The Biography of Albrecht

The Biography of Albrecht – Chapter 3

Translator: Seven

Editor: Ana_Banana

Albrecht put his mother down on the Lord’s chair which was located on the lowest floor of the castle. Then he kissed her on the cheek and said,

“I’ll clean the stable before going out for a bit. I will see you in the evening, Mother.”

Just as Albrecht was about to turn around, an axe, which was mounted horizontally on the wall behind the Lord’s chair, caught his eye.

This was the Thunder Axe of the Great Hero, Siegfried.

Since Albrecht was young, his father often told him that their family were descendants of the Great Hero, Siegfried, and that the Thunder Axe was proof of this.

This was a fact that filled Albrecht with pride in the past, but now that he realised that there was no real proof or genealogy, he couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical.

Nevertheless, this didn’t stop him from getting a strangely familiar feeling from the axe, causing him to be unable to tear his eyes away from it.

The Thunder Axe was in the shape of a bearded axe, with a wide blade and a base which bent to form a slot for the handle. A Dragon was engraved into the face of the axe which was a style similar to what was used in the north.

The handle was streamlined and curved smoothly in a manner similar to a logging axe, with a slight inward curve to prevent it from sliding off the end. There was also a Dragon’s head carved on the end.

Albrecht couldn’t help but lift his hand and take the axe down from its mount. It seemed to be quite a bit heavier than a logging axe.

Adelhyde called out in surprise.

“Darling, put it back.”

“In a sec, Mother.”

It was very difficult for a person to swing a logging axe with a single hand unless they were incredibly strong. And even if they could swing it, their posture would be unstable. 

But for Albrecht, a logging axe wasn’t much different from an ordinary tree branch. He had been playing and training by logging trees when he was younger, so Albrecht enjoyed the familiar grip.

Albrecht swung the Thunder Axe from side to side, top to bottom and diagonally. Every time he swung it, it let out an intimidating ‘hong’ sound as the axe blade tore through the air. 

After swinging it lightly a few times, he grabbed the handle with both hands and swung the axe as hard as he could, causing a long ‘bang’ to fill the room. It sounded as if the air had exploded for a moment.

Adelhyde called out in surprise again.

“I told you to put it back in its place. Quickly.”

Albrecht laughed at his mother’s words.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I’ll go now.”

With that Albrecht put the Thunder Axe back in its place, before setting off with a shout to his mother. 

Adelhyde silently watched his retreating back with a slightly uneasy expression.

* * *

Albrecht left the castle and went down Hoenkaltern Mountain.

While walking, he wondered if he had dissociative identity disorder, but he didn’t think he did. He didn’t have much knowledge about psychology, but he could at least tell that he didn’t have two personalities in his body.

‘He’ had always been one. However, he was no longer Albrecht, nor was he that minor citizen from Earth.

The thing that made his head hurt was the fact that some of his memories were more clear than others which caused him to feel a bit strange. 

One thing that he noticed during this confusion, was the fact that his memories were strange. Recalling a memory was very different from retrieving information that had been stored in a computer. 

When he recalled memories, they were always followed by emotions. And he couldn’t even tell whether the memory was the source of the emotion or not. 

This led him to feel that discovering the source of the emotions would have been like setting the cornerstone to establish his identity.

Another thing that he thought about was this strange combination. 

A boy with monstrous physical capabilities, and a small citizen living in modern day Korea.

The ‘self’ who used to live in Korea simply fell asleep on his bed after working overtime as usual. And when he opened his eyes, he was Albrecht.

Did his sleeping ‘self’ die and his soul come to this world like in those novels?

Or was he just viewing ‘their’ memories?

What was the reason for all of this?

He ran into some women while climbing down the mountain. 

These women were heading to the castle with all sorts of produce. From vegetables like carrots, onions, garlic to apples, milk, cheese and eggs.

When they saw him, the women stepped aside and lowered their heads. It was rude for them to walk past the Lord. They had to get out of the way and wait for the Lord to pass them before continuing.

Albrecht wasn’t the Lord, but he had authority as the Lord’s successor. Moreover, his monstrous strength and arrogant personality made many of the people in the territory fear him.

Albrecht once again felt anger at himself when he remembered his unscrupulous actions in the past. 

He couldn’t understand why he’d behaved like that.

When he came down from the mountain and passed a few houses that surrounded the foot of the mountain, he heard a shout.

“Leader. Leader. Over here. Here.”

A scruffy little boy wearing a coif – a hat worn by commoners – shouted quietly while sticking his head out from behind one of the houses. 

This little boy’s name was Jurgen. He was either eight or ten years old, but he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t remember the boy’s age.

Maybe he’d thought that his age wasn’t important.

Albrecht walked up to Jurgen.

“Leader. Has the ban been lifted? Ban”

Jurgen didn’t stutter, but he had the bad habit of repeating the same words.

“Well. I got permission from my father to come out today.”

“Are you still injured? How is your head? Head.” (TL: This is so confusing lol)

Albrecht smiled and stroked Jurgen’s head. He was dirty, but a bit cute.

“I’m fine. But what about the others?”

“Uh, uh, there are three now. In the hideout. Hideout.”

“There are three people in the hideout?”

“Mhm. Mhm. Hart, Miguel and Hans. They said they’d go to the hideout first. The other’s went to work. Work.”

Hans had the same name as the butler, Hans. In this world, Hans was a relatively common name.

Albrecht and Jurgen headed to the hideout together.

The hideout was a place that had been built deep within the forest by little boys in the territory. Because wood was a specialty product in this area, most of the people knew how to handle wood well, including the children. 

They built an ugly, but sturdy little cabin, and used it as a hideout.

Jurgen talked constantly on their way there.

As if he was reporting everything to Albrecht, who had been locked in the castle for over 10 days, he talked about even the most trivial things that happened.

He talked about who got into a fight with who, who won the fight, who stole eggs from a neighbour, who fell down and hurt their nose.

At first, Albrecht listened carefully to what he said, but as time went on, he only listened half heartedly.

Jurgen suddenly stopped talking and stared at Albrecht.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop talking?”

“A-, aren’t you going to tell me to shut up?”

Albrecht laughed. This was because the former Albrecht would definitely have told him to shut up.

“I won’t tell you to shut up. So you can keep talking.”

Jurgen stared at Albrecht a bit longer before speaking again.

“I think Captain has become a bit strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Just, just, uh… I think you became nicer.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I don’t know.”

Albrecht didn’t quite understand why he didn’t know.

“Why? Would you like me to tell you to shut up?”

“That’s not it… I don’t know.”

Not saying that he didn’t like it when he acted nice but instead saying that he didn’t know what made Albrecht feel a bit strange.

Jurgen fell silent for a while.

Then, as they walked, he suddenly ran forward and picked up a wooden stick before poking and hitting a pile of straw nearby.

He seemed to be practicing swordsmanship in his own way.

When Albrecht passed him, Jurgen would jump up, overtake him, and swing his stick again.

In this way, the two of them headed to the forest.

The Biography of Albrecht – Chapter 3

Translator: Seven

Editor: Ana_Banana

Albrecht put his mother down on the Lord’s chair which was located on the lowest floor of the castle. Then he kissed her on the cheek and said,

“I’ll clean the stable before going out for a bit. I will see you in the evening, Mother.”

Just as Albrecht was about to turn around, an axe, which was mounted horizontally on the wall behind the Lord’s chair, caught his eye.

This was the Thunder Axe of the Great Hero, Siegfried.

Since Albrecht was young, his father often told him that their family were descendants of the Great Hero, Siegfried, and that the Thunder Axe was proof of this.

This was a fact that filled Albrecht with pride in the past, but now that he realised that there was no real proof or genealogy, he couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical.

Nevertheless, this didn’t stop him from getting a strangely familiar feeling from the axe, causing him to be unable to tear his eyes away from it.

The Thunder Axe was in the shape of a bearded axe, with a wide blade and a base which bent to form a slot for the handle. A Dragon was engraved into the face of the axe which was a style similar to what was used in the north.

The handle was streamlined and curved smoothly in a manner similar to a logging axe, with a slight inward curve to prevent it from sliding off the end. There was also a Dragon’s head carved on the end.

Albrecht couldn’t help but lift his hand and take the axe down from its mount. It seemed to be quite a bit heavier than a logging axe.

Adelhyde called out in surprise.

“Darling, put it back.”

“In a sec, Mother.”

It was very difficult for a person to swing a logging axe with a single hand unless they were incredibly strong. And even if they could swing it, their posture would be unstable. 

But for Albrecht, a logging axe wasn’t much different from an ordinary tree branch. He had been playing and training by logging trees when he was younger, so Albrecht enjoyed the familiar grip.

Albrecht swung the Thunder Axe from side to side, top to bottom and diagonally. Every time he swung it, it let out an intimidating ‘hong’ sound as the axe blade tore through the air. 

After swinging it lightly a few times, he grabbed the handle with both hands and swung the axe as hard as he could, causing a long ‘bang’ to fill the room. It sounded as if the air had exploded for a moment.

Adelhyde called out in surprise again.

“I told you to put it back in its place. Quickly.”

Albrecht laughed at his mother’s words.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I’ll go now.”

With that Albrecht put the Thunder Axe back in its place, before setting off with a shout to his mother. 

Adelhyde silently watched his retreating back with a slightly uneasy expression.

* * *

Albrecht left the castle and went down Hoenkaltern Mountain.

While walking, he wondered if he had dissociative identity disorder, but he didn’t think he did. He didn’t have much knowledge about psychology, but he could at least tell that he didn’t have two personalities in his body.

‘He’ had always been one. However, he was no longer Albrecht, nor was he that minor citizen from Earth.

The thing that made his head hurt was the fact that some of his memories were more clear than others which caused him to feel a bit strange. 

One thing that he noticed during this confusion, was the fact that his memories were strange. Recalling a memory was very different from retrieving information that had been stored in a computer. 

When he recalled memories, they were always followed by emotions. And he couldn’t even tell whether the memory was the source of the emotion or not. 

This led him to feel that discovering the source of the emotions would have been like setting the cornerstone to establish his identity.

Another thing that he thought about was this strange combination. 

A boy with monstrous physical capabilities, and a small citizen living in modern day Korea.

The ‘self’ who used to live in Korea simply fell asleep on his bed after working overtime as usual. And when he opened his eyes, he was Albrecht.

Did his sleeping ‘self’ die and his soul come to this world like in those novels?

Or was he just viewing ‘their’ memories?

What was the reason for all of this?

He ran into some women while climbing down the mountain. 

These women were heading to the castle with all sorts of produce. From vegetables like carrots, onions, garlic to apples, milk, cheese and eggs.

When they saw him, the women stepped aside and lowered their heads. It was rude for them to walk past the Lord. They had to get out of the way and wait for the Lord to pass them before continuing.

Albrecht wasn’t the Lord, but he had authority as the Lord’s successor. Moreover, his monstrous strength and arrogant personality made many of the people in the territory fear him.

Albrecht once again felt anger at himself when he remembered his unscrupulous actions in the past. 

He couldn’t understand why he’d behaved like that.

When he came down from the mountain and passed a few houses that surrounded the foot of the mountain, he heard a shout.

“Leader. Leader. Over here. Here.”

A scruffy little boy wearing a coif – a hat worn by commoners – shouted quietly while sticking his head out from behind one of the houses. 

This little boy’s name was Jurgen. He was either eight or ten years old, but he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t remember the boy’s age.

Maybe he’d thought that his age wasn’t important.

Albrecht walked up to Jurgen.

“Leader. Has the ban been lifted? Ban”

Jurgen didn’t stutter, but he had the bad habit of repeating the same words.

“Well. I got permission from my father to come out today.”

“Are you still injured? How is your head? Head.” (TL: This is so confusing lol)

Albrecht smiled and stroked Jurgen’s head. He was dirty, but a bit cute.

“I’m fine. But what about the others?”

“Uh, uh, there are three now. In the hideout. Hideout.”

“There are three people in the hideout?”

“Mhm. Mhm. Hart, Miguel and Hans. They said they’d go to the hideout first. The other’s went to work. Work.”

Hans had the same name as the butler, Hans. In this world, Hans was a relatively common name.

Albrecht and Jurgen headed to the hideout together.

The hideout was a place that had been built deep within the forest by little boys in the territory. Because wood was a specialty product in this area, most of the people knew how to handle wood well, including the children. 

They built an ugly, but sturdy little cabin, and used it as a hideout.

Jurgen talked constantly on their way there.

As if he was reporting everything to Albrecht, who had been locked in the castle for over 10 days, he talked about even the most trivial things that happened.

He talked about who got into a fight with who, who won the fight, who stole eggs from a neighbour, who fell down and hurt their nose.

At first, Albrecht listened carefully to what he said, but as time went on, he only listened half heartedly.

Jurgen suddenly stopped talking and stared at Albrecht.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop talking?”

“A-, aren’t you going to tell me to shut up?”

Albrecht laughed. This was because the former Albrecht would definitely have told him to shut up.

“I won’t tell you to shut up. So you can keep talking.”

Jurgen stared at Albrecht a bit longer before speaking again.

“I think Captain has become a bit strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Just, just, uh… I think you became nicer.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I don’t know.”

Albrecht didn’t quite understand why he didn’t know.

“Why? Would you like me to tell you to shut up?”

“That’s not it… I don’t know.”

Not saying that he didn’t like it when he acted nice but instead saying that he didn’t know what made Albrecht feel a bit strange.

Jurgen fell silent for a while.

Then, as they walked, he suddenly ran forward and picked up a wooden stick before poking and hitting a pile of straw nearby.

He seemed to be practicing swordsmanship in his own way.

When Albrecht passed him, Jurgen would jump up, overtake him, and swing his stick again.

In this way, the two of them headed to the forest.