to a tent for the king, a little distance from the other tents in the encampment. The situation was very shabby.
“Lord Albrecht, come this way. ”
Ecbert wants to take you to Albrecht's tent, but Albrecht doesn't want to leave Rosamund.
“I'll use it here with Rosamund. ”
Albrecht said that both Ecbert and Rosamund were greatly embarrassed.
The world had just begun to escape ancient times, and the king was still king, though the royal manner had not yet been captured.
More so because there were many who killed the king at his own will in the north or in the middle, but there were also places that maintained the royal family, such as the Kingdom of Veles in the west, Anglia and the Congress in the south.
Ecbert didn't know what to do. Do I have to be rude? However, they were already lovers. But you're not married. Can't young men and women use the same tent? Before young men and women, your sister was king.
Ecbert is agitated and agitated, and Rosamund is greatly agitated as well, but he struggles and speaks in a small voice.
“I'm, I'm fine. I'll use it with you.”
Albrecht didn't need anyone's permission, as long as her words were gone. You grab her hand and swoop her into the tent.
Ecbert simply stares at the tent, dumbfounded.
As soon as Albrecht entered the tent, he hugged and kissed Rosamund. Suddenly, Rosamund pushes Albrecht away in agony and bitterness.
Instead of pushing, Albrecht released it as she pushed it.
“Now, wait a minute. Clean up, I think we need to clean up. ”
Rosamund leaves the tent feeling his heart pounding. Perhaps we should pack up some travel items such as armor and weapons. Albrecht sits back on his bed, tasting again.
I looked around the tent and saw only a few rustic furniture, such as small tables and chairs.
Even though the splendid tent of Amas was different from that of kings and peasants, Albrecht's heart was already filled with love.
Perfect and flawless beauty, more radiant than that, a heart for the poor, and a firm will. There is no other woman in the world but Rosamund.
Albrecht feels happy just thinking about her.
One day, I read a book by Tolstoy called "What Do People Live By," and Tolstoy's answer was, "People Live by Love."
I was more than that at the time, and I didn't touch it, but now I think I know. Yeah, when you're in love, you're in perfect shape.
Traveling through the world without understanding it all the time, even the mighty Albrecht was empty of heart.
No matter how many people praised themselves, the void was not filled, but a woman who would finally love with all her heart appeared.
This feeling of filling my mind and soul together seemed really hard to express as a language. I just remembered the words of the Great Lakes and felt again that they were right.
She lies in bed half the time, waiting for Rosamund, but she doesn't come. By the time I think about going looking for him, Ecbert calls me out.
“Sir Albrecht. Let me introduce you to the lords. Let's go together.”
Albrecht was filled with love, and eventually became the face of a bug chew. I felt like I was floating on the clouds and suddenly fell to the ground.
But the reality was real. It was Albrecht who tried to be more realistic than anyone else, so it was time to face the world again and move on.
Albrecht followed after Ecbert and entered the command barracks worrying whether he should have had another boring introduction like in the Middle War.
Inside the command barracks is a large table, and there is a map of the operation. And outside the barracks were armored armouries, with a large bow visible.
And fortunately, the lords were unexpectedly few. About a dozen of them.
Unlike in the north or center, which were 10 million separately sized, from neighborhood-level territories to the size of the Earth's poetry, Anglia was dominated by countrymen. And there were other sub-families called the Cardinal Family.
The lords within the command barracks were all their own.
Instead of each of them leading people in a capacity like Zigmunt, it seemed to be a distinctive feature of Anglia, which was organized this way.
“This is the Earl of the Company, Aethelwulf of the Keselling family. And this is……"
Lord Aethelwulfran, a middle-aged, robust figure with blonde, green eyes and a hot beard, looked forward to seeing Albrecht and waiting for Ecbert to introduce him.
But Ecbert got stuck trying to introduce Albrecht. Do I really have to be Albrecht, the Divine Constabulary?
Albrecht promised to tell the truth, whether people believe it or not, but he always lied to me about it, because that bastard, Verbantos, decided to lie about it. I didn't want to have to worry about this anymore.
“I am Albrecht von Hoenclateur of Calteren, protector of the Holy Land. The two are probably Franz now, and the Licence Knights commander is now Randolph. Check back later. ”
The lords in the intestines were all puzzled and arrogant. I've heard, but is it really Albrecht, the Divine Constabulary? How am I supposed to accept that?
Albrecht begins to bluff.
“One day I was contemplating the Holy Land where Zairex ascended, and God said to me, Anglia is in danger to the west of the northern continent.Go help her. And then God sent me here. ”
Albrecht, a lousy liar, quickly spits out his lies and closes his eyes.
‘Vervantos, if I meet you later, I'll blow your head off. ’
Albrecht lied because it was more realistic than coming here because some idiot Dwarf broke the machine.
One of the lords exclaims in shock.
“I mean it! You were the guardian knight God sent to protect Anglia? ”
Albrecht opens his eyes and looks at Albrecht with his mouth wide open, his eyes trembling. Ecbert couldn't help but look at it with trembling eyes.
Albrecht looked at their expressions, and he was even more embarrassed that everyone really believed him.
Rather than believing Albrecht's words, they wanted to believe him in a desperate moment. that God is with them. Then they will never be defeated. Albrecht was just a good excuse.
Almost everything around man was in an age of uncertainty and uncertainty. Many things that could not be explained were explained in the name of God. For them, God's harmony was more realistic than that of a dwarven machine.
Above all, Albrecht single-handedly drove out the Wild King against hundreds of people, one of which God had no way to explain, except in harmony.
Albrecht thought it best if he just held command like this. Rather than being stressed and politically controlled and commanding, it was better to organize the situation quickly by borrowing the name of God.
Albrecht pours another drink and starts seasoning the gag.
“Yes. A group of lights came down from the sky and opened their eyes and found her in a forest, where she was being chased and rescued. Now that I've come to love her, I've decided to save this Anglia! ”
Albrecht, who was speaking, became intoxicated by his gagging, increasing his voice as he stepped back.
The lords are overwhelmed with tears and grip their hands tightly and kneel before Albrecht.
“Oh! God! ”
“God save the queen!" ”
“Save the Queen! ”
Albrecht felt a strange and strange sensation. I felt like you were cultivating a cult with this flavor. But the war was real.
Borrowing the name of God was just a way to hold command. To win wars, you must organize, organize, train, and set up operations to face your enemies directly.
Albrecht looks at the lords and says,
“Everyone stop crying and get up. Even if God helps us, we must also do our best. Stay alert and teach me how many troops you have and what a one-way street looks like. I will lead you to victory and defend Anglia! ”
But the lords didn't seem to be easily dissipated. They stand up and raise their swords high, shouting.
“Long live the Queen! Hail to the Guardian Knight!”
Ecbert also cried out in tears. Albrecht felt a slight remorse, but the feeling was even weirder. I thought I should refrain from reflecting on myself often. Anyway, the mission meeting seemed to have to wait.
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