TYRANNY: HOW TO CREATE A WORLD

Traumas Brought by a Pitiable Situation. 3

While things went smoothly for William, it was a different story for Albert. He had learned that his daughter was involved with most of the guards in the castle. Moreover, he had learned this directly from his grandson. During a little game, William had said, "My mother is always screaming in her room. The guards try to calm her down, but they can't. I think she's in pain." Those words cut Albert's heart like a knife.

He immediately picked up a dagger and wanted to clear his name by personally killing his own daughter. But he couldn't do it. When he saw his daughter's blue eyes, he couldn't bear it. Thousands of scenes from his memories prevented him from taking another step.

"I can't... I can't... I can't... Frey... Why did you love me so much?" At that moment, he dropped the dagger and slumped into the chair opposite the door in Frieda's room. He sat there paralyzed.

Frieda had only seen him through the mirror when applying her makeup. It was only when he sat in the chair that she realized he was in her room. "What are you doing here?" Her tone was as cold and distant as ever.

Her beautiful face was scowling. She looked at Albert's face in the mirror without even turning around.

When there was no reaction from Albert, she got up and walked to the door. Albert, on the other hand, was completely focused on one point. He couldn't think or hear what was going on around him.

Frieda looked at Albert, shook her head from side to side, and then left the room. Her footsteps echoed in the wide corridors. "I'm going to the garden," she said. There wasn't much else to do. There wasn't much in this city that interested her. Besides, although they were from the royal family, they were extremely poor. The money she had saved up so far was slowly dwindling.

After a long time, Albert got up from where he was sitting and went into the living room. There, William was still absorbed in playing by himself. Albert was teaching him chess, and he had to admit that the child was intelligent. He was already showing signs of being able to beat him, and even when Albert wasn't around, he played by himself. But Albert had seen this as a sign of loneliness, which added to his own grief.

Albert walked over and sat down in front of William. Albert was lost in his deep thoughts, and William, who had come to love this game more than anything else, began their mental battle. This was the first time Albert lost.

Albert didn't even notice William's joy. His confusion, helplessness, and most of all, the feeling of being betrayed, had swept away all the joys of his life.

When he came to his senses and saw William looking at him with a regretful expression, he remembered why he had endured all of this. At that moment, he made a decision. From now on, everything he did would be for the purpose of raising William to be as ambitious as possible so that he could have a comfortable future.

He grabbed William's arm and led him to the training area, presenting him to the captain of the guard.

"The flesh is yours, the bone is mine," he declared.

Matz, a man of great talent, stood over two meters tall and had a dark complexion not commonly seen in the Empire. Since the day Albert had rescued him from the bandits, Matz had sworn his loyalty to Albert. Of the three men Albert trusted most, Matz was one of them.

Matz should have expressed his surprise when he saw William, who was experiencing the fear of the unknown and didn't understand what was happening in front of him. But he was given clear orders. Albert wanted this child to become a warrior capable of defending himself, and he had convinced himself that William would work diligently until he achieved this goal.

Like a puppy, Matz grabbed William from behind and threw him into the middle of Albert's soldier training camp.

"Who wants to spar with a prince?" Matz shouted to all the guards in the training area. Albert had carefully selected the best men for this task, and most of them were at least four times William's height and as strong as Albert himself. Almost all of them had callused hands from training, and their skin was as tanned as Matz's from being out in the hot sun.

Despite their iron will and combat experience, all the guards in the training area stood frozen in confusion and concern, looking first at William and then at Matz.

"From now on, William is your comrade-in-arms, you rascals. You will train him properly!" The last sentence echoed in their ears like the roar of a lion.

"Whoever sees him as a prince must undergo my personal training!" Matz's statement was the last straw. In an instant, soldiers surrounded William and Matz. They were all screaming with excitement, almost begging Matz to be the first.

In the end, Matz couldn't resist the crowd's insistence. "All right, all right. I'll choose." He pointed to one of them, who seemed a little heavier than the others and had a thin line for an eye when he grinned. "Otto! You're up first."

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The next day, William was bruised all over. Frieda seemed worried for the first time and took William over to Albert, who was looking at parchments in the study.

"What do you think you're doing?" She was like a cunning gypsy, pointing her finger at Albert and insisting that she was right, like a persistent street vendor.

"What?" Albert calmly lifted his head from the parchments and looked at Frieda out of the corner of his eye.

"What? Just what? Look at that boy's face! It's all bruised! What if His Majesty comes? What will we say?" For a moment, Albert felt his daughter's concern and was about to soften, but her words made him shake his head. In truth, she was thinking more of herself than of her son.

"This is my problem. I run the city, and I'm the one who trains William. Mind your own business," he said. Then he motioned with two fingers for her to leave.

Frieda was seething with anger, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't trust the Imperial Guards, and Albert was both her father and had a tangible military power here. She realized her weakness at that moment. It was best for her to enjoy this life quietly for a long time.

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