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

Until he arrived in the First World War, Kars Ulrich expected that the prince would not be able to avoid reprimand.

I thought that maybe I would receive an unconditional probation for the sin of going to the palace with an unholy body.

But it wasn't.

The king looked quietly at the prince who had left the royal palace without saying anything.

No matter how complicated the emotions in that gaze were, Kars Ulrich could hardly read what the king was thinking.

"Now you want to introduce me to a guest? "

The prince did not notice that color at all, but it was just sunny.

Strangely enough, the atmosphere of the sunken Feud is blackened.

"Ian."

After a while, the king opened his mouth.

It was a voice that sank as heavily as the air of the sunken war.

"Be steadfast. "

Before the prince even answered, the king touched him.

The court knights who were waiting opened the gates of the Great War wide open.

Profit.

There was a man standing over the door with his cloak pressed to his head.

Black fur wrapped over shoulders and a thick cape covering the entire body.

There's something in between, leather armor with iron plates on it.

It was a typical Northern Knight ambush common in the North.

The only peculiarities were the fact that the knight's sphere belonged to a fairly large axis among the northern knights whose skeletons were famous for their size, and the fact that the one shoulder had to be seated and the cape beneath it was eucalyptus.

Kung.

The Knight of the Giant, who looked inside the war without saying a word, stepped out.

Then I took another step.

Finely drag one leg to the floor.

Until then, the prince did not seem to have much in mind.

"It's a little different than the guest I saw. "

I just questioned him a little, saying that the Knight of the Gesture who appeared suddenly was a different person than the guests he had seen.

Bugs and bumps.

In the meantime, the knight of the beggar, who did not rest and made fun of his feet, finally came before the Prince.

"Hmm?"

The ever-sunny prince frowned at the glance of his eyes.

Then I suddenly opened my eyes.

"Standing, no way..."

Unbelief arose in my eyes.

And at that moment.

Ugh.

The Knight of the Geese took off the cape he was wearing.

White wishing hair. Wrinkle-filled forehead. Buying stubborn doors.

The prince who saw the face of the knight trembled as if he had seen a ghost.

"Uh, how..."

The knight saw such a prince without saying a word.

If you can call it the eye that sews dirty like a rag.

"Long time no see."

Then the knight took his mouth off.

A pronunciation as awkward as a walk.

"How have you been? "

The prince did not answer.

I just saw the article with a white face and saw it again.

The knight twisted his purchases.

But what he didn't like, the knight raised his hand and touched his mouth and fixed his face several times.

After a long time, a small line emerged on his face, stitched like a rag.

Not a laugh, just a horrible face.

The knight would have done his best to make an unexpected smile, even if he didn't build it.

"I missed you. "

The knight said with a very distorted face.

"Ian."

The prince began to tremble less in his voice, full of emotions of affection.

It was in danger as if it were going down right now.

Usually, they were full of those who would stand up and support the prince, but none of them did.

They simply watched the prince with a complex face.

"... well, that's how it turned out. "

After a while, the prince left his mouth.

With a grumpy voice.

"Well, what's with the face? "

With a face shaken by the rubbing and rattling.

"Where did you put your arm again! "

It was a scream rather than a question.

"I'm not asking! "

At the same time it was a scream.

"Why is there no answer, why is there no answer! "

The prince cried out like that and shouted again.

Keep your breath up to your chin.

"Where did the devotion go... where did the majesty go... why did it become such a mess?"

"But didn't you come back alive? "

Let's get out of here.

"So what happened? "

The knight twisted the purchase.

Seeing that rag-like smile, the prince said,

"That's what I said! "

I was furious.

"Why didn't you come right away! "

"I couldn't come. "

"Still, I couldn't tell you the news! "

"That was not the case. "

The knight said like a tyre.

"For some, it was a path that could only reach a month, but for me it could only come after seven years."

When he saw the knight with his bare arms and his unscrupulous legs, the prince turned his back on him.

"Come here. "

"No!"

The prince shakes his head.

"How long are you going to be so angry? "

"I definitely said no! "

But it was a refusal to stay out of it without knowing where.

The knight reached out.

Subtle contradiction.

The prince who saw it became a face that would cry right away.

"Uh, let me see where. Now."

Then I stepped on my feet and put the knight's hand on my shoulder with both hands.

The knight hugs the prince as he is.

"You grew up in the middle of nowhere. "

"I don't want to hear it. "

"By the way, this is Yawin's. "

"Who are you talking to now...! "

"Stop being angry. "

"... I wasn't angry. "

The prince's voice was conspicuously depressed.

"Why don't you say a word about how nice it is? "

"... Welcome back. "

And it quickly became a bitter voice.

"An outsider."

Gustave's knight, Vale Ballerhard, just laughed.

Brighten your face as you twist, without further ado.

* *

"How did you survive that mess? "

"I don't know the details either. It was the Citadel of Elves when I woke up. "

The two nosos gave and received small stories.

"I don't think they even..."

"Unlike what they look like, they're a bunch of nasty people. "

"Even if you chew it, it's cool...! "

"There's nothing to be angry about. If it wasn't for them, they wouldn't have survived among the Orcs. "

"That's it now! Nice speed! Someone's got a thousand dollars in them! "

Generally, the prince was angry or questioning, and Vale Ballerhard was gently tying and answering.

"When I first woke up, I had a hard time grabbing a finger. It took three years to get back up and walk, and another three years to adapt to this body. After that, I peeked at the opportunity, but it was not easy to escape the citadel. "

"I'm sure you will. Those damn fairies aren't the most worthy kind of people. "

The prince filled his tongue, saying that he didn't have to look.

"How can you sow, you ordinary elves? How can those who are called High Elves bear it? How fortunate are they to sow it!" "

"I didn't have to. "

The prince asked how he managed to escape the citadel of the fairies, which was hard to escape even with a healthy body.

"The elves have suddenly closed their eyes. "

"What does that mean..."

"When the fortress became cluttered, the foundations of the watchmen were no longer felt. Not only was I bound by the body, but I immediately went out and looked at the situation, and I learned that there was no one left in the citadel. And I walked out of the citadel that way. "

The situation at the time flowed out of Vale Ballerhard's mouth.

I was lucky enough to walk out of the Empty Citadel and meet the Dwarves.

With their guidance, I was able to reach Winter Castle, and I dispatched rangers to investigate the citadel of the fairies, but I didn't know where the elves were at last.

"I came straight that way to the royal court. Whatever happened to the fairies, I heard from you..."

Vale Balahard, who had been talking for a long time, kept his mouth shut.

Then I listened to the sound of my nephew's breath stretching from my arms.

"You fell asleep. "

Arwen KirGayen, who was back then, stepped up and told him that the prince had fallen asleep and received a stretched body.

The prince, who was closing his eyes, murmured in a drunken voice.

"... the outsider. Don't go anywhere. Stay."

"Don't."

"Puppet."

The prince shut his mouth again.

Arwen Kirgayen, who stood still for a while, bowed her head and went to war with the prince.

"What do we do now? "

The king, who was looking in the direction where they had disappeared, asked him, as if he had remembered.

"I can't wait to keep my promise seven years ago. "

Vale Ballerhard replied without hesitation.

"Promise..."

"In the past, I was the head of the Balahard family, commander of the 3rd Army, commander of the Black Horse Cavalry, and a knight who weaved four rings. As Baleard, I promised to support His Majesty as all of them. "

"Yeah, I said that. "

The king glances at Vale Ballerhard with an awkward face for a moment.

The gifted lion who was defeated in the past is now a half-dead man. Both eyes were blind, and I lost my left hand. The legs also looked uncomfortable because of their sexy behavior.

"Although the position of head of the Balahard family, the position of commander of the 3rd Army, and the position of commander of the Forces of Intelligence are no longer mine. "

Nevertheless, the old man did not look humble.

"I still have one hand to hold the sword. "

Rather, it seemed bigger than anyone here.

It wasn't just what it looked like.

"I assure you."

In fact, Vale Ballerhard was also a giant.

"If you have five rings in your heart, and a sack of sword in your hand, you have no lack of confidence to serve your lord. "

He was the first penta-night in the kingdom of Leonberg.

* *

Baleard never left the prince's side.

"That's why. I cut off one arm of Warlord. I should have seen him cry. "

"That's it. Too bad. I should have seen you take down the Warlord. "

"Well, I don't think it was that great right now. After all, Orc, no. "

"I see. After all, Warlord was just an oak. "

The prince then grabbed him and spoke unreservedly about what he had seen and experienced over the past seven years.

"Do you know what that mercenary's name was then? "

"Oh, yeah. What was the name of the mercenary? "

"Vale. Vale. I named it after an outsider. Because of this, the name of the outsider is widely known in other countries. You should be grateful to me. "

"Yes, thank you very much. "

There was no room for others to interfere.

"This is the statue of my outsider. I don't need it anymore, but I'll give it to the outsider because I still have a good will. "

"I don't know what it is when I touch it. "

"That's a shame. It's a masterpiece that won't happen again. "

The two elders gave and received stories of only two sheep all day.

"By the way..."

"If you have something to say, do it. "

"Who, aren't you uncomfortable with your eyes? "

"If you're uncomfortable, it's strange. "

"..."

"You don't have to be so sad. I lost my eye, but I got something bigger. "

"Something bigger? What's that?"

"You'll find out. "

That way, time continued to flow while the two old men had no heart to catch up with the past seven years.

The Brigadier-General of the Kingdom welcomed visitors to the Kingdom to discuss the seedling plan, and the Southern Legion and Knights deployed on the Southern Front sped up the preparations for war.

So, as time passed in and out of the royal palace, a small banquet was held in the royal womb.

"Hey, what a birthday. "

It was the birthday banquet of a prince who had not even taken care of the adult ceremony because he had been battling the battlefield for the past seven years.

Considering the condition of the unholy prince's body, all those who were in a position to count only a minimal number of people were relatives and relatives of the prince, so the atmosphere was not like that of the royal family.

"Oh, I really don't need this. "

The prince spoke with a disgruntled face, but always seemed happy.

"Your Majesty."

Then one of the court knights kneeled before the prince and handed out a small box.

"Your Majesty. It's from the south. "

"The South? What is this? "

"I have only heard that it was sent from the Southern Fortress, and I do not know exactly who it was sent to. "

At that time, Kars Ulrich stood up and rebuked the rudeness with which he was sent before the prince.

"It is first of all important to know the source accurately. "

Therefore, the court knight is trying to clear the box. Arwen Kirgayen stepped up and picked up the box.

"Take it, Your Majesty. "

"I don't even know who sent it. "

"This is a gift from Eli Confucius. "

"How do you know Arwen doesn't even have a name? "

"I know when I look at it. "

The prince laughed in a cheerful tone of conviction and soon opened the box with his expectant face.

One step away, the king was watching all of it.

I don't know how happy my eldest son seems to be laughing and buzzing all day between my outsider and the knights.

The king realized.

Independence finally achieved in his generation, grand victory is precious, but the real value was set aside.

The king's eyes widened. The purchase, which was stubborn and silent, was gently curled.

"That's good."

Idsaro laughed.

"Lungs, Your Majesty? "

The old Marquis, who was right next to him, looked at the king, and his eyes widened.

Either that or the king laughed without complaining.

"Good! Good! "

It was the first time that a king who had lived forever under something learned to laugh with all his sorrow and worry.

* *

The sun went down, and the banquet was finally over.

The weary prince, laughing and chattering all day, was forced to stay asleep and was soon laid down in bed by other knights.

Whether it was a good dream or a deep sleep, the prince had a nice curvature.

"Have a good dream. Ian."

"Rest in peace. "

Vale Ballerhard and the knights who remained by him stood up and Adelia Bavaria, who was sitting on the bed, was dumber than Vaara, who fell asleep.

That's how the night went by, and the sun broke again.

"Ooooooooooo."

Adelia Bavaria opens her eyes as she sweeps through the window.

"Haam."

After making a small yawn, she stood up in her place, rubbing her eyes.

It was the beginning of a day that was not as extraordinary as it was at any time.

Except for the fact that the position of the prince is falling apart today.

"Kick."

The prince, who twisted his body and stretched his feet and arms out of bed, opened his mouth like a fool, how lovely he looked.

"Your Majesty, if you sleep like this, your limbs will fall off. "

Adelia Bavarian smiled small and pushed the prince's arms and legs out of the bed.

"Huh?"

She raises her head as she touches the prince's chest to correct her uncomfortable posture.

Then I opened my eyes.

"Standing, no way..."

She hurriedly laid her hands on the prince's chest.

At a short moment, her expression changed countless times.

Unbelief, expectation, fear.

After the emotions that came to mind,

"Your Majesty!"

I became delighted.

"Well, what is it! Why, what's wrong! "

The surprising prince jumped up to the sassel.

"What's going on? "

Adelia Bavaria smiled brightly as she watched the prince screaming in her sleep.

"Your Majesty's Manahart! "

"My Manahart? What's that?"

"Your Majesty's Manahart...! "

"So why is Manahart..! "