I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

When I attended the banquet again the next day, I felt that more people were watching me than ever before.

The gaze of blatant exploration.

Those who were dissatisfied with just watching approached.

They picked up all kinds of horses and served me to open my eyes.

Sometimes I shuddered at the same child, and sometimes I buried my surroundings secretly.

When they sowed and went elsewhere, others twisted.

The banquet, is it usually this tiring?

When I lived by the sword, I was jealous, and now I am tired, uncomfortable, and amused.

The queen looked at me. Without knowing my speed, she was a blurry face the whole time. I think it would have been nice for me to have the attention of the nobles.

I'm really tired.

"Prince."

That's when the damn Empire ambassador showed up.

"You're engaged to an elf."

The words of Montpellier were arrogant, as if there were no princes in the small country.

"I couldn't attend that day because I missed a good viewing. "

Montpellier with a face that is truly unfortunate.

"But how can you be alone today? "

There was a strange heat in his eyes.

Greed, longing.

The company's instincts towards the famous Elves have been widely reported throughout the generations.

"Ha."

I didn't want to accept it, and I didn't really intend to get married, but Sigrun is my fiancée on the surface.

The attitude of treating the prince of the country cheaply was indeed worthless. I turn my head. I look around. The gaze that followed me remained intact, and many listened to Montpellier with their ears.

But no one stood up and pointed out that it was strict.

It was ridiculous at first, and then angry. And at the end, my head was cold.

"Why don't we call it in? There is nothing in the Empire, but unfortunately there are no elves. "

Montpellier teases you with an abominable mouth.

"Whoo."

I held up my statue with a boiling fury.

I saw the face of the hardened queen. I was afraid that I might have an accident.

I saw the king's face. Even though the prince of my country, my eldest son, and his eldest fiancée were treated cheaply, his face was heavy.

I don't know what a wretched son of a bitch he is.

No, I shouldn't have. Even if I was miserable and hateful, the King shouldn't have done that.

The dog of the empire trembled at the pride of the owner of the kingdom and insulted my country.

The King should have stepped forward. No, even if it wasn't the King, at least one of them had to step up.

But no one stepped up.

So I went out.

"Marquis. Do you think that the prince of the land will come when he calls, and go when he does? "

At that moment, the air of the banquet hall, which was ripe, cooled like a lie. I heard no more music, no more roaring nobles.

The nobles saw me. Tear your eyes open, like something big happened.

The King looked at me. It was not as blatant as the nobles, but the feelings contained in it were not very different from those of others.

"How dare you..."

I heard Montpellier's voice. I turned my head and saw my face turn red.

The empire dog opens its mouth again.

"The prince of a small country is destroying the marquis of the great kingdom..."

"A prince of one country must have pointed out the disrespect of one marquis of another. "

I heard voices everywhere breathing in vain.

"Go, dare..."

"Shut your mouth. Before I cut off that cunning tongue right now. "

The nobles opened their mouths to my words. It would be better if it were a noiseless scream, but the nobles of the kingdom are white.

Looking at that face, I thought,

Perhaps from this day forward I will suffer more contempt than ever before. It would have been impossible for the king to have the support of the nobles.

I knew what I was doing was stupid.

But this is where I have to go.

For the sake of peace and profit, the soul of one who turns his eyes from my heart slowly loses its light.

A compromiser could never reach transcendence.

Smaller room.

For they were small for me, and small for them, and great for me. And I didn't have the heart to give up the big for the small.

"Ouch!"

At that time, Marquis Villefeld appeared. I twisted it like I was drunk that day. If there was anything else, this time it wasn't me who flipped the booze, it was Montpellier.

"What a mistake! Ambassador!"

Marquis glared at me, stealing Montpellier's face with his sleeve.

"You need to change your clothes! I'm worried about my precious body! "

Marquis Villefeld led Montpellier with a tremble. As I watched the audacious smoke, I felt real.

It was Montpelliende who turned the cold liquor upside down, Dorier. My head was cold.

"Let go!"

Montpellier roughly sprinkles Marquis Villefeld. No, I tried to root it out. Marquis Villefeld shakes Montpellier like that.

It was a precious sight for the old Marquis of Villefeld to shake Montpellier with a firm hand.

"Profit!"

Montpellier turns around angry, unbearable. Marquis Villefeld let Montpellia go.

Marquis Villefeld looked at me and filled his tongue. The wrinkled eyes contained reproach and concern.

But there was one. Who knows who owns this kingdom.

"Come here! Let's get dressed first!"

Marquis Villefeld and Montpellier disappeared outside the banquet hall.

Mmm.

The atmosphere of the cold ballroom remained the same. And the sleek eyes of kings and nobles staring at me.

But he was just a moment too.

The kings and nobles were staring. And he never looked at me again. They behaved as if I were invisible, and I was thrown out in the middle of the banquet hall.

"Your Majesty."

If it wasn't for the late sigrun, I would have finished my own banquet.

In her appearance, the atmosphere of the banquet hall rose again. Those who treated me as a stranger sent me again.

No, to Sigrun, precisely.

"You're a really funny person. "

Sigrun said to me small.

"You didn't mean to be funny. "

"I'm already looking forward to three years from now. "

Sigrun said to me with his running eyes. After stealing the gaze, the men sounded as if they were breathing.

But for me, that gaze was just disgusting, and I knew that the emotion in it was a twisted fantasy of smiling at the destruction of the opponent.

* *

The three princes, Gillian Leonberger, heard of the engagement of the one prince and the elf, and were turned upside down.

"It's not enough to break the flower of the wire magnetism, dare the elves..."

Originally, I did not intend to attend the banquet. However, I couldn't stand the rumors about the elves.

So I attended a banquet that was not scheduled.

It was useless. I thought it would be pretty to look at such a pretty girl, but the look of the Elf I saw in the first place was more than I imagined.

The pill is twisted.

After the banquet, I turned the knife. Don't let the day pile up in the coming Feud.

"Let's make him a jerk. Or I'll kill you like it was an accident. "

No, no, no, no. Killing is a big problem, so if I don't get my knife in the right place, it'll be enough.

Gillian endures the fever that comes with him every day, thinking about how to take care of the wretched one.

"I will tread on you miserably. "

As humiliating a defeat as it could be. Maybe the ugly figure gave me a dull delusion that the Elf woman might be divorced and choose herself.

It was fun to think about it.

Gillian quickly waited for that day to come.

After the same day of the year, the same week of 10 years passed. And finally, it was the day of the war.

I rolled my eyeballs, ignoring the manganese that appeared on my shoulders with a crude training sword.

"Why? Anybody else coming? "

Unfortunately, I didn't see the Elf Lady who was waiting. The original plan to win nicely in front of her was abandoned.

Mack falls in love. He stretches his sword and sighs with a deep sense of loss, and Mannani says.

"Let's get started without you. "

Even if you stay still, you'll start foolishly on your own, but the fool rushes. Gillian turns her head, smiling bitterly.

Earl Schuhilde Schutgart, the court knight leader, stepped forward.

The Count was a notary sent by the royal family to prevent a backlash from occurring during the royal war, and an observer sent by the royal family to prevent an unforeseen situation.

"His Majesty has identified three princes against the First World War. Is that correct?"

The Count watched the First Prince and proceeded to the war.

Nod, the prince nods unwillingly.

"The Three Princes have accepted a feud with His Majesty. Is that correct?"

"Exactly."

The Earl, with his consent, spoke quickly.

"I hope that both men will prove their swords here, but only one will enjoy them. God has chosen one with his eyes that are not blurred, and those who are gathered here will be his eyes to watch over victory and defeat. The truthfulness of the outcome is not to be said. Do you both agree? "

Two people nodded at the same time.

"Both of you wish to prove your sword and to be the winner, so I declare that the Feud has been established. This was granted by His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, the rightful ruler of the land, and no one can dispute the outcome, as evidenced by Schuhilde Schutgart, the leader of the Court Knights and honored benefactor of His Majesty's name. "

There's so much to say about fighting a sword once, that the prince is nervous, but the Count is not afraid.

"Start a Feud. When one side is unable to enter the war, when it admits defeat on its own, when the notary determines that the victory has been concealed, the war ends. The winner must make a small contribution to the loser, and the loser must not challenge the winner's rights. "

As the Count retreated, the prince stepped forward coldly. Gillian also stands in the middle of the armory, holding the sword as if he had waited.

"Both of you, raise your swords. Please, I beg you, do not let your righteousness be harmed by this war. "

The Count declared the beginning of the war.

Gillian smiles at the prince.

"I've prepared a lot for my brother. Do you like it?"

Soon after the banquet came to an end, I was able to gather a much larger number of nobles than I had originally expected. It was unfortunate that the Elf Lady did not attend, but it was a good thing to humiliate the wretched in front of them.

"I've felt it before. "

The prince twisted his head.

"You talk too much. "

Gillian's expression hardened.

"I hope it will be the same when the war is over. "

"Do you want me to go if you're not coming? "

Gillian lifts his sword. Numerous swords came to mind. Among them, he chose the most spectacular and most complex sword.

I stepped out with my sword fixed.

At that moment, the image of the One Prince came into my eyes. His posture was as sharp as a sword.

But his feet were already off and his black head was moving. I couldn't stand down against the ruined man who cooked the lowly manna heart.

I pushed the floor even harder to boost the mood.

Huh? Yeah.

Clearly, the opponent is getting further and further away from the ground towards the First Prince.

Kudang Bath.

Heaven and earth have changed positions countless times. Extreme pain has occurred in the chest. I couldn't understand why he was rolling on the floor and why he was looking up at that doofus.

"I used to try to play a little more. I'm a little busy. "

Too harsh a voice to call it a mockery.

"Your Majesty, are you all right? "

The Count approached and asked. Gillian raises her body, saying she's okay. No, I tried to stir it up.

But I couldn't say that it was okay, nor could I raise my body.

"Uh, what happened? "

"Stan, are you lost? "

I tried to get up one way or another by listening to the crowd roar.

"As a notary and observer of the Feud, His Majesty the Three Princes cannot carry out the Feud. "

No, I can still fight.

Again, the horse didn't come out of his mouth. It just floated in my head.

"The winner of this war is the First Prince. "

The moment I heard the Count's declaration, my eyes turned.

Body pain and mental shock shake Gillian. He couldn't stand it and fainted as it was.

* *

When the three princes lost their minds, the nobles who were watching forgot what to say.

No one here could have anticipated that a three-principle named after the sword would fall out in vain. Intermittently shivering, the three princes and nobles turned their gazes.

There was a prince who stretched out his sword.

The winner had no excitement, no fulfillment, and the prince was just staring at my brother who had fainted with a big face.

"Tsk."

A prince fills his tongue. He looks around with his head up.

"Isn't that the picture you were expecting? "

The nobles, who were staring at him, were amazed at him as if they were threatened or possessed.

What kind of eyes...

The snowy nobles shrugged their shoulders in the eyes of a strangely growling prince. I don't know why, I just bowed instinctively.

"The writers of nobility have not come to the fight of the children. "

The prince shook his head, and he disappeared far away. No one opened their mouths until he was completely gone and no longer visible.

The nobles did not open their mouths while the Count instructed them to observe the condition of the Three Princes.

I just kept my mouth shut looking at each other.

"Did you really lose? "

After a while, someone took his mouth off. That was the beginning. The nobles began to tease each other.

"Uh, how? "

"How dare you, my prince, not even a few months from the beginning of your training! "

Some people were unbelievers.

"You're on your guard! You were struck by an unjust attack and you couldn't use your hands! "

"That's right! That was a coward! "

Someone denied it.

"As an observer and a notary, I will compel you. "

Seeing them like that, Count Schuhilde Schutgart said coldly.

"If anyone forges any more of my preoccupations with the legitimate battle that took place today, I know they doubt my credibility as an observer and notary of this war. "

The nobles, who were indignant at the words, shut their mouths.

The Earl, who sealed the nobles' mouths, saw the direction in which the One Prince disappeared.

"Amazing..."

It was a dry negative, but what was contained in it was a delicate admiration.

* *

Gillian regained his mind after a day of flirting.

Gillian, who dreamed of blushing for a while, screamed at me for a moment.

"Damn it! You son of a bitch! "

I threw all the stuff in my hand. When he heard the commotion, he was angry at the servants who appeared.

But he didn't unravel a bit.

I couldn't stand the shame of not reaching for the sword once in front of the spectators I had summoned.

My insides are burning.

I felt like my body would burn if I stayed.

"Charge! I'm going to the First Prince's womb! "

In Gillian's words, the servants rolled their feet in agitation without complacency. I have something to say, but I didn't notice.

"Didn't you hear! I'm going to go and fight my mates again! "

I won't be too careless this time. I don't know how I got hurt, but I won't get hurt anymore like the day before.

The unexpected skill of the prince was surprising, but he was sure to win if he fought properly. An opponent's learned magic has no reason to lose by simply pulling out the Ancient Relic, Ring's Mana, which collects Mana in his heart.

He must have made a dagger in a hurry to know that.

I made a vow to grind it, and the escort approached.

"Your Majesty."

"Am I right? He said he'd go back to my house and pay for my humiliation! "

"That's not it. "

A thousand fires lit up in the backyard, even the escort, who was usually fascinated by the feeling of filth.

"How many times do I have to tell you! "

"Your Majesty, the First Prince is not here. "

"What! Another filthy habit, even an out-of-town entertainer! "

When I thought of the one prince who would lift himself up as a recluse at the table, I was not even dizzy.

"Where are you going? I'll see you right away. "

"No, Your Highness. The First Prince is not in the royal family. "

In the words of the Knight, Gillian looks frozen.

"What does that mean..."

"His Royal Highness has left with Count Balahard. "

The escort said it was too late.

"Leave? Where? "

"I heard you were going to the North where Valrhardga is. "

Gillian stuttered.

"Well, what about me? "

The escort bows his head to the stupidity of the horse. Perhaps the bottom of the fifteen-year-old owner, who grew up precious to you, was troubled.

"Argh!"

Gillian screams and starts throwing things back.

* *

"Do you really have to rush this far? "

On the horse running, the outsider asked.

"There is no place for me in the kingdom. "

The moment I defeated Montpellier and Chuck, the air around me changed.

I could feel the hostility and contempt that melted in the air. And I realized that none of the royal nobles would stand by me.

It wasn't too bad.

I didn't know who the owner of my country was, and I had no intention of clinging differentially to the dogs of the Empire.

I'd rather spend time with me and those who fit the match than camp for those pathetic things.

"Are there even people like that? "

I laughed at the outsider's pincup.

"Wouldn't soldiers and knights suit me better than nobles? "

"They are not brighter than the nobles, but much more conservative. It will not be so easy to get their minds. "

"Well, if we rolled up the enclosure together, there would be nothing to worry about. What are you so worried about? "

In my words, the outsider shook his head.

"I don't know. I can't help thinking you're in too much of a hurry. "

The outsider's words also made sense.

At the end of the banquet, I met the king and was allowed to go north, and I hastily treated him like a bean roasted in a lightning bolt until I left the kingdom again.

"So did Marquis Villefeld. There's nothing I can get from the crown. Marquis says so, why are you wasting your time in the royal palace?"

When the banquet was over, Marquis Villefeld came to see me.

I did not express my support immediately, but the Marquis gave me some useful advice. Marquis advised me to build a force outside the royal province.

"But it's too urgent. I don't know if there is anything that spills when I walk in a hurry. Isn't it time to walk one foot carefully? "

"This is not the time to be so relaxed. "

The outsider probably doesn't even know his dream.

The scariest lunatic in the world is coming after me with a knife.

Sigrun, the grace period given to her was not that long.

I could really marry a madman who was slumming. No, it was more likely to be eaten before that.

I've seen countless times how she destroys others.

After seeing the child ripping off the wings of the dragonfly and breathing through the opponent's limbs, she was still alive.

Everyone she cared about came to the same end.

But this time, I'm the sleeper.

Before her patience was exhausted, she had to quickly build strength.

I knew it was too much to outweigh the power and defeat of Elder High Elves in a short time.

The power she has accumulated for a thousand years has been extraordinary, something I will never be able to deal with unless I regain the power of my body.

But there was no law in the world to just die.

I also had my own plan.

If things go well, nothing will happen to a hungry elf who has a madman as his spouse and lives anxiously for the rest of his life.

Of course, it had to grow as fast as possible to put the plan into practice.

It was not possible in the Kingdom.

Peace weakens men, and the sword blushes.

The royal family was just like that.

There was a place to accelerate my growth and sharpen my sword.

The place where the most qualified human beings are tested, the place where the most fuzzy human beings are born.

Where I should have been was the battlefield.