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

The heat is about to burst out of your body.

"Ouch!"

A scream dug into my ear.

At the same time, something cold poured into my face. The smell of cheap liquor dug my nose.

I was awake.

"Your Majesty, are you all right? "

There was an old man in front of me.

"I'm sorry I rushed to say hello to you. Your Majesty."

The old man wiped my face with his sleeve, saying with his mouth, "I'm sorry for my elongation." However, unlike the hoarse attitude, his eyes were strangely sunk.

I encountered a stare.

There were so many words in the wrinkled eyes.

I saw Bourgogne's ambassador. He frowns a lot after being pushed into the old man's hoddle. I look at him and I turn around.

"I have to change my clothes. "

"My body was old and I didn't listen to my words, so I committed a grave anointing. I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. "

The old man apologized again.

I roughly swung my hand and turned around.

"..."

The ambassador muttered as he looked at me. But I overlooked the lines as they were.

"Your Majesty, I will take you. "

Carls and the court knights surrounded me.

"Who is it?"

"His Excellency Marquis Villefeld. "

I turned my head without knowing what Villefeldra was saying.

Marquis Villefet bows his head as he looks this way.

"It wasn't all rotten. "

"Your Majesty?"

After speaking to himself, Carls looks suspicious.

"Nothing. "

I stole the ranch, and the orange liquor was all over my hand.

Old man, you spilled so much.

Jaw.

Nervously robbed me of my head. Drinks spilled.

* *

"Your Majesty?"

Adelia, who saw me soaking in soak, ran scared and dropped Busan to wipe my hair with her sleeve.

"I'm going to wash it anyway."

Then I took off my clothes.

"Whoo."

The dampness disappeared, but the disgust that seemed to be stained remained the same.

I should have seen you at the banquet today.

In hundreds of years, the country has become a mess. It's not just messed up, it's ruined enough to rot the roots.

The descendants of those who were indifferent to the formerly powerless changed like snakes, and the clans of the wicked bourgeoisie boasted of my pride in the heart of the kingdom.

When I thought about it, the fire soared again in my heart.

From the looks of it, it didn't seem like a day or two.

Neither the ambassadors of the arrogant empire, nor the nobles who saw it, were too proud. It was as natural as it had always been.

The empire and kingdom have been dramatically at peace for the last 400 years. I decided to be my friend by burying a grudge for a new era.

It can't be.

I recalled my work at the banquet hall.

The atmosphere was too tense to call peace, and the relationship was too unilateral to call friendship.

The people of Burgundy behaved as if they were masters, and the nobles of the kingdom saw eloquence before them as if they were submissive dogs.

The king's face came to mind.

"I pretended to be all alone. "

What the hell did the King do to make this country a borderline? I laughed at Manny's incompetence and aggression, and I left my country's nobles to worship like kings.

It was ridiculous.

"Something happened. "

Turning to a sudden voice, the homeless man looked at me.

"The Grand Master knows Marquis Villefet. "

An outsider approached and sat in a furry chair.

"What the hell were you trying to do? "

What were you going to do when you met the bourgeoisie? It was a wild question. It was also a question I wouldn't have asked if I was a pastime.

The man who grew up in this land almost met the Bourgogne clan.

To die or to kill.

"You were right."

The outsider who saw my face spat.

"Marquis said, 'Your face must have hit something.' But it wasn't my fault. "

"It's not that hard. "

Of course, I was caught up for a while, but I wouldn't have done anything without Marquis Villefeld.

There could have been some situation I didn't know about.

"What the hell. "

So I was able to recognize it from now on.

"This country has become a cocoon. "

I was going to hear what the situation was.

"Tell me."

The outsider became a heavy face.

"The former Kingdom has endured many invasions of the Empire. I suffered heavy damage, but every time I saw the knights, I defeated the Empire. The Kingdom did not give the Empire a handful of land, and the Empire's invasion returned to failure. But things have changed over time. "

As time passed, the empire became more enlarged and the gap began to widen. The battlefield was expanded to be unstoppable with a few articles, and the small nation was forced to kneel in front of the great nation.

It was a history that was nothing special. But when I heard of all the fallen warriors, my heart cooled.

It was so sophisticated.

"Didn't the gap begin 200 years ago? "

So I checked.

Nod.

The outsider nods.

I closed my eyes.

It was the same thing that the country was so small that it could not be compared to the Empire. But the kingdom of the past was powerful enough not to succumb to the triumph of the empire.

There was something special about this country that no one else had.

It is a country founded by those who were driven out of the realm of man.

It was a country that could only chop its ground after fighting non-human things day and night and defeating its powerful "heretic monarchs". And when I defeated the "Guangyong" at the apex, I was able to proclaim my country only.

It was natural that so many poems and songs were born in that difficult process.

There were surprisingly many [myths] and [heroic tales] in this narrow mass of land. And those songs were the power to defend this country.

But where did all those songs go now?

It was forgotten and erased, and even its descendants became untrustworthy. And the song of the infidels was nothing but a vain tale.

So many [myths] and [heroic poems] who protected this country will lose their power.

So it must have been this mess. The transcendent knights disappear, and the rest of them are the knights who have learned the art of the ring. It would have sufficed if it had been numbered by the number of small nations.

I hold my breath. I just opened my eyes.

The outsider was in front of me. The knight, who would have been called a Swordmaster if it had been in the past, was facing defeat.

"An outsider."

I may regret it somehow.

"I've changed my mind. "

No, you'll regret it.

"I'll do it. "

Nevertheless, I chose.

"I'm going to try the king. "

Maybe someone told me to come here.

Stolen body, you deserve something.

If they are, I will tell them.

Half of this country is mine.

This country was founded by me and my best friend.

* *

The outsider went back.

The disgust on my body disappeared, but I did not attend the banquet again. Marquis Villefeld gave me an excuse, so I had nothing to do with it.

But two more days remained until the banquet was over. And I had to attend that banquet.

I had to make sure with my own eyes which trees were ripe and which trees were not.

The next day I went to the banquet hall with more balls in my teeth than ever before. The outsider was also with him.

"His Majesty King Lionel Léonberger, the moderate ruler of the Kingdom of Léonberger, and the eldest son of the Léonberger family, His Royal Highness Prince Idrian Léonberg, is here! "

"The commander of the 3rd Army and the proud benefactor of the Kingdom, Earl Valrhead of the North, is here! "

The servant informed me of the position of the outsider.

The same gaze poured out on me the other day. Numerous nobles were already in the banquet hall.

Some of them had not seen the day before, and some had already seen it.

I gave them a tangled example. Yes, I twisted my purchase to pay tribute to the nobility of another country.

In the past, when my friendship stood in front of people, no one thought he would be king. And no one recognized him as a monarch.

He was just a country boy who ran out of the countryside.

Among those who were plundered and expelled, they were not extraordinary; rather, they were ignored as young.

The boy with the derbuck head came forward, so ignored by the people.

It was the same as it is now.

"I stand before a flock that has eyes but cannot see. "

"Sing the King's Poems."

You can't handle poetry with your current abilities.

Part of the poem is omitted.

Sing only one verse of the poem, half of it.

It hurts like Mana Hart is going to tear. But not so unbearable.

It's not about [myth], it's about [hero]. It was also the first verse, a song for me.

Standing in front of the flock.

I heard a loud song in my head. And at that moment the ambient air changed.

Aggravation.

The nobles who were leaning on me with their heads down in a tangled manner snapped their backs. Some of the lords, who kneeled down but did not bow down, clawed their heads.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

I walk. I stare straight at those who have not fallen into my grip.

puzzled, surprised.

I looked at their faces and raised my mouth. In my laughter, they became a reluctant face and bowed their heads.

Slowly, very slowly.

He stood in the midst of the banquet hall, worshipped by the nobles.

"Raise your head..."

I tried to tell you the best I could, but I felt a strange look somewhere.

It was very heterogeneous, and at the same time familiar.

I turned my head.

One being in a different outfit from any noble saw me piercing through.

He came towards me. It was a light step, just like me.

Aggravation.

The moment I smelled that dark grass, the fresh breath that pierced my nose, I knew who he was.

"Elves?"

In my words, he took off the hood that covered his entire face. It's brief, but the surroundings are brighter. I heard voices all over the place breathing in vain.

That, no, her beauty was just as deadly.

But I couldn't even enjoy the beauty at its peak.

Why are you out of here?

She wasn't supposed to be here.

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