Medieval Duke Training Manual

Antoine Toit Bergen was waking up from a murder when the first piece on the chessboard of fate fell. Holding the murder weapon in his hand, his mind went blank. He remembered everything in his previous life, but forgot every face in the past eighteen years - who was his father, who was his enemy, and who was the waitress who was as quiet as the lake. She didn't say anything, she just lay next to him at night when he was least defensive and put her forehead on his back, as if to confirm that he was still alive. "Your Highness will have to take this road sooner or later," she said. From the Ile Sainte-Géry to Liège, from a cursed old oak tree to the center of imperial power, Antoine followed a road of no return and discovered that death was not an accident, let alone the end, but a siege that had been laid for sixteen years. Some people don't want him to go back. Someone insisted that he go back. And the person who secretly laid out all the chess pieces for him had already died on that rainy night. But someone has to pay the price. "Bergen was never in debt." These were the last words his father left for him. Now he is here, after everyone has been waiting for him for eighteen years.