Albrecht's Chronicles

A boy looks out the window at the horizon in his bedroom. The brightly shining sky seemed to announce that the morning sun was rising.

A moment ago, he thought, nature held all its fears, mysteries and secrets, but he could no longer feel them. No, I admired the beauty of nature, but I knew that the sun was beginning to reach out to the world from the horizon, that the world wasn't flat and round, that steam was gathering into clouds, and that it was raining.

The boy was confused. At first, yes, he was an ordinary 30-year-old worker preparing to move to a country called Korea on a planet called Earth. I was about to go to a job that everyone envied, but I was tired of working day and night, so I was going to move to a job where I was guaranteed some spare time, and it was going smoothly.

Marriage hasn't been planned yet, and it hasn't been short of money. What was lacking was time, and I was going to enjoy my life meeting a lot of games, travel and friends that I had missed when I had that time......

The boy's mind explodes and breaks when someone opens the bedroom door.

The door opens and a parched, old man walks in. It was an untidy beard and a deep cut on both sides, but the hair that remained seemed to be sticky quickly.

“You're awake, young master. I brought some laundry water. ”

“Thank you, Hans. ”

Hans was a steward of the family. Not only was he a butler, but he was also responsible for the various administrative tasks of the territory.

Hans glances at the boy in a strange way. The boy smiled at Hans and said.

“Are you that surprised that I said thank you? ”

“Oh, no. Young master, I'll come back when the morning is ready. ”

Hans closes the door and the boy becomes a little serious.

It was strange. I'm sure he's a stranger, but if he's looking at Hans, he's just used to it. And when I saw him, I looked down on him and thought he was someone I could take lightly. But the words that came out of my mouth were kind words.

The boy soon stopped thinking and went to the washing basin on the table and washed. I wiped my face and neck with a white cloth placed with washing water, then headed to the mirror on the side of the room. It was not a clean mirror I had seen on earth, but a dull mirror, but enough to recognize a face.

I saw a boy with a short blonde hair behind his ear. His eyebrows were thick, his eyes looked pure and his nose was flat. Above all, the jewel-like blue eyes were charming.

The boy looked at himself in the mirror and said,

“Albrecht, you son of a bitch. ”

Prolog End