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Summersect, the seat of the king of Anglia, was flowing across a river called Brighton.
There was a field of wheat mainly on the riverside, but as you head west towards the sea, you see reed forests around the river.
Shortly after entering the Reed Forest, a small void appeared, and there were people all dressed in luxurious clothes wearing swords around their waists.
One of them was wearing a crown. He was like the king of Anglia, Ecbert Westskad.
Albrecht used to go to war in Anglia, and the nobles of Anglia used to think about what they were all so handsome about.
Surprisingly, Ecbert had a face that made no difference more than a decade ago or now.
Glittering silver hair, a short beard, and a jewel-like appearance distinguished themselves from the humble.
Ecbert is wearing a red silk tunic and a red cloak. I never would have been able to get silk back then, but now that the king's way is through, I can get it easily with money. Anglia is an iconic jewelry region in the North, with a lot of money.
The wind blows into the reed forest, and the reeds lie down slightly, shouting.
“Why don't you contact Cecilia first? It's closer to here than Lightningen, so why don't you go to Gouthingen and get a letter first? ”
Earl Aethelwulf of the Company looks at King Ecbert, who is lost in thought. He was primarily in the middle of the war in Anglia and claimed the attack on Albrecht.
“Maybe it's just a scratch. William Changbaek is an avid follower of King Lyssen, though he is from Anglia. I don't think it'll feel good if we go. ”
Earl Harold of Canbria spoke for the king. Harold was also one of the lords who actively supported Albrecht during the war in Anglia.
The envoy of Anglia was supposed to go to the Anglia change bag or to the princess of the Weska royal family.
“So what do we do? You can't just go and say," We're not giving up the military. "”
Then Harold, a relatively young of the gathered lords, shuts up with a look on his face. I don't think Aethelwulf said that because he didn't know.
Albrecht's envoy left a great deal of worry for Anglia. I asked her to give me some time to think about it, but I couldn't hold it for long.
Anglia had a slightly different culture from other parts of the North, and when it came to making important decisions, it was more likely that the lords gathered together to draw conclusions than the king himself had.
Albrecht's demands were a matter of national prestige for Anglia. It was certainly not an easy decision to make.
But the people of Anglia have always hated getting involved with the outside. I didn't want to go outside through the Dragon's Spine Mountains, nor did I want to come from outside.
Of course, the reality is not pleasant, so we also married royalty or nobles of Veles or Akaten in order to survive. However, the obstructive nature did not go anywhere.
At the question of whether or not to raise an army, you are stranded on the side that it is difficult to raise an army.
Then, we were discussing how to appease Albrecht.
Despite the fact that the Weska royal family is related to Albrecht, they didn't even know about the massacre in the north.
‘War to End War’, ‘Declare War on the World’. Albrecht was able to realize his fancy words, and the lords of Anglia knew better than anyone.
How can I forget that I pushed Velez 10,000 in a short time? I couldn't forget what it was like to be the incarnation of battle beyond humans.
The duel Albrecht fought with the hero king between his two armies has already become legendary and has risen to the mouths of the Anglians.
People only heard of Albrecht's reputation and thought Albrecht would be fierce or fierce. But Albrecht in Ecbert's memory was not like that.
Whenever I have a chance, I'm stuck next to Rosamund, I'm being merciful to knights or soldiers, I'm listening to the opinions of the lords, and I'm overcoming evil conditions confidently and validly......
Ecbert recalls seeing Albrecht from a nearby place the other day. And I tried to understand the nature of who he was.
Rather than being fierce, Albrecht was clearly a caring man. But we had to be careful, because the construction was as sharp as a knife.
Ecbert said as if he had made a decision. The monarchs, who were chattering among themselves for a long time, silently listened to the king.
“Only the Rangers will support it. I can't help it. You have to show a little faith. And I was wondering if you could offer me a funding source for jewelry. ”
Aethelwulf cautiously listened to the king.
“What if King Lysen refuses? ”
Then, looking down, Ecbert looks at the Aethelwulf and says,
“Our intentions are clear. We can't raise an army. He and we are allies, not masters. We need to be clear about this. ”
Then he looked at Harold and said,
“You may go to the Apostle. You're the only one who ever left Anglia when he was young, so I'm asking you. Crossing the Dragon's Spine Mountains is not an easy task, without losing your manners. And tell her that Anglia's rain does not welcome outsiders. I'm sure he'll understand. Finally…… take Alfred…… May God save us……"
Crossing the Dragon's Spine Mountains was not an easy task, and the Anglia rain did not welcome outsiders, suggesting that they would suffer much damage even if conquered.
Alfred was Ecbert's son. He was the first prince of Anglia, now 10 years old, and was heir to the kingdom.
Taking the prince was both the best of intentions and another proposal for an alliance. It was the best card the king could draw at the moment.
Ecbert and Rosamund were five counties, and his cousin's son was Ecbert. Albrecht's daughters were born to Mary, so they were not related to Wesard separately.
It was an example of sending a firstborn prince, but it certainly proved that Anglia had no desire to antagonize him.
But after all, sending the First Prince as a hostage was like a dog laying bare on its stomach.
It may have been extremely humiliating, but Ecbert considered Anglia's independence as important.
It wasn't the lords who didn't know it, so everyone just kept their mouths shut and solemn expressions. I felt the king's agony.
The wind blows again and sweeps away the reeds. The reeds were swayed by the wind, but the landscape was calm and exhausted.
The Anglia Lords' hearts tremble like reeds, fearful and anxious. But just quietly and boldly confronted reality.
On March 14, a week before Albrecht's 33rd birthday, a fourth daughter was born. It was named after Josepha.
Albrecht hoped for his son this time because he was on the brink of war, but he was not disappointed.
It was because I thought that thinking of it alone was like sinning against a newborn daughter.
The King also celebrated the birth of a princess in Wrightingen for a week. The people thanked Mary for giving birth to princesses every year and giving birth to festivals.
On March 21, another week of celebration was held for Albrecht's birthday. The festival was held for two weeks in a row. There was plenty of booze, meat, and food, even as the preparations were in full swing.
Over time, in July, Maria became pregnant again. I'm not surprised anymore.
As harvest approaches, Harald, the Earl of Canbria, arrives at the royal city.
Albrecht was somewhat surprised by the news that the First Prince of Anglia was coming. I felt the will of Ecbert, and I thought he was no ordinary man. Albrecht sent knights to escort the mission.
The people of the royal province watched as Anglia's envoys walked along its boulevards. And you gaze at Harold's appearance. How can a man be so handsome?
In the middle of the war in Anglia, Albrecht thought that Harold looked too fancy.
But as he got older through the war, Harold was properly blended with his manliness and his multiplicity, and the sight of it stunned the minds of women.
By the way, the prince of Anglia, next to Harald, had a characteristic silver hair of the Weska royal family and was beautiful enough to surpass human domain.
The dazzling beauty seemed to make even women's unique beauty lose its light.
Beyond people's astonishment of Prince Harold and Prince Anglia, Harold was astonished by the vast, majestic, orderly royal capital.
The king, too, overcame Harold. The center of the world, the heart was beating vigorously.
Is there a country in the world that can harness the power of this metaphor? Harold is afraid of Saab Albrecht.
On the other hand, Alfred, the First Prince of Anglia, just looked around curiously.
Albrecht postponed all the Algewis who were waiting, and allowed them to learn from Anglia's emissary first.
Rosamund sprints to the side of Albrecht with news of his own flesh and blood.
Soon, the envoy of Anglia enters the Halls of Ascent. In front of the Apostle is Alfred, prince of Anglia.
Alfred paces through the enormous halls of Grossburg for a moment. It was not a frozen face, and the silver eyes were full of guns and curious faces.
You take a long walk up to Albrecht and look up at Albrecht from under the hem.
Richard clears his throat and says,
“King of all knights, Crusader……"
“Done. Done. There's no need for courtesy. Are you Alfred?"
Albrecht shakes his hand and hangs up on Richard. Then I immediately spoke to Alfred.
Alfred knelt on his right knee, naturally and confidently, not at the age of 10.
“Yes, I am. I am the guardian knight of Anglia, the King of Lyssen. ”
With Alfred's immature and resourceful appearance, Albrecht is somehow relieved of his diplomacy.
Rosamund can't take his eyes off Alfred. The silver-haired boy, who was characteristic of the Weska royal family, was clearly his own flesh and blood.
It's been over a decade since I left home. I've only lived to see Albrecht, but I'd be lying if I didn't miss him.
Rosamund folds his hands together to calm his trembling heart without knowing it.
Albrecht urgently calls to Alfred with a gesture.
“Come closer. ”
Alfred got up from his seat and walked forward naturally, even though he was facing a legendary figure without any tremor.
You make your way past the commanders of the guard, Richard, Salvatore, Einhardt and Dan. Albrecht quickly grabs Alfred's hand and gently pulls him out.
Then I sat down on my knees and looked at him. The two looked at each other for a moment. Alfred stares curiously at Albrecht's face.
“How intelligent. I envy King Ecbert. ”
All Alfred had to do was say hello, and Albrecht was resourceful. But I thought it would be smart not to see what I was doing.
“It must not have been easy to come back to Anglia at such a young age, but it's great. ”
Albrecht said as he gently stroked Elongated Alfred's hair.
The king was so gentle with the prince of Anglia, that everyone in the intestine looked at it curiously and felt something strange. because it seemed like he was treating his son.
Albrecht lifts Alfred lightly and points him toward Rosamund.
“Say hello to your aunt. ”
Alfred looks down at Rosamund and says,
“Hello, Auntie. I heard a lot from my father. ”
Rosamund glances at Alfred, covering his mouth with both hands, weeping, and hugging him.
Alfred is a little confused, but he gently hugs his aunt. Tears flow from the eyes of Gear Rosamund.
Albrecht glances at him for a moment, turning his gaze to Harold.
“I worked hard to get here. Let's talk about work another time. First, get some rest. Oh, it's good to see you too, Harold. Then go. Salvatore, show me the mission. ”
Albrecht shakes his hand as if to ask you to go quickly. Harold was rather embarrassed that the king was so fond of him. Is this good or bad?
However, the prince seemed to be kept by the king and queen.
I thought, what's wrong? I think I can do this. You duck at Albrecht for as long as you can, then step out of the hall.
“You guys, get out. Come on.”
Albrecht throws his side out, too. There were only three Albrecht, Rosamund, and Alfred in the wide hall, except for the guards and maids who were waiting.
Albrecht smiles softly and looks at Alfred in Rosamund's arms.
“Is there something you want? I'll listen to anything.”
Albrecht was half willing to test, half willing to really give anything.
Alfred looks at Albrecht and replies with an uncomfortable glance.
“I hear you're at war. Please let me come with you. ”
Albrecht and Rosamund froze as Alfred's words did not reach their ears quickly. What do you mean, this? What did he just say?
The prince of Anglia was not only brilliant, but extraordinary.
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