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When the war ended, it always did, but the boring life began. Phones, televisions, computers, and even books were precious times, so it was just a boring daily life unless you were working.
Albrecht had nothing to do with the supply work, as Rosamund and Harold were in charge of making a list of supplies, actually organizing and leaving supplies.
I used to look around the encampment, ride horses, and watch kids. This Englishman cares about Cecilia by himself about how no one takes care of her.
Even Rosamund said he grew up that way and let him play outside. Albrecht used to go outside the castle and hang out with the village children when he was a child, but he was still a princess......
“Sir William, when are you going to show me your bow? People say," Sir, you're the best marksman in the world. Just show me. "”
Cecilia stalked William unless she was running around with my kids at the encampment. He still comes to William, who trains archers, and asks for weird things.
“I'm a knight, not a clown. Go over there and play with the kids. ”
And William tried to get rid of Cecilia as if every time he was annoyed.
“I've been hanging out with the kids a lot. ”
William sighs and turns his head and looks away. The archers chuckle.
“Captain, is it so hard for you to show me? Just show me and let me go. ”
“You! ”
Albrecht, who was sitting at a distance, was surprised when William tried to spit at the archers, but fortunately, he didn't seem to say any more.
Even though William despised kings, nobles and lords other than Albrecht, he kept the least of his manners.
William was indignant and alone. The archers chuckled more.
“Why? You didn't mean to say fuck? I don't have to worry about that. Sir William, say what you will. ”
Eventually, I felt a twinkle look on my face like a baby angel. You may not have heard Albrecht's curse, but Albrecht is surprised to see him again.
William looks at the princess, surprised, and the archers slumber on the boat.
“Wa-ha-ha-ha!”
“Cecilia, I'm training. Don't interrupt. ”
Albrecht hurriedly hugs Cecilia with one arm.
“I never interrupted. I just wanted to see Sir William shoot his bow during his break. ”
Albrecht shuffles William and Cecilia.
He drew his sword in front of the child and seriously demonstrated his sword. He raised his bow and practiced archery.
As a knight, no matter how much the princess asked for such a request, it made her feel bad.
Moreover, the weapons were formidable. How many knights did William shoot with his bow in this war?
Albrecht didn't want Cecilia near the weapon, just as he wouldn't let her near guns in the modern world.
It's a very hectic time, and I'm sure you'll get used to it in life, but Albrecht didn't want Cecilia to be curious and close.
Albrecht grinds gently.
“Weapons and weapons are a way of killing things and people all the time. You shouldn't talk so lightly. Ask William when you know how much it weighs. ”
Albrecht runs away, holding Cecilia in his arms. You hear the archers laughing behind Albrecht.
There's not a single person watching this baby! You fucking Anglia! ’
The afternoon sun was shining in a warm encampment. Albrecht runs to the tent of himself and the queen with Cecilia in his arms.
I didn't know how fast Albrecht and Cecilia's hair would lie still in the wind. Cecilia laughs at what's so pleasant.
Albrecht steps into the tent. Rosamund, who was reading and paying for the documents at the table, looked up and saw Albrecht and Cecilia.
“Rose, don't you want to hire someone to babysit? ”
Rosamund suddenly approaches, holding Cecilia in his arms, gazing back at Albrecht, who is asking questions. Then he said with a look of not knowing.
“Who's watching her? Family should be taken care of. ”
Albrecht is speechless. While it was nice for the family to take care of the children, some nobles from the north or the middle took care of the nanny or the teacher.
There was no need to go far away, but it was often just Velez. And the Westcards are royalty.
Albrecht frowns, but Rosamund continues.
“If it bothers you to see Cecilia, Albert, you have to do the paperwork. But you're the one who said you didn't want to sit at the desk. Albert, if you're still working on the paperwork, I'll see Cecilia. ”
Albrecht had nothing to say. What kind of marriage conflict does the modern world have? Work, take care of the lyrics.
Of course it was fair. Albrecht couldn't play by himself. But I led the war to victory. Don't you have the right to rest a little, do nothing?
In fact, when Albrecht said this before, he said that Cecilia is a princess, rather than anything else, so he thought she would stay in the tent and take care of her quietly. It was just an easy choice.
But who knew a princess could walk around like this? As a child, the adult itself could be something difficult. But without fear, I used to catch knights or soldiers and ask questions or talk.
Most of the knights and soldiers did look cute on the princess, but William was annoyed and didn't deal with her much. I persistently followed William to see if it had touched something with Cecilia.
Albrecht simply rushes back out of the tent. I thought I'd go for a drive with Cecilia and Schwarz. I'll be back by dinner.
Cecilia sits on Albrecht's arm and stares at his brother-in-law.
“Am I bothering you? You don't have to take care of me. I'm doing well on my own. ”
“Yes...... you're amazing......”
Albrecht rides out of the encampment with Cecilia in front of him. I felt like I was going to cry a little because I didn't have a child in my arms.
Albrecht spent time taking care of Cecilia this way. Later, I drove like a chauffeur to where Cecilia pointed.
The combination of the knight who was facing 10,000 alone and the little angel girl sitting in front of him seemed strange, but it also seemed to fit together strangely.
The passing villagers, knights and soldiers smiled and greeted you first.
Different from before, Albrecht was able to change his mind if he thought something bad would come out of his education.
And a one-day meeting with William.). Cecilia, of course, wanted to talk to William a little longer, but Albrecht just shook his head.
We talked all day long on rainy days without leaving the tent. On the one hand, Rosamund was working, and Albrecht used to hold Cecilia in his arms, half-lying, and tell stories of his life.
The story of Albrecht fascinated Cecilia as well as Rosamund, as most Anglians live their lives without leaving the basin of Anglia.
Adventures in the north, middle and eastern continents were a great story for both in times when television and the Internet were not available. Of course, I talked as quietly as I could.
Rosamund and Cecilia often asked questions, and Albrecht gave them answers as if spinning yarn.
When I had to talk about Elisa, I felt embarrassed, and I had to blurt it out. And Albrecht was briefly wet with grief.
Other than leaving Loibecci and fighting Michael, I almost died if I was wronged because of my face, but I had only met people who were fleeing for first aid, and eventually it became a scar that became my face, the story of the war between the Young King and Leopold and various people, including the Young King, Zigmunt, Randolph, Herman, Adelmar, Otto, the demonstration of not being a demon to the Barhenheim family, the view of Oberburn, the story Albrecht fed and clothed….
Albrecht used the sound of rain as his background music to unravel the story. It was perhaps depressing, perhaps horrific, perhaps tragic, but with a little happiness in it.
Rosamund and Cecilia are distracted by Albrecht's talk. Zigmunt did not break his promise, but when he heard about the slaughter of the nobles at the banquet hall, he put his mouth shut and looked shocked as if he had seen it before.
It was Rosamund who lived in Anglia, where kings, nobles and commoners were shaped like rural communities, so the unconditional hand of organizing Zigmund's underlings was far from his common sense.
Even if I only talked about what had happened in the middle, I had to sleep through the night before I could say almost anything about the Crusades.
And when she did, Cecilia went straight to sleep listening to the story, so she had to sleep with Rosamund in threes.
Albrecht used to lay between Rosamund and himself and stroke his head gently, looking at Cecilia.
To Albrecht, Cecilia was not just a nuisance. Seeing him also gave me a feeling of being cleansed of myself.
It was Albrecht who spent most of his life trading battlefields and battlefields, splattering blood, cutting flesh and bones, and killing people.
If it weren't for the modern man's memory, it would have been like the Butcher King or the Wild King.
Of course, even with modern people's memories, it could not have a good effect on the inside. What will become of the insides of those who have been slaughtering people constantly? It would have been a long twist even if it was twisted.
The complex psychology and spirit of man was a mystery that was not fully revealed even in the modern world.
Even though Albrecht was resecting his murderous or destructive instincts during the surface ritual phase, it was unknown what was lurking in that deep psychological depth.
Like Nietzsche said, I thought the monster might be alive. A strong man like Albrecht, if eaten by a monster, could become a tragedy in the world beyond personal tragedy.
Taking care of Cecilia has lightened up the deep unconscious world a little, even if Albrecht is unconscious.
It was raining outside in the middle of the night. The sound of the rain tracking down was a good lullaby for the child, for the adult and for everyone. Albrecht holds Cecilia and Rosamund in his arms and falls asleep.
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