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As time passed, by mid-September, the lords began to gather. Because there were no inns or hotels, they lived in tents near the castle.
They had a party not partying with liquor and meat all day, but sang songs day and night, blessing the marriage of the Queen and the Guardian Knight.
Albrecht initially hung out with them, but he couldn't get drunk dealing with all the people who were coming, so he decided to stay outside the castle and just go up and look down at the western prefecture.
“Kahaha! This is amazing! I'm never tired of it!”
“You can't fly too high! ”
After her sister left, Cecilia, who was depressed all day, began to light up a little bit after flying around in her head wearing a dora-X monk bamboo helicopter, a toy from Vervantos.
‘That's a little dangerous. ’
I wasn't flying really high like a cartoon, but if I jumped really hard, I flew to human height and then slowly came down. Cecilia rolls the ground harder and higher as the day goes on.
And when I came down, I turned my dress upside down, but no one pointed. Albrecht says you're surprised with your pants on.
Bervantos shouts anxiously, arms outstretched underneath her.
On the other hand, Rosamund was given archery guidance by William, as was his day job. What was really curious was that William couldn't pull Rosamund's bow as hard as he could, but Rosamund was shooting lightly.
Albrecht tried to pull the demonstration once, but his whole body was pulled as his blood tightened. In this way, he didn't really seem to be able to use it.
Bervantos said the Elves in the ancient world used to cut dragon horns, but he didn't know why only the people of the Wescade could pull them.
Albrecht looks back at the horizon. The sun was setting. Suddenly, when I was back home, I remembered seeing the sun rising from the asteroid.
Time passed and it became the wedding day of October 12. In the meantime, people gather around Castle Weska like clouds and hold festivals, not festivals.
There was no such thing as a uniform, as the age was on the day of marriage. The guests were all wearing tunics, armor and swords. Armed for the wedding. Albrecht was eccentric, but he was no different.
Albrecht also put on his armor and put on his sword, which was exactly how Rosamund had tilted the cross and the family crest.
Albrecht rides around town in a floral Schwarz, riding around Rosamund in front of him.
Rosamund wore a dress, but, of course, not as glamorous and sophisticated as the modern world. It was just a dress with a little more decoration.
The villagers smile brightly and throw petals. Everyone enjoyed it as much as they loved the Queen's wedding, but not the weather. It was a cloudy day that would soon rain.
The rain started pouring out of nowhere. Albrecht hurries to the castle, but the town is too heavily circulated and drenched by the rain. Oh, my God, what's going on?
“Wa-ha-ha!”
“Long live the Queen! Hail to the Guardian Knight!”
People laughed and laughed at the lovers who were going to be happy now. As you get closer to the castle, people clap on the side of the road with a bright face in the rain. Albrecht laughs in this absurd and absurd situation.
Looking at Rosamund with a smile, Rosamund, who had bandaged his head and worn a crown, was sweeping his elongated face, slightly lifting the crown and turning her head back, but she also did not leave the smile of what was so pleasant.
“Ah-ha-ha!”
Stumbling through modern Earth memories, the royal family's wedding was dazzling and solemn, but it felt a little ignorant and stubborn here.
But then what? Everybody's having fun and the parties are having fun. Albrecht didn't care about anything else.
I stepped into the castle and got out of the horse. After taking her down, she folds her arms. I applauded as I watched the protagonists of today, full of people in the castle.
There was no such thing as the groom entering first and the bride holding the hand of the craftsman. The two immediately entered the fortress.
Inside the hall are the earls and knights of some of the most powerful lords. I saw many familiar faces for Albrecht. Ecbert, Aethelwulf, Harold, the commanders of the war, the knights.
They glanced at the bride and groom, smiling brightly in the rain. But it also seemed to be bitter somewhere. He was talking to them about Shenyang after the wedding.
Albrecht and Rosamund walk down the middle and stand in front of the revered bishop. The bishop looked at them, wearing an old silk robe, and began to be a shaman.
“Here in this moment of God's sight, a man and a woman are about to enter into a lifelong covenant. Albrecht of Calternes, the guardian knight, loved his wife, the king of Anglia, Rosamund, worked and fed his family, devoted to hard work and sincerity......”
These are fairly good words, but the duties of each couple were somewhat reduced by men and women discriminatory shamans for a while.
As I finished my last words, the bishop took out a small wooden box and opened it.
Inside the box were two rings, each of which had pearls and sapphires embedded in it. A ring made by the Vervantos, exquisitely engraved with ancient characters on the gold borders.
On the pearled ring was inscribed 'Husband of the descendant of Rosamund of Wescade,' and on the sapphire ring was inscribed 'Wife of the Descendant of Sigurd the Killer.' Pearls and sapphires are the color of the eyes of the couple.
Giving this meaning to the wedding ring was, of course, not an English-style custom, but a Dwarf custom.
Vervantos said it meant looking at each other with each other's eyes. It seemed like such a good kind of meaning to understand each other rather than fight.
Albrecht first fastened the Sapphire ring to Rosamund's left hand ring, then Rosamund fastened the pearl ring to Albrecht's left hand ring.
The bishop who was looking at it said.
“Now you two hold each other's hands and kiss the oath. ”
Albrecht looks at her, his hands clasped against Rosamund. Rosamund always had a beautiful, lovely smile on his face.
Two people who were born at different times, in different places, and lived different lives. The two men and women who each have their own personalities and ideas, who meet in accordance with their destiny and fall in love and pledge to live together for life.
Leaving social institutional significance, marriage also came to Albrecht personally. Someone you love besides your parents. A person who feels happier the more you give something to them. A person who can rely on his heart without pity. Rosamund.
Albrecht leans in and kisses Rosamund. Rosamund raised his head and now received the lips of his husband.
After a light kiss, the bishop shouted loudly as they dropped their lips.
“With this! I now pronounce you husband and wife! ”
The bishop thought that people would applaud and cheer if he declared, but everyone in the intestine applauded lightly with a bitter, empty look.
Rosamund sweeps them away for a moment, then opens his mouth.
“Now, Bishop, go down. Ecbert, step forward. ”
Speaking not as a priest, but as a king, the bishop was puzzled and quickly came down the altar. With silver hair like Rosamund, Ecbert stands boldly in front of Rosamund, an unrivaled handsome man.
“Kneel on your right knee. ”
At Rosamund's words, Ecbert kneels to the right.
“As I, the king of Anglia, Rosamund Wescade, last decree, I now crown Anglia for Earl of Chedford, Ecbert Wescade. ”
After the last words, Rosamund took the crown off and laid it on his cousin.
He then knelt on his right knee toward Ecbert.
“God save the king. ”
Then Ecbert stood up and swept through all the Anglia lords and knights in the gut. And they, like Rosamund, cried out on their right knees.
“God save the king!" ”
Albrecht steps away from them, burying himself in the shadow of the hall, watching him ascend the throne. No one pointed disrespect at him.
Albrecht was both a hero and a stranger to them. In Oberburn, and in Zairex, he was the ruler. But here, he was a stranger, and Albrecht himself knew it well.
In a way, I thought it was ironic. While I was a dominant, I wanted to leave only after getting married, but here I was not a dominant, and I even wanted to settle down and live.
We must leave for Calteren at all times, but that was an inconvenience. The reason I'm leaving right now is because of a promise. Because of that promise, Rosamund passed on the throne.
It was already known with my head, but I came into contact with it differently, as I always do with my eyes.
And leaving it, I didn't know that the idea of winning the throne itself was so rare in this era, perhaps for the first time.
Kings are usually destined to stand on their feet with blood on their hands or be drawn down to the contrary. Even the children raised their swords. There were not many kings with proper lifespans.
Now, what does it mean for a king to be replaced without bloodshed, historically? Is it just such a rare case?
Albrecht's sapphire blue eyes gradually lose their light and sink into the shadows.
Unlike other parts of the mountain range, Anglia was very closely related to each other around its king. It ran a little differently from the areas that were loyal enough to receive it.
If he were to return to Calthirn and become king, would the people of the North be as loyal as they are? What do you do if you rebel? How do we tell who to save and who to kill?
How do I get past the king and become the first emperor? How far do I have to go to become emperor?
Beyond the North, we can hold the entire North continent in our hands, including Middle, Velez, Akaten, Southern kingdoms and cities on the East Coast.
What should the wildlings do? How many more must we kill to build an empire? Do we have to kill hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands? If we have to kill hundreds of thousands, how do we kill them efficiently and quickly?
Albrecht's eyes sank deeper or darker into the shadows. And I continued to have horrible thoughts that I didn't even know I had.
Then, I noticed Rosamund. She woke up one day and hugged him. In an instant, just like a lie, love came into Albrecht's eyes. And a bright smile was raised. The demon hides behind a sluggish shadow curtain.
Chapter 16 The Devil's Behind Happiness Ends.
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