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Carpen didn't come back late. I thought I'd have to send someone to look, but I didn't send someone on purpose because I felt like I wanted to be alone.
Albrecht rented out the entire building he had eaten in. The next day, after breakfast, I tried to make my way up to Linderhorn. Carpen hasn't come back yet.
You try to send someone, but Carpen walks through the snows like rain.
“I'll stay here. Sir, we don't have much to do in winter anyway. Leave the work to the employees I hired, and they'll get along just fine. I'm going to Namhae in the spring anyway, so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to work here for a while. ”
Albrecht stares silently down at Carfen on the horse. Eyes are piling up over Albrecht's hooded head.
Karfen smiles, gazing up at Albrecht.
“I thought his family was out of control, but I can't help it. ”
“Don't you need an escort? ”
Albrecht was conscious of the sequences of Banhenheim. Karpen simply shakes his head quietly.
For a moment, the two of them looked at each other. Either Albrecht or Carfen, both of them, lived with their minds broken somewhere.
Carfen is Carfen, Albrecht is Albrecht, and living in the swamp of destiny is one thing.
“You are truly a great man. because I want to spread the unthinkable in the world. Even if everyone blames you, I don't blame you. He is truly a great man. ”
Karpen bows politely. Karpen was the first to give Albrecht an example.
Only the snow is quiet in the world, and between Albrecht and Carpen, the two men have not spoken much. Then Albrecht opens his mouth first and says boldly.
“After the war is over, I'll call you back when you and I are both busy." Take care of yourself. My Finance Minister. ”
Albrecht says that and takes a slow walk out of Banhenheim Castle on the Linderhorn. Carpen and the people of Banhenheim have left the castle to escort them out.
Albrecht turns to them and catches Randolph's attention on his way back out. I tried not to, but I could see that Agnes was making me nervous.
The knights gasp for breath, and even Rosamund looks at Randolph cute. Albrecht looks back and says,
“Roysen, I will take a child named Agnes. Send it here.”
Then Roysen looks at Agnes. Agnes has a carrot face. He was a burning young man. It looks like you two got hit in the eye with one duel.
To be precise, Agnes thinks Randolph is too distracted. How can anyone be so stupid?
Randolph doesn't know anything about himself, but everyone around him does. Albrecht told me that whoever saw him was making his favorite teas, but he seemed to think he was hiding them well.
Agnes approaches on horseback. Randolph continues to sneak up on her. Albrecht smiles and says to Agnes,
“From now on, you are the queen's escort. Defend the queen with your life. ”
Agnes bows.
“It's an honor for the family. Thank you, Your Majesty. ”
Along the horse with Albrecht, Rosamund smiles softly.
“Take good care of her. I'm Rosamund. I want to be a good friend. ”
Agnes says with big, clear eyes.
“I am Agnes. I will give my sword and soul to protect you. ”
Albrecht looks at him, approaches Randolph and whispers in his ear.
“I did what I had to do, so it's all yours. ”
Randolph is furious when he hears that.
“W-what, what!? ”
Albrecht regains his cheerfulness as Randolph appears dull.
“Hahahaha!”
The knights around you chuckle, and Hermann doesn't seem to care. It was just a waste of yesterday's duel. I can fight better by smashing their heads in with my bare hands.
The snow that covers the world continues to fall, and the pleasant laughter of Albrecht echoes through the quiet world.
Time passed and became February. Flower buds were waiting for the promised season, embracing spring. The snow that covered the earth began to melt slowly, as if it were a blanket, and the green sprouts began to stick out their heads.
The construction that was underway during the winter was completed. By the time the rest was almost complete, Albrecht had led an army of 10,000 in total.
Originally it was 20,000, but we had to continue with the rest of the construction, and as the supply lines grew longer, the rest of the troops had to go through the middle to receive the lost territories from the north.
The operation seemed to be going well on the outside, but Albrecht had two big problems.
I fought an unprecedented vs. mounted battle in the Wrightingen Field and won, but the knights were badly wounded.
There were more than 700 licensed knights left. Outside the Lysen Knights, there were over 500 earls and barons.
It still had a knighthood of 900, but in the vast middle, it was an infinitely short number to make a siege coin.
Moreover, to the south-east of the middle, where Albrecht is headed, there are numerous mountain ranges, influenced by the white mountains, with crooked valleys that are inappropriate for troop movements.
Another big problem is that the loan still hasn't arrived. I tried to contact the bank, but all they told me to do was wait.
The money was almost at the bottom, and the autumn for harvest remained for a long time. Most of the public sector was cut off and only paid by knights and soldiers.
Since spring came, merchants paid tolls on the road and not necessities, Albrecht was worried. It was almost at the so-called aggression endpoint.
Whether you know Albrecht's heart or not, the soldiers march with all their might.
More heavyweight soldiers bought their own gear and wore chain armor, all wearing black capes made of high-quality fabric.
The cloak was sold for money by Albrecht, but the soldiers were very proud, as if they had received it directly from the king.
Morale seemed to pierce the sky, and the momentum seemed to cover the middle, but it was continuous.
Albrecht conflicts. Shall we disband the army here, stabilize the captured core, and then go back to war? How long will it take? Is it still possible to squeeze the soldiers?
It was really hard to judge. If the soldiers had low morale, they would have disbanded the army without a second thought, but it was a shame.
“Your Majesty, look. This is the Schvetern Plain.”
Albrecht was scouting in front of the troops, with dozens of commanders and knights.
I've been thinking a lot about the problem I'm facing, but Randolph calls me, and I get out of the swamp of anxiety and I come back to reality. Then the familiar landscape unfolded in Albrecht's eyes.
The small grass covers the field, and you see the rolling hills in the middle. It was where the battle between the young king and King Leopold took place.
The cold wind still blows and sweeps the grass aside. Clumsy Albrecht's blonde hair shakes sideways as well.
In Albrecht's blue eyes, it's not just the view of the field. The last memory I fought here, it felt like it was playing in front of me like a video. At that time, I remember the sound vividly.
"Who can blame me?" ’
"No one dares to do anything more!" ’
"Cowards!"
"Sound the trumpet of march!" Advance all troops! ’
Randolph, kill the king! ’
Seems strange to me when I was younger. Is that me? It is now much stronger than it was then, and it has long since crossed the realm of man even though it thinks it is.
But what is this heartfelt emptiness? This March, Albrecht was 28 years old. How did this happen? What have I done?
Bear looks back on the past. He fought the War of the Young Kings when he was 16 and the Crusade when he was 18. He fought the War of Anglia when he was 20 and went to the North to catch dragons. He began the Conquest War when he was 21 and has come to this point.
War, War, War, War, War...... Blood and flesh, countless lives crumbling, after all that, where is my life?
I took care of a pile of paperwork, and in the meantime I spent a busy day looking around my people. Time flies by.
Albrecht did not listen to anyone but his parents, but only thought he had lived by his own will. I did, but strangely felt like I didn't have a life.
Ever since Erik was killed, Albrecht hasn't been very happy. I guess I felt happy for a while after falling in love with Rosamund. Marriage was a reality, and soon there was a child problem, and I was unhappy for a while.
If you think about it, the purpose of life was not in happiness in the first place. I felt so sad and sorry for myself that I tried to cry.
Randolph was embarrassed when he looked like Albrecht was about to cry. I just thought you'd be happy to see me.
What about the Knights? Just as you saw the most shocking scene in the world, Hermann, Eugene, Richar, and Wilhelm looked at the king with their eyes wide open and blinded.
“Turn around now! ”
Randolph shouts in a hurry. Then the knights quickly regained their senses and turned their heads to Albrecht.
“Hehe. Hehe. ”
As Albrecht breathes his last and begins to weep, Randolph is in a frenzy. Dozens of knights surround you in the middle of the field, centered on Albrecht and Randolph.
You hear the king's cry in the ears of the knights circling back. What's going on? Does the greatest man in the world cry? For what?
“Your Majesty, what's the matter? ”
Randolph is agitated. He can't hold his tears for a moment, but Albrecht can soon stop. At least a little, he felt a little relaxed when he let his tears flow out.
Albrecht smiles at Randolph, stealing his tears.
“My faithful friend, you've been following me for a long time now. I'm the greatest king in the world, but where the hell is my life? ”
Randolph is speechless. Life?
“I'm sorry for you, too. You're not so different from me. Marry Miss Agnes soon. I'm so frustrated to see. ”
Randolph has spent his entire life following Albrecht through the war. His whole life was like Albrecht going to war.
Suddenly, when I heard about Agnes, Randolph looked like he was pinching his eyes.
Albrecht glances at Randolph in a cute way, then bows his head a little and looks at the grass on the boisterous ground. Another sad shadow falls over Albrecht's face.
“So sad. When do I get to live my life? Maybe you've been on the path of redemption ever since you killed Erik. A world where bastards like me can't be carelessly installed, a world where the tragedy that happened in Penbach can no longer be reproduced. I wanted to make a world like that, but ironically, I have to spend my life bleeding more to make a world like that. No matter how much I pay for it myself......”
Albrecht reveals himself to the outside with no regrets, not as usual. Randolph doesn't fully understand it, but he thinks that his master, master, and friend's burden may be a lot heavier than he thought.
The blue eyes of Albrecht didn't reveal any particularly depressing emotions, whether it was the seriousness of time or not. Once again, the breeze blows and gently strokes Albrecht.
Albrecht reminds me of Ilydia. She asked you to think of yourself when Albrecht is struggling, when the wind blows and touches Albrecht.
She seemed to see past and future Albrecht somehow. Maybe she understood Albrecht best. Now I think I know why she said she felt sorry for herself.
Chapter 22 Country, King, Individual End.
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