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

I've been awake for the last three weeks, but I haven't.

He was alive, but he was no different than dead.

All I can do is,

I just heard the wheels rolling hard.

With urgent shouts and screams.

I just held the broken heart and constantly energized it.

The last moments of the battle were repeated endlessly with the words of the Spearman in his head.

The appearance of the outsider, surrounded by Orcs, is so vivid. The knights and spearmen who died before my eyes were still good.

I felt like my heart was about to rip out.

This pain is a punishment for being a fool.

I just chewed up the pain.

I was relieved.

I wanted to be king, but I just left everything to the outsider.

I wanted to reach the transcendence but was not prepared to pay the corresponding price.

My plan was no different than that of an optimist.

My angle was just as fine as that of a child.

I was arrogant.

I was drunken by the glory of the past and saw everything under my eyes.

Even death is petty.

None of the many deaths I've watched is mine.

It was as if even death was a transcendent sheep snake.

All the actions and thoughts I did were no different from those of the humorous.

I was foolish, arrogant blind.

So I lost a lot.

And only then did I open my eyes.

I realized it now.

At that moment a new salt and a circle were engraved in my heart.

Head muscles.

I heard a message in my head.

[A new amusement...]

[A new characteristic…]

I did not listen.

What we need to do from now on is not to make a good poem.

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"Your Majesty! "

It was certainly a pleasure for the unconscious prince to wake up. But no one could say it was a good thing to come to him. As soon as I saw his eyes glowing blue, my lips snapped.

Gulp.

Someone swallowed the drool.

Jubbuck.

The first prince took a hard step.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

While stumbling, he continued to move forward. The lords who did not know the English language were in front of him.

The lords were blinded. Earl Hestein stood up and said,

"Thy Majesty. I'm glad you're okay..."

The Count stretched out the sound of his mouth, and the prince's body tilted forward as if he were about to fall.

Earl Hestein, who was making fun of his mouth, reached out his hand and tried to support him.

The prince pushed the Count away.

Zec.

The Count opened his eyes. Until just now, Hestein's bodyguard was in the hands of the prince. Glug.

The red liquid flowing through the day fills my eyes.

The Count instinctively stabbed me. I didn't feel pain.

"Your Majesty. What are you..."

The sound of the horse boils like a spruce and the sound of cloudiness is mixed. The Count raised his hand and stabbed me in the neck.

A subtle sneeze touched my fingertips.

"Huh?"

There was a crack, a hot liquid poured out from it.

"Glug."

Earl Hestein flips his eyes white and moves on.

"Count Hestein! "

"Earl!"

There was a commotion one foot late. The lords screamed.

"Your Majesty! "

Surprised ballerhards shout.

"Brother!"

The two princes rushed and stood in the way of the one prince. The one prince was dragging his sword and stepping toward the other lord. "Out of my way."

Maximilian reached out and said in a deeply sunken voice.

"I'm angry too! I'm just like you! "

The prince took a step aside instead of answering.

"But not like this! Now is the time for everyone to work together to stop the Orcs! "

Maximilian stops it again.

"Consensus?"

One prince twisted his lips.

"It's not funny. "

A voice as twisted as that twisted smile.

"Brother!"

Maximilian exclaims in haste.

"Vincent. How many messengers have we sent? "

One prince asked.

"I sent a messenger once every three days for three months, about thirty people. "

Vincent Ballerhard replied in a cold voice.

The prince sees Maximilian again.

Maximilian lowers his gaze without my knowledge.

"Thy Majesty. Z. Calm down. We had our own situation. "

"Sire! No matter how guilty we are, you can't come here! No offense! It's not the law! "

There were some who feared and reasoned, and some who protested against Count Hestein's death.

"In the context of the exhibition, I refused to convene a change bag without a valid reason, so it was a summary disposition. "

Herchim Kiringer stepped forward and said in an abstract voice.

"I pretended not to know, even though the blood of the Leonberger royal family had reached a dangerous point, as if I had broken the vow of the Holy Ghost.

This is also a summary disposition. "

It would not have worked as usual, but now it was an exhibition. The lords who grasped the situation late got tired of whitening.

"Impossible! How could we have known the urgency of Winter Castle! "

"We have the right to defend ourselves! If you are guilty, ask by trial! "

I heard them shouting in haste, and the prince pushed my brother's shoulder.

A heartless gesture that barely touched me when I just woke up from bed.

"Winter Castle is not a collapse. "

I could hold on as long as I wanted.

"Winter Castle is abandoned. "

But Maximilian was forced to retreat without force.

"Pull it out."

In the words of the First Prince, Herchim Kiringer waits.

"Earl Schrthol. Baron Iaton. Baron Cardein. Baron Heim."

The lords saw each other with a sudden shout.

"Now, you four, stand down over there. "

The lords who were called by name hesitated and withdrew to the side of the barracks.

"That's all they are. "

Prince Herchim Kiringer said coldly.

"There are sixteen human offspring, but at least four of them are human..."

The lords are bored blue.

I only noticed that the verdict had been handed down without their knowledge.

They found their own escort. The knights who drew the sword stood in my lord's way.

The appearance of nobles pointing their swords at royalty without hesitation.

The reality of a decaying kingdom was unfolding before the eyes of the sick.

Maximilian felt dizzy.

Suddenly, I heard a sound. I turned my head to the furious noise.

The escorts were spilling blood. In between, there were green shadows. The smell of disgusting blood and the smell of fresh grass simultaneously exhumed my nose.

It was the Elf Prosecutors who joined in the last battle.

In an instant, the Elf prosecutors who dealt with the escorts plundered the blood on the sword and fled behind the prince.

Wires came forward on their behalf.

"Your Majesty! Forgive me!"

"If you'll forgive me just once, I'll do my loyalty! "

The lords on their knees begged the wire to live with evil. 1 But the prince silenced their plea.

"Ugh!"

Every time he wields the sword, one lord's life falls.

A man who shouted to the end that he would stand trial cut off his chest, and a small man who lay down and wailed became a neckless corpse. A child who got up and ran away was stabbed in the back many times.

Some of them tried to draw the sword and take the prince hostage. At the last moment, there were some who drew their swords and resisted.

The prince whispered and slashed them like a wicked man.

"Huff. Huff. "

He exhales to the tip of his chin and stares at those who remain of the prince.

The lords who became bloody and blew their eyes blue, peed on him. And that's how I died in my pee and my blood. The prince hesitated to sit on the floor to see if his strength was depleted.

"Please, save me! "

There was only one left.

Earl Grun, who had been stiffening his neck with his friendship with Montpellier, mourned with tears.

The first prince leaned on the floor.

"Your Majesty! I mean, please! Just once..."

The prince, who sat on the throne of Earl Grun, who had fallen back with his hands and feet, put his sword in his neck as if he had fallen.

"Glug."

The Count grabbed his neck and threw it away.

Earl Ulran died with such ugly and filthy twitches as a maggot.

"Hoo. ''

The prince smashed his buttocks with a sword.

Frequent bird sightings. I remembered the look on my face.

It was a rather tiring face.

But he was more handsome than ever.

A woman approached and supported the prince. He sat in the chair hard.

Everyone in the barracks looked at him.

Some of the mediators had a skilful face, and others had a firm face to worry about the latter.

Most of Ballerhard's figures were former, and the commanders of Maximilian and the royal family were mostly the latter.

"Antoine."

The first prince did not hesitate, no matter what face they looked at him.

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

"Get the soldiers to spread the word right now. "

I just said what I had to say.

"The nobles fled to live alone. "

The leader of the silver foxes lowered his head and went out of the barracks.

"Herchim Kiringer. Receive the castle of the dead lords to gather troops. Do I have to tell you why? "

"If you flee alone and look down on the honorably deceased lords, will you go out to protect your kin? "

"Good. Hurry up. "

Herchim Kiringer has disappeared with the wire.

The 1st Prince's instructions were followed. Knights and troops of the Winter Castle fled the barracks with their faces twisted to live by the sword.

The one who received the order did not make any objections. I just followed.

Even the new Count, who is now the ruler of Baleard, has been instructed to explain the situation.

Count Schrthol watches everything with a frightened face.

When I saw the prince pouring out the order with a bloodbath, I felt a rush of blood. The nobles who died miserably before my eyes were still good.

I couldn't even breathe loudly. I thought I would make a mistake if my eyes met.

That's how fierce the prince was, and there was something that made people humble.

"Earl Schrthol. "

"Yes, Your Majesty! "

Earl Schrthol was astonished by the sudden shout.

"The kingdom abandoned the north. "

Earl Schrthol's face hardened when he remembered the issue he had forgotten for a moment at the sudden Calvurim.

The royal decision to set up a defensive line in the south of the river meant, in fact, the abandonment of sixteen territories in the north.

As the lords of the north abandoned the winter castle, so did the royal lords of the north.

The only future left for the North is the wretched future trampled on by the Orcs without anyone's help, like the Winter City.

"I do not abandon the North. "

One prince looked down at Count Schrthol with a bold face and said:

"Me and the Third Army stay here. "

The first prince declared.

"I will start over here. "

There was a strange corner of the kingdom where the prince of one country was speaking out in the land of his father.

It sounded like a military proclamation.