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By the end of the year, in March, Albrecht had become thirty years old. Finally, it was the same age as Earth's memory.
But Earth's memories stopped at the age of thirty, and real time continued to pass.
Now, there is no confusion about identity, but I was purely questioned. Why did Earth's memories come to me? What kind of magic is this?
With the Earth's memories coming in, Albrecht had a completely different personality, which made him rather painful.
Thinking about it, he didn't even know that suffering and suffering were meant to conceive a new world within him. And that new world had an impact on the outside world as well.
He did not resent God's harmony, the magic of Westard, or anyone who brought his memories of the Earth to life. I was just living my life sublimely in the reality in front of me.
The royal people were the most excited about Albrecht's birthday. It was because it was a day I could play like a legitimate lunatic once a year.
Albrecht reduced the festival held for a month to a week, even if he heard grumbling from people. I thought it was too much to play like crazy for a month.
Like his last birthday, Albrecht defeated all those who came bearing gifts.
He then held hands with Rosamund and quietly strolled through the inner courtyard of the Rose Castle. Richard and Einhardt follow you from afar.
Albrecht and Rosamund walk along the walls of the Rose. The topography on which the rosebud is located was ambiguous even for mountains and high for hills.
It is clearly higher than its surroundings, and you can clearly see the castle below. Albrecht grabs Rosamund's hand and sits on the right rock.
Richard and Einhart, who were following from afar, stopped and looked this way.
Albrecht glances back at them, turning his gaze to Rosamund.
“If it weren't for them, I'd attack them right now. Good luck with that. ”
Rosamund smiles as if it were the same.
“You're talking nonsense again. ”
Albrecht grins and grabs her shoulder and hugs her. Rosamund was taller than most women in the world, but he was always small to Albrecht.
Albrecht looks at her lovingly, sweeping Rosamund's beautiful silver hair with his other hand. The sun shines like his blonde hair.
She had her hair tied back and her clothes were unpretentious. Unlike Maria who loves to wear dresses, Rosamund was primarily wearing an active dress.
But unlike the clothes I wore when I was at war with Albrecht or on my adventure to catch dragons, it was made of an unparalleled quality.
In Albrecht's arms, Rosamund looked over at the Sultan Palace and said, A smile disappeared from her mouth. But it wasn't a particularly depressing look, and I was just bold.
“Boy or girl? ”
Rosamund speaks. You mean Mary.
“Well, frankly, I don't care. You're half my soul. ”
Rosamund lowers his eyes slightly, but his silver, elongated lashes look too pretty for Albrecht.
In fact, Rosamund's beauty remained. Albrecht and four years old, she was now 26 years old, but she looked like she was still in her late teens.
On the outside, he looked younger than 24-year-old Mary, and looked like Albrecht and his older brother were growing old.
The wind blows over the ridge and passes by the couple. It is a sudden spring since March, but it is a little cold on the high ground.
Albrecht shrugs, and Rosamund stretches out his arms and gently bends Albrecht's waist.
Albrecht hesitates to talk about a letter from Westard he had seen before.
It was because I didn't know what she would do if I spoke up. I felt like I was going to leave immediately.
“Hey, you know, Rose, you know a guy named Wesard, right? A person? Anyway. ”
It is said to be an Elven letter, but I have never seen Weska with Albrecht's own eyes, so I did not claim to be an Elf.
“The dragon once said, Maybe he's my nephew. ”
In fact, both Albrecht and Rosamund were descendants between Kaijerius and Weska, who became mortal. In other words, Albrecht and Rosamund were very distant relatives with the same ancestors.
Kaigerius, who was a gold dragon, reconciled to man, and Westard, who was a silver dragon, reconciled to elves. And, uh, Wesard is still alive.
After Albrecht was defeated by a dragon, Wesard appeared in Albrecht's dream, but Albrecht could not remember. I just assumed Rosamund's last name would be Weska, her ancestor.
“What if he's still alive? ”
Rosamund looks at his husband, slightly away from Albrecht, in a strange voice.
“What are you talking about? ”
Albrecht glances at Rosamund for no reason and thinks it is impossible to undo what he has already said.
Rosamund was quite stubborn and would never let go once asked.
“A long time ago, before the trial of the merchants of Lucretia, the Mikaele family came to see me. I'm showing you something called an Elven Letter, but I sprayed Lantern with some powder and wrote an ancient language in the air as if the flames were still alive. It's magic, after all. Achylia read it to me for a while, but the last thing she said was," It's definitely Weska. "And, uh, he mentioned us for a second. ”
Rosamund's eyes widen.
“Why are you telling me this now? No, what was that about? ”
He was the strongest man in the world, but he could not win against his mother and Rosamund. Albrecht grumbled and said as if he had sinned.
It's not a crime to keep it a secret, but Wesard is her ancestor, and there was a brief mention of Rosamund that I had been hiding.
I don't know what the arrangement was with Wesard, but the contents of the letter were in my head. Albrecht recited the letter to Rosamund exactly as it had written.
At first, Rosamund listened to the letter with a serious expression, but his expression gradually distorted, and he began to cry.
It was definitely a letter sent to Albrecht, but it felt like it was written for him somehow.
‘Happiness becomes unhappiness and unhappiness becomes happiness, there is no need to compare it to each other in the flow of life that makes a thousand variations. Every moment is a lasting reason.’ I finally shed tears.
“Hm, are you okay? ”
Albrecht was baffled by Rosamund's tears. I don't think that's very moving.
Rosamund stops crying after a long time. Albrecht wipes her tears with a puzzled, soft hand.
She smiles and looks up at Albrecht.
“Every moment with you, Albert, is precious to me. Happiness is not far away. ”
Rosamund had originally known with his mind that every moment with Albrecht was happy, but reality made him sometimes depressed.
But what answer should he get from his great-grandfather? Wescade reminded me that not forcing happiness, but the pain and joy of moments are both precious.
“Him, right? Haha, so am I. Every moment with you makes me happy. ”
Albrecht hates cloudy words in the beginning, and he understands what the subject means, but he doesn't touch his heart that much. I just roughly empathized with Rosamund.
But it was true that every moment with Rosamund was happy.
While running the kingdom, Albrecht felt calmer and scarier, but he was always pure in front of Rosamund.
Rosamund stroked his face, lovingly looking at his husband's embarrassment. Then I put him back in Albrecht's arms.
“Do you really think he'll come? He said he'd unravel the thread that's tied to me. What does that mean? ”
Rosamund had never seen Westard, but he felt admired and idolized for some reason after hearing the contents of the letter. I felt overwhelmed just thinking about Wesard.
“I don't know. But if you're thinking of breaking us up, I'll kill you. ”
Rosamund grimaces, slightly pinching Albrecht's thigh. My thighs are hard as a rock, so I can't get enough weight. Albrecht grumbles.
“Oh, it hurts. I'm joking. He'll see us any day now. The Wizard wouldn't lie. ”
Albrecht had never seen a wizard before and said with prejudice. But I was really confident that Westard would come for them at any moment.
Albrecht holds Rosamund tighter, slightly grasping her chest with a pinch of vengeance. Yena says it's big now.
Rosamund turns his head, furious, to see where Richard and Einhardt are. They were staring at themselves. She smacks Albrecht in the face with a carrot.
Albrecht smiles faintly, feeling Rosamund's thin hands on his firm chest.
“Hahaha! You can't just pinch your husband like that! ”
Then he took Rosamund in his arms and ran into the castle like lightning.
It was obvious what the two of them were going to do, so Richard and Einhardt were just there looking down at the castle.
When someone gets older, Albrecht realizes that time is fast, but at the age of thirty.
I haven't been too busy buying it since Sigmund became a martyr, but time has passed as soft wine drinks down my throat.
In the meantime, the king has taken matters into his own hands, but there are no problems that need to be addressed. All were processed on the Sigmund line.
There was a remarkable case among them, where a rich widow Earl was murdered.
The existing world has no territory and without power, it is a curse to have a lot of money.
But Albrecht built a royal family in Wrightingen, and there were a lot of rich people.
The Earl was one of them. But what can an ill-educated person do with that kind of money? She just threw a big party all day long in her big mansion.
Her privacy was compromised, and the background of her murder was political.
The disturbance in her life was horrifying enough, but she was a nobleman, and she was quite a celebrity in the royal family, so the murder shocked her.
Since the crowd was shaken, Albrecht sent special instructions to finish the case quickly.
Zigmunt has taken care of everything else first and then taken over the case. And we caught the perpetrator as fast as we could in this age.
The killer was the wife of a man who was having an affair with the Earl. He was a nobleman, so he was beheaded in public.
Albrecht would have let the soldiers go once, then he would have avoided innocent people. The investigation of Zigmund was quick and accurate and clean.
Zigmunt has been a separate intelligence organization under his command for a long time. If the best in the battlefield are the Lizen Knights, the best in the back alley are the Knights of Sigmund.
So Albrecht captures the heart of the kingdom, and Zigmunt captures the system.
The royal population grew rapidly, breaking through 100,000 people and continuing to grow. The vast majority of the population were those who lost their homes to the ruins of war or bandits.
The 100,000 was like how cruel the world was to the powerless, and how many of them there were.
They were basically beggars, and they were banished from any village or territory, but Albrecht accepted them all and turned them into production populations.
He took a low interest loan from the royal family and settled down, did public works or farmed around the royal family.
Identity existed, it was a world of hierarchy, but there were still thousands of years left to chant about that inequality. First of all, I had to eat and live.
People celebrated the great king Albrecht with abundance that they could not even dream of.
In the Amphitheater, the theaters performed, mostly because Albrecht beat Amazon or caught a dragon.
It was not a particularly entertaining world, and it was mostly people who lived only in the countryside, so when I saw the play, my eyes widened. And I really felt confident in the field of history.
It was much before I wore gold armor when I was fighting Amaz, but the role of Albrecht graciously rebuked him in cardboard modeled after gold armor.
Simple people used to feel Qataris there. despite the fact that he and Amas had gotten along quite well.
“You! Evil pagan devil king! My axe is bloodthirsty! I will soothe my axe with your blood! ”
“Kuhaha! Are you going to stand up to me for 10,000?!" Foolish Albrecht! I will take you captive and slaughter you myself! ”
Despite the childish lines and the clumsy acts, people fell in love with the play. Soon after the roles of Albrecht and Amas came to a close, Amas ran away.
“Whoa!”
“Amas is no match for us! ”
“Long live the king! ”
They were really naive. However, over time, the level might increase.
As time went on, summer came and fall came again. The cool autumn winds of October made all the sweaty workers and the leisurely nobles walking through the garden feel good.
And the second of Albrecht and Mary were born. Again, the midwives said they had never seen Sundanese. The second was a daughter, named Anna. Her eyes are dark, like Mary's.
The sun changed and March came again. Albrecht turned 31, and Maria became pregnant again. It's been about five months since Anna was born. Albrecht was fearful and respectful of Mary.
Once again, a year of Iran flowed along the Blitz River to the south. As the sun changed and January came back, Maria was still in full swing. She was also a daughter, named Carolina.
Of the seven brothers and sisters, Albrecht was alone, and the rest were all women.
Albrecht often strolled in the gardens of the Sultan Palace with Elizabeth, who would soon be three years old.
Along the way, Albrecht slowly walked through the garden, following Elizabeth's fiddle.
I didn't hold my daughter, I made her walk. If you feel like you're exerting your strength sometimes, you just sit on the bench and relax together.
Elizabeth sits at a distance from Albrecht. In the quiet garden, a woman sits on a bench and takes on the fresh breath of the garden.
Elizabeth glances at Albrecht, shaking her hands for no reason, and does not come close. At a distance, the guards looked at the king and the princess indifferently.
Since Elizabeth spends most of her time with the nanny, this young child has rather troubled her parents. Albrecht thought he should see his daughter more often.
The proposal is to negotiate whether the pressures against the Veles royal family through Reynald have paid off and whether the marriage with Richard has been rejected.
By the end of the negotiations, Albrecht was 32 years old again in March.
The Kalnitz Cathedral is far from complete, but we cannot postpone the immediate service for long, so we decided to complete only the interior and call on the lords from all over the country.
I told you to make sure the defenses in the territory are guarded during the year, because there will be an immediate meal inside.
It became a spring in April. Even with the warm spring breeze, some horses were carried by a fierce northwind.
“Here comes the boy hero Ragnar! ”
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