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

The time the Orcs spent wandering the North was not that long. It was only two months ago, and even before the damage spread, many cities could be missed by the Orcs' march after the horsemen of Balahad drove around the Orcs.

Nevertheless, there was little damage suffered by the North.

Nine cities became swarming fields. The nine armies that guarded the city were swept away by the Orcs. Unevacuated citizens have died countless times.

It could not be said that the human and material damage inflicted by the North had been sustained.

But the real damage was the spirit of the undermined Northerners.

What is the northern part?

Countless bloods were sprinkled on the ground until the fortress of winter came to a standstill. There was no land with white eyes and no dirt on it.

Those who couldn't do that to protect this land from the monsters threw my life like a rooster.

Only then did the fortress stand, and only then did this harsh land become the land of men.

Commitment and sacrifice.

For the Northerners, such a past was a proud tradition and a spirit to be used as a gift.

But the lords put their proud history and spirit in the trash.

The descendants of heroes who were responsible for protecting and protecting the people fled before the war broke out.

The Northerners, who were preparing to fight under the auspices of the Orcs, became lost.

Even they remained and insisted that they should not fight, but the messengers of Balahad appeared and kept silent to leave the territory.

Many have abandoned their barracks and abandoned their ancestral lands.

But not all those who had left were on the way to escape.

The ruler of the Balahard family is gathering troops, and the survivors of Winter Castle are preparing to fight again.

Twenty-two thousand men found the flag of the House of Balahard with real hope.

Finally, when they stood under a flag with three layers of shield engraved, they found out.

How long the Valrhad have been fighting lonely, and how the lords of the North have turned away from their screams.

The lords, who had fled cowardly, heard nothing of the end.

They were indignant, at the same time relieved.

I was glad I still had one left.

He paid tribute to the noble bloodline of the family who fought against the winter in a place no one knew, and he paid tribute to the warrior family members and soldiers who had been killed until the end.

They assembled under the banner of the Balahard family and decided to fight together.

Of course they were not soldiers. I have never been properly trained, nor have I learned how to fight fierce monsters.

You can't fight monsters with swords, even if they are men who have made a commitment to fight with their lives.

But with a bow and an axe, the story was different.

The northerners were basically good at handling bows and axes. Catching animals with bows in the rough ground was their daily routine, and grabbing axes and cutting down trees was an indispensable skill for them to overcome the harsh cold.

Setting traps and chasing after traces of animals was also a talent that was not very special to them.

And the talent they learned in life was not so different from the supplies that the rangers had to have by default.

Rangers of Winter Castle trained them as rangers.

Of course, they could not be the perfect rangers with only a short training until they reached the central line of defense. It was impossible to be the same level as the most outstanding winter rangers.

However, they were already in an essential condition, and all that was left was to acquire the invincible speculation of the Balearic Rangers through action.

And there was real progress. It was a battle with thousands of Orc Legions led by a monster called the King of Orcs who had never heard of it before.

Many died in battle. More survived the battle.

And the survivors refused to return to their homes and their homes.

They expressed their willingness to volunteer without you, and the new Count Baleard accepted them and formed a Ranger Corps of 1.

Of course, it was impossible as usual.

Even if so many troops had been conscripted at once, no matter how much they changed, the intention was doubtful and distressed. No, it must have been from the lords who took my people before.

And what about the enormous military expense?

However, the lords who would stand up and protest had already died, and the bloodline had not succeeded fully in the power of the household.

Military expenditures were covered by the base of Prince Maximilian II.

The two princes also demanded a great monetary reward in exchange for the sins of the central nobles who had fled the line of defense. The nobles, including the Count of Brandenburg, agreed to this.

They had to make up for the damage they had suffered in the war, and they had to ask for their sins to the end because they knew that the only dishonor they had was the ransom of the fugitive.

I have borne the burden of war on those who have not yet joined.

Twenty-three of the thirty-six families in the central region paid a great deal of money. Half of that amount was passed on to the Balahard family.

The war was over, but the atmosphere in the north was still different from the exhibition.

The main cities became chaotic fields, and the children of the warrior lords fought ostensibly for the inheritance of the family.

Those who gathered noble blood died without a sound.

At that time, the new messenger of Count Balahard stepped forward. No, it was the messenger of the prince, to be precise.

The First Prince summoned all the nobles of the north with the right of succession to the Winter Castle.

And there he chose the one who would inherit the family.

This was absurd. Normally, the royal family would have jumped the road because it violated the nobility's inherent rights and freedoms.

But no one argued about it.

The Balahard family, who had been looking beyond the fortress for hundreds of years, first exercised the power of change to the lords of the north and then supported them. Moreover, the reputation of one prince in the last battle with the Orcs was not good.

When the nobles fled and died miserably, the eldest son of a noble royal family was at the forefront of the fight.

The rumor of irreparable destruction and royal disgrace did not work, at least in the north.

Thousands of Northerners witnessed the desperate battle between Warlord and the Prince. And the traces of the terrible battle engraved all over the body of the prince proved this.

One prince who became the guardian of the north, the Balohad family, and the Savior of the north.

Even the ruling people refuse to follow the Lord's family who abandoned them and fled. Usually it would have been taken, but now it was impossible.

The people who suffered the war were no longer the gentle ones.

If you look up a few units, there was no house without smoke, and there was no house that did not store the sword and shield used by the forefathers in the warehouse.

They no longer believed in the lords and armed themselves.

In contrast, the lords were powerless. I've already been absorbed by one prince. Less than a hundred are left. I didn't even know the name of the family would be cleared if the people got up with it.

In the end, the lords cried and had to watch the successors who had been taken care of by the prince to eat mustard.

Those who succeeded the family by adoption swore allegiance to the first prince. The war burden paid by the aristocrats of the Middle Ages was given to them in exchange for their loyalty.

With that money they consolidated their authority.

As a nobleman who lost his seat before his eyes, he was unable to pledge:

It was a good thing to be cool.

Communicated in the centre, confessing the situation in the north. If they could, they would draw in the armies of other nobles to regain their place in Gaza.

Some of the villains exaggerated the situation in the north to exploit the discord between the king and his eldest son.

But it was useless.

The aristocrats, including the Balahard family, put more than 20 families under foot and burdened the power of the prince, and only the royal family believed in sending a messenger to investigate the situation, but there was so much lack of cause.

The decision of the Royal and the Kingdom in the last war was to abandon the North.

All I could do was order the clan to return as the leader of the Leonbergers.

And even the prince ignored it.

"When the time comes, I will return on my own; don't look at me." "

Earl Balahard and the new knights, who were already completely fascinated by the prince, heard the story and said that they were very pleased.

In fact, the north was out of the rule of the kingdom, but it was no different.

Several vicious nobles contacted the Empire's ambassador. The empire will never stand by for the massive conscription that took place in the North.

But no matter how long I waited, the Empire's ambassador was a silent answer.

I had to. The empire's ambassador, Marquis Montpellier, was now distracted by the fire falling on his heels.

"You must have reported what I told you to do back home, right? "

"As you said, one Toshi reported incorrectly. "

"What's the answer?"

"Keep an eye on the situation and spare no monetary support if necessary to strengthen the defence of the North. "

Marquis Montpellier sighed with relief.

The turmoil in the north of the kingdom was so great that it jeopardized his position.

There are only two missions given to the Ambassador of the Empire.

Suppressing the feeble seeds who fought against the empire until the end of the past so that it could never happen again, so that the kingdom could act as a barrier to the legions of monsters who might not know whether to go from the northernmost to the southern empire.

Neither of them was a lightweight task.

But this time, the kingdom almost collapsed. It was also due to his own misjudgement.

He did not take the turmoil of the north seriously, so he put a curse on the Leonberger royal family to prevent it from responding properly. I'm worried that the feeble seeds will increase their military expenditures again.

I put pressure on the northern nobles separately so that they could not help the Balahard family. I thought it would be a remnant of the business if I could consume the power of the Balahard family to reveal it and express my dissension to the Empire.

It was a misjudgement.

The rest of the business was too big.

The upheaval in the north was more serious than the Marquis imagined, and the fortress of the House of Balahad collapsed and the entire north became a shameful field.

It was only stopped in central France, but if we report it to the mainland as a matter of fact, the Montpellier family could be badly affected. So I prevented the rumors from spreading, and reduced the damage to the kingdom and reported it.

That way your position will be maintained.

"Damn it."

Marquis Montpellier made a swearing speech.

It was only a few years ago that the Monarch of the Kingdom was discovered recruiting knights without his knowledge. At that time, insider accusations allowed me to take care of things and weaken the royal authority, but I thought about what happened at the time, so far the tale has cooled down.

The Kingdom of Leonberg was a small country, but it has a long history of fighting the Empire.

I had to make sure they could never fight again.

So even this time, I wanted to be a royal duke I didn't know about. I was just trying to make the mission more thorough.

That judgment endangered his political life.

"Blessed is the prince then and now. "

Marquis Montpellier laughed, who had been blaspheming himself for a long time.

The man who sold the knights of my country and helped the marquis see me, this time he saved my country so that the marquis could defend his place.

"I thought it was too incompetent to be useful, but it's surprisingly helpful. "

The prince who gave up the kingdom, thinking he could not save the kingdom that should serve as the shield of the Empire, made a surprising comeback.

A man of this skill was enough to be a puppet of the Empire.

Even though the banquet revealed it the other day, he could forgive me for not getting drunk. He was selling knights in my country anyways, and I couldn't believe he was different now.

"I need to use my hands a little bit. "

The man who fell off the heirloom was the one who would set the stage again.

The prince, whom the Marquis decided to set up as a puppet at that time, was laughing in vain.

"I thought you were completely screwed. "

When he saw those who had come to him, he laughed.

"But it wasn't. "

I found a treasure in a pile of garbage.