King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

"Oh? Sir, you've finally come to your senses and are starting to care about this?"

Ronald turned his head, a familiar, slightly mischievous, sunny smile on his face, and even raised an eyebrow at Wayne.

Wayne smiled somewhat helplessly.

He knew that when it was just the two of them alone—or when Wright was present—this blond knight, with whom he had grown up, would never deliberately maintain a distance between "subordinate and nobleman."

This intimate bond, which transcends the inherent hierarchy of nobles and knights, stems not only from Ronald's carefree and optimistic nature, but also from the past of the original owner, Wayne.

Whenever Wayne recalls the original owner's memories, he can always truly feel that unique, almost aimless, affinity.

The original owner of Wayne had an almost instinctive sense of equality and trust towards his peers, especially the two young knights beside him who were regarded as partners.

He promoted them not so much to cultivate his own power base, but because he genuinely felt that "these people should have a better life if they follow me."

This purity, though seemingly out of place in the cutthroat world of aristocratic circles, is all the more precious.

As the memories merged, the current Wayne naturally inherited the foundation of this bond, only with a touch more of the caution and consideration of a transmigrator.

Seeing that Wayne only curled the corners of his mouth and did not immediately laugh and scold back as he used to, Ronald had long been used to Wayne's increasingly calm and even somewhat serious state since entering the North.

He scratched his head, but a strange feeling welled up inside him: it was clearly he and Wright who volunteered to come to the North to protect their "good-for-nothing" older brother.

Judging from Wayne's performance along the way, he was calm, decisive, and methodical, as if he had everything under control.

Ronald even had a vague suspicion... Could Wayne be deliberately being lazy, taking advantage of his family's exile to distance himself from the vortex, thereby gaining the opportunity to improve his strength and start anew?

This thought distracted him for a moment, until he met Wayne's calm, expectant eyes again, and Ronald snapped back to reality—his older brother had just asked a serious question that he hadn't answered yet!

Ronald scratched his brilliant blond hair sheepishly. "Um... you asked about strength levels, right?"

Wayne rolled his eyes.

"As for combat ability... indeed, ever since the later stages of the noble training camp, I've felt that I'm somewhat different from most of my peers."

"How exactly are they different?"

Wayne pressed on, his tone clearly expectant.

This is not only because he has just entered the realm of the extraordinary and is full of curiosity about the power system of this world, but also because this is key information that is directly related to his future decisions in dealing with bandits and other threats.

Ronald held the reins firmly with one hand, keeping the horse moving slowly westward, while his eyes warily scanned the sparse vegetation and undulating snowfields around him, answering questions while remaining alert.

Multitasking seemed effortless for him.

"I don't know if you still remember."

He recalled, "During the final stages of training camp, the instructors divided all of us trainees into five knight squads?"

Wayne searched his memory:

It was a time similar to military academy, except that the original owner's mind was mostly on romance and pleasure—to be honest, Wayne inherited this state when he first transmigrated.

Before they even had a chance to actually fight, they were forced to come to the North...

"It seems like that's the case."

Wayne nodded: "You were the captain of the squad next door back then. Could it be...?"

"Yes."

Ronald nodded, his golden hair swaying slightly in the cold wind: "Back then, the five of us were the only ones in our cohort who initially sensed the existence of 'Qi' during the training camp and were given special attention for development."

include……"

He paused, glanced at Wayne, and continued, "Including the captain of your team at the time, who was also your... well, first love, Viscount Nicola Percy."

"Nicola...Percy..."

This name is like a special key, instantly unlocking a dusty box deep in my memory.

This was not a deliberate recollection by Wayne, but rather an emotional ripple that seemed to suddenly arise from muscle memory.

A memory of youthful days, combining the beauty of a tall, blonde girl with the fragrance of an afternoon garden and the scent of snow hyacinths—a flower symbolizing pure love in the Byron Kingdom—uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

She is the eldest daughter of the Percy family. Unlike the newly appointed Lancaster family, the Duke of Percy is a more powerful figure who ranks among the top three in prestige among the seven central dukes.

The original owner of the body, Wayne, was in the same training camp as her. They were teenagers from similar backgrounds, admired each other's talents, and were naturally attracted to one another.

That was perhaps the relationship Wayne was most invested in, and the one that came closest to the essence of "love".

However, the pride and sensitivity of youth made him feel conflicted and rebellious towards his family's encouragement and demands on him.

In his eyes, his relationship with Nicola should not be a tool for his family to climb the social ladder—he never thought of it that way.

Young Wayne believed that such equal and pure emotions had been tainted, so he rebelled in the most foolish way:

He initiated the breakup and then deliberately lingered among other girls, trying to prove that he was not easily manipulated and that he was not someone who had feelings for someone because of their background.

However, despite his flirtatious behavior, Wayne knew that he had never actually crossed any lines with other women; those relationships were more of a performance and a self-destructive release.

In short, it was a typical first love that took place at an early age under pressure from two aristocratic families.

Like a clumsy child who hasn't yet learned to express emotions properly, Xiao Wayne tries to maintain his imagined "purity" by hurting the other person, resulting in mutual harm. He then retreats into the world of romance, using flamboyant flirtation to mask his loss and confusion.

The eldest daughter of the Percy family reportedly later developed an intense aversion to him.

Looking back now, perhaps his father, the Duke of Lancaster, understood that Wayne hadn't been having affairs with anyone else; he had simply gotten involved with the Percy family.

Thus, the opportunity that was originally his turned into his death warrant...

For some reason, Wayne felt a slight throbbing pain in his chest, but he quickly suppressed it with his rational thoughts.

That's in the past.

Now, he has more practical problems to face.

"She...was she very strong back then?"

Wayne steered the conversation back on track.

"Extremely strong."

Ronald nodded, his tone filled with admiration: "She is undoubtedly number one among our group."

She was more gifted than all of us in perceiving and utilizing "qi".

But as for the specific strength classifications…”