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

It was a month ago that news of the emperor's army being defeated flew into the middle of the Empire. It was relatively recent that the Seven Territories joining Central and Eastern Europe collapsed.

"Baron Drang has fallen! "

Yesterday, in the middle of the city, a man named Dragonfield burned down, and the clan was exterminated.

Earl Derrant, who heard the news, said it was a bad idea.

"You, Idrian Leonberger! Where did he go? "

The Count asked Idrian Leonberger for his whereabouts in a stuttering tone.

But the only answer that came back was that he was hydrogenating to the back room, but his deeds were perverse.

Earl, who was tired of being white, shouted.

"What the hell did you do! First of all, we should have known his whereabouts! "

"Well, it's... we're doing our best, but there's no sign of it rising to the sky or going off to the ground..."

"That's it now! I don't want to hear it! Go find his trail now! Do not hide the means and methods, but unconditionally figure out what's going on! "

The Count cries out like he's having a male seizure.

Later, he picked up the items and threw them in his hand and wiped the knight.

"Even if I said so! I thought I gave you the title of Knight because I was dumb and blind! Go pay for your meal! "

The knight who saw Count Gu escaped as if he had drawn a sword.

"Pathetic! "

The Count, who is left alone, wails and hesitates to take his seat.

Then I raised my hands and grabbed my face.

"Ugh..."

The Count groans between his fingers.

He was completely frightened.

The knights who were proud of the family, the fortresses and walls that were raised with great money, and the pride of being the descendants of a historic prestigious family.

This moment was no comfort.

I was told that many of the troops on the front line were in retreat, but the same was true.

I couldn't stand the anxiety.

The Earl, who had risen to his senses, bottled the liquor that was on the shelf.

I wondered if drinking would make me feel a little better.

"Argh."

But fear did not go away.

The monster who defeated the Emperor's army alone seemed to be hiding and watching over himself.

The catastrophe that cut off the eight veins of the historic Empire aristocracy appeared immediately and put a knife to his throat.

The Count poured the liquor back into his mouth.

"I'd rather..."

If I had known where Idrian Leonberger was headed, I would not have been so anxious.

Even if the truth I faced was so horrible that I didn't want it to be.

If I had, instead of clinging to the same hope individually, I would have given up everything and prepared the final draft of the resolution.

The Count continued to inhale the liquor.

Fear of alcoholism diluted a little.

The Count, who had been drinking for so long, thought to himself,

Upon climbing the wall, he draws in his head a vigorous oxidation that encourages soldiers to fight the enemy.

In his imagination, he was presided over like a nobleman of the great bourgeoisie, a great lord who never forgets his determination in the face of an enemy he cannot protest against.

Like the ancestors of the Great Derrants.

I liked the look.

To the extent that the heart of the Count of Hungcheonghuang, who had lived in trust with the family, was humbled.

"Yes, you are. "

Earl made a vow.

Even if Idrian Leonberger comes, he will never be humble.

I will die fighting like the head of the great Derrant family.

Dang! Dang!

So when he heard the urgent bell, he was not agitated.

I thought something was coming.

"Count! In front of the East Gate...! "

"Guide me."

Thanks to this, I was able to tell the knight who came one step late.

The knight's eyes widen.

"What are you doing? Without guidance. The enemy is here, so you don't have to fight. "

Despite the annoying words of the Earl, the knight was just dumb.

After a while, I suddenly shed tears.

"I believed! The blood of the Count is flowing with the blood of the great Derrant! "

Regrets and rejoicing intersect from time to time on the face of the knight, and only the salt of admiration and respect remains at the end.

Earl's heart tickled a corner.

Something choked up in the air.

I had no reason to rush up my chest.

The fear of death faded little by little and finally completely disappeared.

All that was left was an incomprehensible hot opening.

The Earl was surprised that he had such a side.

But soon I convinced him.

At the time of the crisis, everyone looked familiar.

I just did the same for myself.

The Count laid his hands on my chest.

I didn't want to turn off the fire seeds in my chest.

So he headed to the wall without any delay.

While facing the wall, the fire was extinguished and continued to grow.

When I finally reached the wall, I came to a hard place to stand.

"Dear sons of Derrant! Don't be afraid! Don't think before worthless life and worthless death! "

The Earl, who couldn't stand it any longer, opened his mouth and threw up the heat.

"We will fight! I will win! Even if the body dies and becomes a handful of dirt! You will win as great as your soul! "

A voice full of heat echoed across the walls.

"Then history will say that today's battle is the harbor of great souls who have not bowed before death! "

Several articles were impressed by the conclusive declaration that came from deep within the lungs.

"Today we will gain immortality! "

When I saw his face, Count Derant cried out for a torn throat.

"Derek will live forever! "

"Our souls are immortal! "

The knights shouted along.

The scream of mobilization to Mana echoes through the walls.

The eyes of soldiers who were frightened by that gloomy roar changed.

"Wuaaaaaaaah!"

Fraudulent soldiers take the floor with spears and shout.

"Ah! The sons of Derrant! "

Count Derant shed a hot tear in response to that deterioration.

"I am with you! "

When the Count, who drew the sword, shouted again, the soldiers and knights shouted.

The Count steals tears.

Then I saw the plain outside the wall with a spleen and a clear face.

A man was approaching.

He was the king of Leonberg, Idrian Leonberger.

Somewhat dwarfism compared to other articles. Tons of dark red stained armor, torn cloak.

When I saw the man, I felt greater courage in the Count's heart.

"Prince Leonberger! "

Earl Derant shouts in a majestic voice as he looks down the wall.

"The Legion of the Kingdom of Leonberg! To get this castle, me and my soldiers first..."

Idrian Leonberger raises his head.

The moment I confronted that blue eye.

"Huh?"

The Count is awake.

There were no plans to die fighting the military.

I could no longer feel the heat that seemed to burn all over my body.

All that was left was the fear I thought I had completely overcome.

He only found out.

The fact that I thought of it as an absurd will reflects the fact that it was only for the drunkards.

Juju dance.

The Count stepped back.

Furry.

Then his feet twisted and he stomped his ass.

"Count...? "

The knights rushed to help him.

Their gaze was then directed to the Count's trousers.

The pants are stained. Stains continued to grow.

Later he reached the floor.

Nuron liquid was picked on the floor.

The unpleasant smell came up smouldering.

"Hi-yeah! Now, you did it wrong! Forgive me!"

The Count shook his butt over my urine and caused a match.

There was no such thing as a brave lord who encompassed the soldiers on the wall.

There was only a frightened old man rolling over the filth.

Qaeqeep.

Then I heard a heavy noise.

The knights' faces were stiff.

I looked at one place with a firm face, as if they had made a promise.

Just before that, there was a military man who was walking through the plains under the walls.

Each with its own blue and red eyes.

"Huh?"

The knights stepped back.

"Ughhh."

Soldiers groan and sit down.

The walls were frozen, burning with the eagerness of association.

At that moment.

Choke.

Idrian Leonberger draws the sword.

Then I started running along the wall.

Spatula.

I heard something cut off.

Pushkup.

It was a late pollen.

Idrian Leonberger continued to run against the wall.

Everywhere he passed, Fivora worked.

There were countless corpses with torso and lower body cut off.

The bodies that fell off the limbs rolled to the ground.

"Do, run! "

Soldiers ran away screaming.

But nowhere near the narrow wall were they to flee.

"Argh!"

The frightened soldiers begin to jump over the walls.

Cheolpuck.

Under the wall, the bodies of fallen soldiers were piled up.

Spatula.

Above the walls, the bodies that had been cut clean were growing at a rapid pace.

The whole castle is full of death.

It didn't take long for those who were on the wall to die.

Just one wheel.

If a well-trained knight needed to drive one wheel along the wall, a short time was enough.

"Heh, heh. "

Earl Derant was the only one who smiled like a real man, soaked in filth and blood.

Idrian Leonberger, who separated Earl Healclean, disappeared into the castle.

Warr.

Immediately after that, the tall spires began to collapse.

Quajic.

A corner of the castle where the barracks were situated sat down with great noise.

The noise and screams stopped.

I can no longer hear the terrifying sound of the army wielding its sword.

The citadel is silent.

"All of them, they're all going to die. They're all gonna die! "

Only the sound of the Mad Earl's kill band resonates in the quiet citadel of the liver.

* *

Soldiers and knights have been exterminated, but the general population of Derant Castle has survived.

The people kept the door locked and waited for screams and awe to stop.

And not long after the terrible noise completely stopped, I didn't leave the house.

Some of the men, who were overly curious, went out of the house, but they were not even close to the wall.

Those people left their homes not by themselves, but by others.

After three days of fighting, a group of soldiers came in.

The soldiers gathered the people who were in the house, both men and women, to the quarry in front of the wall, without covering them.

The people who were drawn out were completely frightened when they saw the terrible trail.

There were no maggots and flies among the corpses that were corrupted as they were to be corrupted, nor crows and eagles that were not eaten.

But there was something really horrible going on.

An empty old man with a crow and a blank eye.

It was Count Derant.

"They're all gonna die. All of them, without missing a single one. "

The Count, sitting at the side of the high place, looked at the people with an empty gaze, and poured out evil words.

"The Empire is over! "

The people shut their ears and closed their eyes.

"Heh, heh! He's coming! He's coming... Glug. "

Suddenly, Earl's curse stopped.

One of the men opened his eyes as he soaked.

And it froze as it was.

The Earl's head was right in front of him, pulling out a long tongue and rolling out the floor.

I caught sight of the knight wiping the bloody knife.

Then the knight raises his head and looks at the man.

The man got tired of being white.

I saw the Lord's throat, so I thought I wouldn't leave myself alone.

However, the article did not behave differently than expected in the company.

"Get rid of it."

I just ordered my soldiers to take care of the lord's corpse.

While the soldiers picked up the Earl's head and body, threw it over the heap and set fire, another soldier approached and reported to the Knight.

"There is no one left. "

The knight nodded his head small and looked back at the people.

And he said in a heavy tone.

"I'm leaving the castle, so everyone knows. "

That was the end.

The article told me nothing about why I had to leave the castle and where I was going.

Neither did the people ask why.

I saw a flashing pattern on the inside of the house with a golden armor on it.

It was a sentence that even the people who lived as nobles knew that they saw Count Derant and some lords coming and going to the castle.

A symbol of the Emperor of Bourgogne.

The Knight was the Knight of the Emperor.

And the people went out to the city in that way, and walked silently with the soldiers.

Even the most common complaints came out of my mouth.

The elderly and children also endured harsh schedules that were difficult to follow.

Some of them asked me to take some time to pack, and after seeing their throats cut off, they were all extremely careful.

As I walked and walked, I encountered another crowd.

Soldiers, knights, and the people of Molgol who follow.

"I put them all together. "

The people of Derant realized that they were in a similar position to themselves.

"Where else? "

"All seven locations were completed, and we were the last. "

They shed their drowsiness into the water.

I heard that the territories of central Lebanon were attacked by Prince Leonberg, but I didn't know they were attacked by seven other places.

'The Empire is over! '

I remembered the image of Count Derrant, who put a curse into the minds of the people.

The real Empire may be doomed.

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