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

Maximilian is embarrassed by the appearance of a brother who has changed so much.

"I just nailed it. "

The prince was a very willing face. It was only because of the soldiers who had waited, that I had so deep an eye for my brother.

"Brother."

Maximilian can't stand the awkwardness.

"Many soldiers are exhausted as they travel through the blizzard. "

"I see."

The first prince, who returned to his prideful gaze, welcomed the reinforcements.

"Welcome to Winter Castle. "

A prince who welcomed him as a lord, rangers who swung their swords, and a historic fortress that rose high behind him.

No matter what he looks like, Maximilian admires it.

It would have been a pretty impressive sight to remember if it hadn't been for the bodies everywhere.

"Follow me."

The prince turned around and walked amongst the corpses.

Maximilian hesitates. He follows the steps.

"Oops."

Suddenly, a strong odor, a macabre smell that burns the corpse, burns the nose. Chimi moves forward with a hiccup of nausea, and there is a continuous sound of vomiting in the back of the line.

Looking back, the faces of the knights and soldiers shrug. Experienced silver fox mercenary commanders and mercenaries were also weary.

The reinforcements' body wasn't a word.

Maximilian pretends to be delirious.

"There must have been a battle. "

At the end of the day, the prince said, "It's not a big deal."

"Uh, three days ago. "

One prince did not look back and added a word.

"You'll get used to it soon. "

That doesn't really sound like anything.

How many hundreds of corpses do you have to fight to feel nothing in front of your eyes?

Maximilian has a rather tiresome face, so the lesser Ranger commander stands up and consoles him.

"After a couple of encounters with the living Orcs, those who are dying like that will look even prettier. "

It didn't seem comforting at all.

"Those are the people who came out of the middle of you. "

The prince said a word.

Choro's men and dozens of knights stood before the gate.

The rangers who were in charge of guidance ran forward and raised the throne and stood behind it. Choro's knight stepped forward and listened lightly. "I salute the Leonberger royal family. Valrhad's veil."

"I salute the shield that blocks the northern winds. I am honored to meet the Noble Priestess of the Kingdom, the shield against the North Wind. It's Maximilian."

"Thank you infinitely for the fact that the royal family has not forgotten the harshness of winter. "

"I'm sorry I'm so late. "

A top-notch greeting approaches, and the prince next to him tugs and touches the Ranger platoon commander. Ranger platoon leader pulls the horn out of his arms and bites his mouth.

Buoooooo.

The sound of the trumpet was terrifying and countless flags were erected over the walls. The spear and knife appeared in unison.

Under it were soldiers of the Winter Castle.

Chuck.

"Welcome to Ballerhard! "

"Salute the royal and unchanging friendship! "

The welcoming ceremony became a touching face for Maximilian, even though the situation was a difficult one. Erchim Kiringer, who was by his side, snorted.

The snowy Maximilian nods and shouts, looking over the wall.

"A sea of gratitude on behalf of the royal family for your struggle, dedication and sacrifice! Salute the men of Ballerhard! "

A gloomy answer echoed from the winter castle that planted the manna. Soldiers shouted.

"Then let's go inside. "

* *

"Your Majesty. ''

Maximilian is releasing the Admiral and someone is coming. It was Herchim Kiringer, deputy commander of the Wire Magnetic Corps.

I noticed something to say.

"Have you seen the glottis? "

Erchim asked me to talk to you about it.

"It seemed like a trace of urgent repairs to the plates here and there. "

"You've seen it well. Looks like the glottis was pierced. "

Maximilian's expression hardened at the words.

I had already guessed when I saw the bodies spread out in front of the castle, but I never imagined they would reach such an urgent border that even the gate would be pierced.

"It seems that the situation is much worse than expected. "

"The faces of the Baldheads are not so dark..."

There was a big battle just three days ago. A lot of people would have died in Philly. Nevertheless, Captain Ranger was cheerful, and there was no shade on the Count's face.

It was incomprehensible for Maximilian.

"Let's keep an eye on it a little bit longer. We don't have enough information yet. "

It seemed somewhat time-consuming to fully understand this aggravating situation.

Erchim, who nodded, asked as if he had just remembered.

"How did you do better than that? It's been a long time, hasn't it? "

"It's just embarrassing. "

Maximilian adds a word with a confused face.

"But I could tell the extent to which the Holy Spirit was not the same as the rumors. "

I was a brother, but I didn't get a chance to meet him. My father didn't want it, and the situation didn't follow. It was just a rumor that I heard about my brother floating in the palace.

Fearful, incompetent, ruthless, wretched, that was the brother I heard through the rumors.

But Wengirl. The brother I met a long time ago was completely different from the rumor.

He was buried with blood all over his body, walking between piles of corpses, and nowhere did he see the rumored coward. I could see that the brother was not just a ruthless and incompetent wreck, as rumored, when I looked at the coarse, well-respected northern men like my own.

"By the way, Lord Herchim doesn't seem surprised. "

"A day ago, His Royal Highness visited the castle of Wiresa. I had the opportunity to meet His Royal Highness. "

Herchim told me what happened between the wire lions and the prince.

"Until the day he left the castle, he had not lost a single prince. "

After less than half a year of learning swords, Erhim laughed.

"Today, His Royal Highness seems to have made more progress than ever before. "

After an unexpected evaluation, Maximilian wears off his face full of surprises. He asked why that had not been said.

"The First Prince did not want rumors to come out. "

Maximilian is immersed in thought.

People don't change when they get dizzy, but people don't change all of a sudden.

In any case, however, there was no difference between the originating and the endocrine. That's because that's the quality that's been set since I was born.

It didn't make any sense to have a talent that wasn't there in the morning.

So Maximilian came up with another assumption. It was a much more convincing and sensible assumption than assuming that suddenly talent and objects had changed.

"It's easier to hide what's there than to make something that's not there. "

Erchim asked himself,

"What did you say? "

"Oh, by myself. "

Maximilian is quite stubborn.

I wasn't sure yet. I had to watch a little more.

The winter in the north was long, and he would stay here until the season was over. I never had enough time to find the answer.

Herchim Kiringer went back.

There was somewhat time left until the welcome dinner, during which time Maximilian intended to take a full break. I couldn't be helpless in front of the brains of the Winter Castle for the first time.

But unfortunately, there was a disturber.

The door opens before it responds to the sound of thumping, harsh knocking. A frown burst out of the door and smiled.

"Right here. "

The brother of Maximilian, the first prince.

The brother, who came into the room without permission, sat in a furry chair.

"Do you have anything to say? "

"Not that. "

I was wondering if there was anything else I could do, but it's not.

But it was true.

The brother sat in the chair and looked at himself quietly. I didn't say a word.

No matter how awkward it was, Maximilian felt uncomfortable as if he was sitting in a spine chair. Even though I coughed a few times and noticed it, my brother was a floating point.

I said I had to rest openly because I couldn't stand it, but I was told to rest instead of paying attention to myself.

"It really resembles. "

After a while, a brother who opened his mouth said something unexpected.

He looks like his father. I've never heard of that. Maximilian raises his head.

No, the brother's eyes were more burdensome than that.

The unfathomable affection contained in it felt like I was naked if I looked at the transparent eye as if I were looking inside.

"What about this place? Is there anything you're uncomfortable with compared to the Royal Palace? "

The fortress of the HangChang exhibition, its poverty and discomfort will be unspeakable. I was counting them all, but I asked a question that I wouldn't have to ask to tell the awkwardness.

"I love it. "

But the answer was surprising.

"Well, is that so? "

"Uh, there's a lot of fighting here. There are a lot of monsters. "

Is that a good thing? Or do you mean no?

Whether he couldn't understand the context or not, Maximilian felt like his head was getting bruised in the flow.

Maybe I'm just as familiar as this. I've never been so awkward and uncomfortable with so many nobles.

Knock, knock.

"Dinner is ready. "

It's so nice to hear from someone outside the door. Maximilian woke up.

"You were hungry. "

I ignored the brother's words that I couldn't find until I washed my eyes and looked for him.

When I went to the dining room, Count Balahard and other cerebral ministers of the Winter Castle were present. They got up and introduced themselves.

Jaw.

I'm greeting HangChang, and a dish pops up in front of me.

"There's so much to say about catching someone who's come a long way. Let us eat first. "

The troublemaker said, "Here comes my brother, give me the plate."

Surprised by Anhamun's attitude, Maximilian looks around. I saw Count Balahard nodding his head and commanders sitting on the road without hesitation.

No one was upset.

"What's the matter with you taking care of someone else? "

Only Count Balahard said it was a big deal.

Neither he nor his brother cared. I was just pulling down some of the plates on the table and putting them in front of my brother.

"Brother. Others..."

Tirgo gradually restored the dishes.

The brother who saw him complained that he looked just like the frustrated one.

* *

Maximilian was furious.

It was confusing to see whether rice went into the nose or into the mouth in the eyes of the brothers who followed throughout the meal.

"Eat it when you can. Otherwise you'll regret it later. "

I would have stopped eating immediately if it had not been for nothing.

After all, a lot of supper was finally over.

"What's the situation? On the way back, it looked like there were over a thousand dead bodies spread out near the wall. "

When Maximilian inquired about the situation, the atmosphere of the dining room sank in an instant.

"Every four days, monsters are attacking the castle. The scale is different every time, but never less than five hundred of the eight attacks. "

Herchim Kiringer raises his voice.

"If the battle had lasted like that, the enemies would have suffered considerable damage. "

The size of the enemy in the report was 16,000. The simple calculation concluded that the damage inflicted by the enemy was at least 4,000, so the size of the remaining enemy was up to 12,000.

Erhim's face is brightened.

I noticed that it would not be difficult to prevent the topographical advantages of a troop of 1 troop of Balahad, 2 troops sent by the royal family, and 3 troops of 6,000 troops.

But unfortunately, the world did not necessarily flow on a reckoning basis. That was the case now.

"Enemies have not diminished. "

The answer came from somewhere else. The prince, who wiped the food on his mouth with his sleeve, continued.

"More and more. "

It was a very heavy turn, so it was even more terrifying.

"And now it's steadily growing. "

Vincent, the eldest son of the Balahard family, stood up and supplemented the Prince's explanation.

"To date, nine military units have been identified. "

It was said that there were at least 18,000 troops in the nine armies.

Maximilian spits.

* *

The meeting did not last long. The next day, the Admiral decided to reconsider the details of the situation and what was to come.

"King."

The name Warlord, which came out several times during the meeting, was not very realistic for Maximilian and Herchim.

There was nothing more unrealistic.

This was the attitude shown by the cerebral ministers of winter throughout the meeting. They looked at someone and opened their mouth when they occasionally said important things.

By the way, it was someone else.

They are not the elders of the First World War, nor the eldest son of the Earl who will succeed them. Neither was the commander.

One prince. It wasn't so obvious, but it was he who was organizing the meeting.

There must have been something.

I thought I should keep an eye on it a little more.

However, it was not just Maximilian who decided to watch over the opponent. The brother he was trying to observe was also watching my brother.

* *

When I first saw the two princes, I was truly surprised.

Because he looked so much like Lionel, the best friend of his youth. No, it wasn't just the appearance that resembled it.

Even the bald one resembled Lionel.

Fair, good, soft, yet unbreakable.

A potential that is not enough to hear the sound of genius in multiple ways.

"It's definitely not a rebirth. "

Of course, it wasn't completely the same.

If Lionel had the qualities to be the Lord of Iron Blood, Maximilian was a talent born with the qualities of the current army.

He seemed to know why the king was trying to kill his eldest son.

You have such a good brother, you wretched eldest son, you must have been seen as a thorn.

It wasn't something I couldn't understand. But I never agreed.

The modern army was the one who would prosper and stabilize the country, and not the one who fought and overcame and finally recovered what had been taken.

What the kingdom needs now was not a wise ruler to rule the flock within the fence.

The King of Greenskins appears, and the evil fairy reveals himself out of the world. I didn't even know how many more beings were going to appear in the future.

This was the same as the arrival of Nansen.

The fence will be destroyed soon.

The wolves who were wearing sheep's robes will appear and strike the bow.

Scary sheep are slaughtered.

The grass which the sheep filled will not be left.

An age that cannot be overcome by mere wisdom.

What the kingdom needs now is a true wolf with sheep's robes, a monarch who makes a frightened sheep like lions.

I don't know what to say with my mouth, but it was more or less like me.

I am a Watcher who has watched the war and the difficulties that cannot be solved.

It was the end of an endless war and hardship.