Chapter - 9 Episode 9 of His Majesty's Return of the Clock.


"Therefore, under Imperial law....”

Leonhardt yawned secretly on the blackboard, secretly opening his mouth behind his teacher's back, looking bored.

Everything he was learning now was what he knew.

It was obvious.

It was exactly what he learned here decades ago today.

Leonhardt, the emperor of the empire who is only a child, could have asked a question that would have inspired his teacher here if he had decided to.

But instead of teasing the innocent teacher, Leonhardt began to obsess over scribbling on the corner of the book pretending to concentrate on the class.

"Therefore, on this matter… Your Highness? Your Highness? Your Royal Highness, Prince Leonhard Tristan von Espedor!"

"Huh? Uh-huh, what's going on?"

"Did you hear what I just said? How do historians evaluate this issue?”

Leonhardt drew a line over the graffiti and blinked.

Then he smiled and gulped a sip of milk.

"…it can't be helped. Let me explain again. Eh... So....”

As I recall, the old teacher in front of me was a weak man on his smiling face.

Leonhardt, pretending to concentrate on class again, picked up the teacher's words moderately and continued his unfinished scribbling.

At the end of each page was Elizabeth's face.

The reason why he didn't reveal the adult's learning he had was simple.

He was not a genius.

If a 10-year-old boy suddenly recited a series of stories that even adults find it difficult in a day, considering monarchism and showing cool-headedness enough to be involved in state affairs, it would surely have been a big trouble.

His learning was already set in depth, except for the wizards of the clock tower who would immediately study him like a flock of bees, and priests who would come with holy water to ask if he had signed a contract with the devil.

Things will get complicated as soon as you meet a real genius or the bottom is revealed.

I didn't want to do that.

Leonhardt studied with a light heart of reviewing what he had learned by drinking up the rest of his milk.

Instead of being a genius in academic terms, Leonhardt chose to train in martial arts.

I had been on the verge of becoming a sod master in my lifetime, so I wanted to start from scratch with a young and young body that I had gained for a long time, but....

"Why would your Highness want to learn the sword?”

"I want to protect."

At the training center where the best knights of the Empire gathered, Leonhardt answered the Knights' questions with open chest.

"What do you want to protect?”

The Knightsman squinted and asked again.

Knights who had completed training were gathering one by one at the news that the Crown Prince had visited for the first time in a long time.

"I want to protect the future empress with my own hands!"

Oh, I couldn't wait to say this!

Last night Leonhardt rolled over a large bed and gloated with the praise of his own thinking.

If you had been a little stronger, if you had reached a point that no one could have overcome.

I wouldn't have suffered a threat of assassination using such a solo, and the Empress wouldn't have died so vainly.

I wanted to protect Elizabeth.

I wanted to see the small body grow up safely and be happy for a long time.

To make it so, I had to be stronger.

"Future... Empress... Do you mean?"A subtle look came to the Knight's face.

"…is there a problem?"

"No, I don't. Then let's test which king's pledge is sincere. Oh, this is what anyone learning swordsmanship does from day one, so you don't have to look like that."

Gulp, Leonhardt swallowed and was determined.

From now on, he came here on his own, knowing what that knight would order.

That's two years early, too.

I was not worried at all about whether it would be possible to go around that large training center 20 times with this small body.

I had to do it, though.

That way, at least I'll get permission from the Knightsman to hold the wooden sword.

"Gasp... Gasp... Gasp....”

"…I didn't think you'd make it. That's great."

"Don't talk to me, don't talk to me, huh... Gasp."

Leonhardt coughed, gripped by a bursting heart, eventually slumped to his seat.

It was unpleasant because my whole body was soaked with sweat.

The Knight himself handed over a wet towel, but Leonhardt shook his head.

The face of the Knights General turned even more "Oh, what?" look on his face.

It was Leonhardt himself who was most surprised to succeed in running 20 laps.

I heard that the physical strength of the age to run and play is scary, but I didn't expect it to be this much...

I almost regretted why I didn't start training earlier in my childhood.

"You can come here from tomorrow until 7 a.m. Oh, my god. His Majesty will be delighted to know."

Leonhardt nodded with difficulty.

"7am? Then I'll come from 6am and warm up first."

"Tomorrow we'll find out if it's true or not.”

After the prince, who was soaked in sweat, returned to his residence to change his clothes, the Knights Commander shrugged his shoulders and asked for opinions from the knights around him.

"Do you think your Highness is talented?"

"Well, I'd be sure with a sword, but at least in terms of physical strength and drive, you're very talented."

"Maybe the first time in a long time that a sod master could be born in the Empire, did I go too far?"

The Knights Commander murmured, erasing the purple energy on his toes where the Crown Prince was a while ago.


"Oh, my God, you're going to bed early tonight."

"Give me another glass of milk. I'll wake you up at 5:30 tomorrow morning."

"What? That early?"

"I'm going to start practicing swordsmanship. This time, I'll keep an eye on Lizzie with my hands.”

"This time…?"

"Oh, nothing. Young-ae was just surprised by the sudden appearance of a frog on her last visit..”

"Whoa, do you mean to protect the spirit from the frog? That's a great idea. But right now, I think it's better to sleep well and grow up. Please lie down. I'll bring the milk right away."

The nanny left his bedroom, putting Leonhardt's blanket back on with a pleased look.

Rumors were already spreading throughout the palace.

The Crown Prince fell in love with his fiancee at a glance and began to turn into someone else.

Of course, the rumor was not exaggerated to a certain extent as it was conveyed through the mouth and mouth of the maidens..

At least the nanny seemed sincere in saying that she would protect her fiancee.

The nanny, who returned to the bedroom with milk mixed with honey on a tray, smiled briefly again, saying, "Oh my gosh," as a prize for someone who thinks of his fiancee as a precious."Oh, my God, Your Majesty the Crown Prince. You should brush your teeth before you go to bed."

"Um... no, I just dozed off for a second. Milk, give me milk first..”

Nannies wonder what to do with Leonhardt, whose eyes are full of drowsiness. Still, he concluded that brushing teeth should be done.

With a big flap of the blanket, Leonhardt raised himself with an irritated look on his face.

"I want to grow up soon."

"…Your Highness is only a little slower than other children, and he'll grow up soon. You said you'd start practicing swordsmanship. If you eat nutritious food, exercise hard, and sleep well at night, you might grow taller than that tree in the garden.”

That tree, I think something happened to it before I became an adult.

Leonhardt nodded his head, eye-blinking.

The milk was exceptionally warm and savory and sweet thanks to the honey secretly mixed by the nanny.


"I really didn't expect you to come at this hour."

"How can a man say two things in one mouth?"

"In-house... yes. The Crown Prince was a man, too.

"What do you mean?"

"No... no. It's nothing. Please come this way. Today, we're going to learn how to detect lightly."

Albert, who is in charge of the Knights of the Empire, thought his eyes were popping out when he saw Leonhardt, who was warming up in the middle of the front row with other knights.

"What if the wind is still cold in the early morning, and he's got a cold? Do I have to follow the black knights and see the flesh of the corruption-ridden little boy?’

If you grow your hair a little bit and dress a girl in her clothes, who would think that face was a boy? Let's say one is an old man with old man.

Albert sighed and pulled out his wooden sword, thinking that he should be the prince's sword teacher following the work of the knight general who was busy.

"Where can you protect your fiancee if you're so tiredness?

Albert, who is full of intentions to make a fool of himself, said Turo Albert.

Leonhardt managed to grab a wooden sword after running 20 laps of the playground with his knights throughout the morning.

Let's get this straight: Leonhardt was circling the field as the knights refreshed the morning gubo and started a morning fight.

He clenched his teeth and forced his trembling knees to move.

Albert's eyes were sharp as a hawk, and when he stumbled a little or slowed down, he pressed him with his fiancee.

It wasn't until he managed to finish twenty laps that Albert handed over the wooden sword.

And Leonhardt was given a wooden sword with trembling hands.

'Darn it, Albert... As long as you become emperor... d*mn it, you're not the Knights of the Knights, you're just replacing the country with the military dance.’

Leonhardt took a deep breath again and took a pose as his soul remembered with trembling hands.

"At this age, I have to learn how to hold a wooden sword again….”

The faces of Albert and the knights around him were seen distorted.

Some of them were pouring water into their nostrils, not their throats.

Albert was closely watching Leonhardt's movements.

Knights were also watching him seriously, at first, as if he were an adult watching the local children fight.

"…Your Highness."

"What's wrong with you? Lord Albert."

"Do you know about the Sword Master?"

"I've heard of it....”"I assure you, Albert, in my sword, that you will surely reach the level of Sodmaster before you become an adult."


Leonhardt snorted. What do you mean, a sod master?

It couldn't have been. I'm sure he's.

'I'm sure...?'

What was I going to say?

Leonhardt stumbled, feeling dizzy at the moment.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Albert's voice grew distant.

Albert and other knights looked embarrassed when the imperial doctor said that they had worked too hard from the first day.

"No, I didn't... I thought it would be okay because you ran well yesterday, too.".”

"You're still a child! You should have been a little more careful! What a waste of time these knights are!"

"There's no other knight like us who knows how much we can waste."

"It's nothing to brag about, so shut up. Anyway, is everything all right with you?"

"On the surface, it's just exhaustion, so it's okay. But just in case, excessive exercise for the time being....”

"No, I have to...”

"Your Highness!"

Leonhardt forced himself up.

Even the simple movement to raise the body felt difficult because his arms were shaking just a little bit of the wooden sword.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't have to push yourself too hard."

"I have to," he said. Don't make me say it twice."

Leonhardt clenched his fist as if the sheet was about to rip.

He is still young, so he will be fine after a good night's sleep.

There was something that bothered me more than that.

Memories of my life were lost as if they had been torn apart.

Apparently he wasn't sure of the Swordmaster, the subsequent sentence.

Have you become a sod master? Didn't it work?

The sense of emptiness in memory was new, and it was a very unpleasant experience.

"That's enough for today, though. Following the doctor's findings, I speak as your sword teacher."


Leonhardt poked his lips, pressing down on the middle of his forehead.

Albert took him to the bedroom. It was because Leonhardt's thin body fluttered like a paper doll as soon as he stepped on the floor to go alone.

"Put this down! I can walk on my feet!"

"If you intend to walk on four feet, not mine, I won't stop you, but if you do, you will be forced to forgive me for being rude because there are not a few people who will run to the royal dignity..." Argh, Your Highness!"

Leonhardt, who was holding Albert's arms as beautifully as a princess, struggled and scratched his face with his fingernails.

Albert looked at Leonhardt, who walked on his feet and headed for the bedroom, while swearing at him, raising both hands and feet.

Returning to the bedroom exhausted, Leonhardt ran to his desk instead of going to bed.

And he opened a secret drawer that only he knew.

A shiny crystal or dried-up flower ring appeared among old coins that boys of that age could collect for treasure.

Leonhardt smiled, blushed red, agonized for a long time, and finally wrote a letter with trembling hands.

I wanted to see Elizabeth's smiling face again.

Thinking it is unusual to write a letter with proper spelling mistakes like a child, Leonhardt read the completed letter again.

Isn't there a sentence that's too adult? What's a difficult word? Isn't it childish to misspell this long?

[Dear Elysium Young Ae]

The dawn air is still cold in the Park Muro/Spring dedication. It seems like yesterday we had a good time in the garden, but it's already been a week. How have you been? Kind regards with affection and concern.The reason why I picked up the pen like this is no different...

Your only servant and love. Full of love and hatred.]


Leonhardt, who sent the letter with satisfaction, finished a cup of milk given by his nanny on the spot and then lay down in bed calmly.

Instead of continuing boring and boring history classes as the doctor said, I was going to take a nap like this.