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    Alby Tress, the commander of the White Hawk Knights, was a man whom Ian vividly remembered even from his past life.


    It was only natural.


    “It seems the prince lacks talent in swordsmanship.”


    “Was there nothing else you could have done?”


    “Just sheath your sword and leave everything to us. Don’t bother yourself for no reason.”


    While Heinley, the second son of the duke, physically tormented Ian, Alby mentally tortured him to the extreme.


    Ian had given up the sword upon learning that Alby had served as the royal guard captain for many years.


    Alby, following only the Duke of Garcia’s orders, never hesitated to pressure Ian.


    ‘I couldn’t even dare to talk back back then.’


    The pressure emanating from the top-tier knight was something a mere child who had lived as a serf could not withstand.


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