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

Marquis Villefeld shook his head.

The first prince was a greeting that could not be grasped.

I wanted to give you the ball to fill your lust, but you have to ask for the biggest ball to stop tens of thousands of monsters.

As Marquis Villefeld was so worried about how big he was going to ask. What the king was thinking about was the political significance of the prize.

As big as big, as small as small.

Given the political situation that would change since then, that was never a trivial matter.

But the prince asked for a sack of sword with my mouth.

Even if you give the sharpest swords in the kingdom, it is not enough that you give the most humble swords.

If I had made too many demands, things would have gotten worse, and things would have been easier.

But it seems like it was too early.

"I heard you have a sword left behind by a famous master. I can't think of it as a royal autopsy. Would you be so modest as a prize? "

"Appropriate."

Even without hesitation, I noticed that there was something that I had looked forward to.

"Speak without long dragging. "

The first prince did not speculate.

"Sword used by the empire's ancestors to slaughter mineral dragons. "

I just asked for it as if it were natural. I don't even know what his words mean.

"That's the sword I want. "

The atmosphere of the banquet hall immediately froze.

The king looks at the prince with a hard face like a stone.

"You were right about the dragon slayer. "

A tone as stiff as that face.

"The sword that blossomed on my stomach. "

However, the face of the great prince was a natural virtuous face, as if he were only surprised by a sack of sword.

"Do you know what that means? "

"Let the person in need use the stuff that I put in my notes without using it. "

Marquis Villefeld, who heard the answer, closed his eyes.

"You don't know. I wouldn't have done that if I knew. "

I heard the king's voice in my ear.

"The Black Sunbae inherited it from the Sunbae and passed it back to the generations to come, and it came to me through him. "

Marquis opened his eyes again.

"It's something you should never have touched if it had been the black one you swung out of the Remarks without permission. "

The first thing I saw was the face of the prince.

"It's a sword used by the most powerful monarchs in the country. "

I cracked my natural look.

"It is itself a symbol of the throne of this country. "

The finely ground gold was quickly covered. But the prince's face was different than before. It was an unnatural and awkward face without knowing where. The prince asked in a mosquito-worthy voice after a while.

"All you have to do is take the sword. "

Can you give me a sword, not a throne?

"Huh."

The King laughed in madness.

How absurd the saying was, the king was not even harmed. I just laughed a few times and laughed in vain.

But he was just a moment too.

The king's face hardened. It was a stiffer face than before.

Marquis Villefeld understood the King's distress for ten minutes.

He asked the prince to give him the sword that symbolizes the throne in the presence of many nobles. I even set up enough balls to support my demands.

If you refuse to make a request here, it was a declaration that the royal family would not let the firstborn take the throne.

The question of whether the sword should not be given separately was not worth considering in the first place.

No one takes such ridiculous demands seriously. I noticed the prince's repulsion, who was born a firstborn and who has not been recognized as a heir to the throne to this day.

Marquis Villefeld thought so at first.

It wasn't until I saw the flutter of the prince's eyes. Until you see the embarrassment in it.

* *

I thought that the royal family didn't know the value of my body because it was stuck in the Remembrance and no one was looking for it. Because Prince Manny managed so lazily that he could swing in and out as he wanted, I knew that even his presence was light.

But that is what symbolizes the throne.

I thought it wouldn't be hard just to get them something they don't need.

I asked for the throne without hesitation.

Tough.

"All you have to do is take the sword. "

I said the rest of the embarrassing nonsense.

The king's face, looking at me with his evil face, was full of madness. I seem to have forgotten my hatred and anger.

I looked around.

The nobles were sullen.

Through power, I heard the conversation they were having.

I'll set up an exclusive ball. I'll get a horse tower. I'm a royal tycoon in the first place. Isn't that too much to ask?

They thought I really wanted the throne.

No, it's not.

No, I was right. But never in this way.

Even if I inherited the throne, I would not inherit it as if I had bargained with the ball. The king dared not refuse, but intended to make himself give the throne before me.

There was also a plan to do so.

The situation was not my intention.

I saw the king.

It would be better to refuse with a dagger, but the king was very considerate, unlike usual.

It was the face of many people who were worried about the situation that would blow up afterwards.

"Mmm."

The king raises his head as he ponders for a long time in the turtle silence. A cold gaze shoots at me as if I were sitting on my frosty feet.

And a voice as cold as that flowed.

Damn it. I think we should postpone looking for the body a little further back.

The king of Andalusia couldn't give me something to symbolize the throne because he couldn't eat me.

I thought so. I definitely thought so.

"Good."

I was wrong.

"I'll give you a grudge. "

The King has listened to my request.

"But give it to me, but not now. "

A little unexpected.

"After you have accomplished one thing, you will have what you want in your hand. "

Even though the conditions ran, it was a clear yes.

"If you don't make it, the Dragon Slayer won't be your kite. "

I'm freezing.

I couldn't understand what the change in heart rate was in one day, so I changed my attitude.

But the panic was also brief.

Immediately after the King left, I realized what the King wanted.

This is some kind of cause fight.

The task for me in the future will be difficult for one prince in the middle of the eighteenth century. If it fails, I will use it as a justification to officially deprive my successor.

To put it bluntly, this was a test.

Even though the candidate for the exam was hoping to fail.

"Ha."

I laughed at the collapse.

It was so foolish that the king who looked under his eyes ate one.

I thought sitting on the throne was just a scarecrow.

The king was a king, though.

At least one prince who did not grow up, even though he could not overcome difficulties, was able to overcome them.

"Funny."

But I'm angry. Rather, I'm motivated.

I recalled the bet of the past.

The Knight of the Quad Chain, whose crude manna heart I held, offered to bet.

So what happened after that?

I laughed.

I really enjoyed it.

Looks like it's fun.

After waking up, everyone looked down at me. No one acknowledged me, and you regarded me as an accomplishment without me.

It was a fun thing to look at their faces as they went over their expectations.

My heart is starting to pound already.

I don't know whether to call it a wager or a test, but it has not yet begun, and I was already expecting the king's face.

And I was so excited to see myself standing in front of him laughing.

"Brother, congratulations. "

The Maximilian approaches while standing in Uduckerny and delivers his words of congratulation.

"Everything will go back to the way it was then. "

For that heartfelt celebration, I shook my head.

I promised I'd get my congratulations later.

It won't be too late to take it in front of the King of the Frozen Face.

* *

The aristocrats congratulated me in advance.

I've been flattered since I became king.

It was probably a celebration of me having regained the position of a superficial hitter, and flattering me with a treasure called the Horse Tower.

Whatever it was, it was clear that my status was different from before.

Of course, there were those who broke into the king's heart.

The lords who gave me the words of congratulation were more distant than before.

Probably looking at the liver.

If we pass the test, let's fall if we don't pass the throne.

I saw their deceit as they were rolling their heads hard, with the result that they had placed on the poles.

"Your Majesty, did you really not know? "

I took off the boring nobles and returned to the royal womb.

Marquis Villefeld, who followed, asked me.

After hearing what happened to Montpellier, I took the time to investigate my past.

Just so I don't get my ankle caught in the past that I don't know anymore.

Vincent told my father that I heard it, and he told me my past. In the process, I learned the pathetic past of the wretched.

But it was not said that my body was a symbol of the throne.

It was not difficult to guess why.

I wouldn't have told you that because it's so natural. I don't think Prince won't even know what symbolizes the throne.

Marquis Villefeld said it was a tree of my tenacity and gave me a long nag.

Somehow, since the previous day, the Marquis seemed to have become increasingly nagged. It was as if he was in charge of my teacher.

One Nicholo is enough to put you in danger.

"Go!"

I scream at the endless nag.

"Even if your Majesty gives you an assignment, don't be so sure. Consider it carefully and discuss it before deciding. "

Marquis did not hesitate to get up until the last nag.

And shortly after, the Queen came to me.

The Queen was a horrible thing to me.

Everyone in the world is ruined. I didn't feel good about him. No one valued him.

That is why I was able to treat them generously.

I couldn't be saddened that they knew he was dead.

But not the queen.

She truly cared for my son. If I was still in the sword, and the wretched one was dead, she would be the only one who shed tears.

Because of her like that, I felt she was clumsy.

So even today I avoided her. But it didn't work this time, as before.

Carls and the knowledgeable court knights who had driven out so many nobles did not dare to drive out the Queen.

Why haven't you found yourself since you came to the royal family? What the hell is this wound?

I had to suffer for a long time.

"I love it. I love it. "

And at the end of the day, I had to crave for a hand that stroked my head like a child.

I barely sent her back, and she was breathing, and another came to me.

One day, when I woke up from his ruined body, he was the old man who came to see me.

He led me somewhere.

Contrary to my expectation of heading to the king's office, the knight led me to the wrong place.

"You can't touch it, you can't do anything else. "

Deep in the royal palace, a secret place no one knows.

"Just look into your eyes. "

A sack of sword was placed in a place beyond my reach.

My body, which I longed to get back.

"Huh?"

No matter how black I look, my body is definitely right.

Strange enough.

I rubbed my eyes. I rubbed it again. But the sight before my eyes hasn't changed.