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

"Your Majesty."

Arwen approaches.

His body was bloody and his head bowed in sweat and blood, clinging to his forehead and cheeks.

Her usual neatness and dodginess was a mess that she couldn't find without washing her eyes and looking for it, but she was nevertheless shining brighter than ever.

"I thank His Majesty for his innocence and pay tribute to his remarkable work. "

She put her hands on her chest and raised her throne.

Kung!

The sound of a late rolling foot, the royal infantrymen were looking at me with a new rank.

"Pay tribute to His Royal Highness! "

The soldiers shouted as they rolled their feet.

Tons of fiery and crumbling shields tell me that they never remained bystanders in this battle.

There was still tension and fear in the face of the first battle, and the eyes of the weary were filled with joy and joy of victory.

"Well done, Arwen. Neither do you. Well done. "

Good boy!

Arwen and the soldiers rolled their feet at the same time.

"Take care of the wounded. Now I return."

"Cold!"

I turned my head more toward Hansdeck, shouting in a restful voice.

"Your Majesty."

Vincent knew when it was coming. In his hand, he carried the army of the torn and cut out oak squad.

I asked for a favor.

But instead of answering, he looked at me slippery. The twitching eyes, the silhouette, his face changed a few times in a short moment.

I didn't know what the hell I was thinking.

Buzzing.

Vincent, who was looking at me like that, suddenly pushed the flag.

I want to see what else he's doing. He's out of his mouth.

"It is the tradition of the Third Army that the bravest warriors take over the armies of the Orcs. "

The Orcs' armies are the most precious loot and a testament to a glorious victory that cannot be changed, Vincent said.

And that's mine.

Jaw.

As I watched as I was blind, Vincent forcefully grabbed an armor in my hand.

Ah...

Then I realized that countless people were looking at me. The Rangers, Knights, Royal Infantry, Arwen, and Vincent were all looking at me with one single glance.

Hemicephaly.

His heart rate, which had slowed down, accelerated again.

The emotions in the soldiers' gazes turned me into an unknown fever.

I was embarrassed, embarrassed.

Then Vincent nodded to me.

"If we..."

I hesitate.

"Make it bigger. "

"Let us."

"Enough for them to hear! "

Vincent flashes up my hand holding the weapon.

"We... won! "

The Rangers of the Third Army looked at me, the Royal Infantry, and the Knights lifted their swords. Then he shouted like one, waxing.

"We won! "

The whales yell at them, and somehow their breasts get tickled. It was such a feeling that I had never felt before, although embarrassed and proud.

"We won! "

I shouted once more to confirm that strange sensation.

"Salute the Prince! "

"Welcome to Winter Castle! Your Majesty!"

The Rangers cheered for me. The knights gave me a welcome. Royal infantry saluted me.

In all that, I realized.

In the days of living by the sword, I knew what I wanted most.

Victory, cheers, glory.

What would it feel like if all those things were mine, not those of my master? I've really imagined it countless times, and I've longed for a really long time.

And now my curiosity, all my cravings have been resolved.

That was pretty cool.

"We won! "

I yelled again after God.

The day will come when I think of my work today. Maybe I'm ashamed of kicking the blanket back then. No, I'm sure you will.

But right now, I didn't want to think about the aftermath.

I just enjoyed my victory, my cheers to me, and my glory.

A few times, shouting victory, shouting that I am the master of the army.

"I am the master of this army! "

"Sixteen."

I was screaming for a long time, and Vincent next to me said something unexpected.

"What?"

"There are sixteen. "

"What's wrong?"

I asked him what the hell he was talking about, and Vincent said with a face that looked like he was carrying nothing.

"Orc warfare, I have sixteen. "

Looking sideways, there was a face of Vincent with a fat face.

"This weapon is mine! "

Seeing that face, I shouted as if I wanted to see it. Vincent turns his head.

I felt like I was going to fly.

* *

The Third Army's cleanup of the battlefield was simply not enough.

The Iron Brain's flesh was recovered and some of the Orcs' weaponry was harvested. And I took the sword and equipment of the dead rangers.

The corpses are oak and human, and they are gathered together and burned.

That was the end.

The Third Army, which had fought in the mountains for so long, was so bland in remembrance and mourning.

"Back to the castle! "

In Vincent's words, thirty lesser rangers begin to move towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Let's go, too."

I led Arwen and the infantry down the mountain following the Rangers.

Then I looked back.

The smoke appeared like a white earth and a blue sky. After a while, I turned around rather than looking at him.

It was time to go back.

* *

On the way down the mountain, other rangers joined forces. Rangers of the Winter Castle used to advance to defeat the fall of small monsters.

Vincent's face darkens after they join. I noticed something worrying.

He approached and asked why he was doing it.

"None of the ranges have detected the movement of the Orc battalion. "

Something went wrong with the Rangers' vigilance, something happened between the Orcs. Vincent expressed deep concern that none of them were welcome.

"I have to go back quickly."

Vincent speeds up the march with a rather impatient face.

"Well done."

After returning to the Winter Castle, the outsider was waiting. The soldiers in the castle returned the unaccompanied troops.

I heard the shouting and shouting, and I set up an army again.

"I am the master of this army! "

Arwen shakes her head. Vincent looks tired. The infantrymen and rangers who fought with me all had similar faces.

I guess I overreacted.

But do something good.

Unlike those who returned with me, the soldiers of the castle were surprised to see the flag I had erected. They were amazed that I was the master of the flag, not the knight of the Third Army, and yet they gave me a fervent shout.

Yeah, this feels good.

The heat on my chest that withered back while I was back,

"Yes. There's a suspicious sign in the mountains? "

As I was about to burn, I was turned off by the heavy voice of the outsider.

"The Orc battalion, which should still be inside the mountain range, was revealed too early. They're in the background and in the geography. "

"Did you find a big hunt..."

"Something must have happened inside the mountain range. "

Seeing them talking seriously, I lowered my flag with a shrug.

"I don't want to offend the virtue of taking a break from someone who has just returned from the battlefield, but the matter is serious. Follow me."

Vincent takes a step along the outsider and suddenly looks back.

"Well done, Your Majesty. "

Vincent looks embarrassed on his own and disappears like he ran away.

"Doesn't she seem a little weird? "

Suddenly I boasted about the number of flags I had, and apparently I was fine, but there was something childish in the corner.

"He's a tough guy, so he's embarrassed to change his attitude like he flipped his palm. "

Arwen smiled and said,

"Tell me!"

At that time, Adelia appeared inside.

The old rookie, who was waiting for me, was in such a rush to walk.

"I'm glad you're back safely. "

After seeing her, who stopped right in front of me and welcomed me back, I realized that the battle was over completely.

Smiling at her hospitality, I

"Do you know what this is? "

Armies were exported.

* *

One third of the Rangers in the 3rd Army who fought with me were killed. Vincent didn't do much damage to the elite Orc battalion with that power.

That sounded cold in my ear.

"It's too bad, though. "

I wasn't the only one who thought of it, and Arwen asked me if I needed time to express my condolences to the warriors. "The mourning and remembrance of the warriors is enough for victory. "

Killing the Orcs and consoling the warriors' spirits with that blood is Balahard's way, Vincent said.

As soon as I heard that, I once again felt technological.

One who has the same name as the poor revenge says the same thing. It didn't just feel like a coincidence.

Rebirth or...

I saw Vincent.

"Why do you look at me like that? "

There was no scream and despair anywhere on that face that I asked challengingly.

I took sixteen flags, but the Orcs must be sad to grieve.

No, more than that.

Why is she in my room doing this?

Vincent's actions that frightened the meeting to an end and told the outcome of the Mississauga Al Qaeda Conference were utterly unprecedented.

So I asked him why.

"His Excellency has ordered it. "

An outsider told me to.

I guess the outsider wanted me to be close to my son.

He's not the one with the personality after all. It wasn't hard.

"Take a good rest, then. "

Vincent stood up to see if the roughly routine was over. Arwen also disappeared for a little while, and Adelia stayed asleep for a long time while listening to the story on the couch.

"Tsk."

I must have waited for me all night while I was away from the castle. I can't even feel it. I can't sleep well.

I took a blanket from the bed and covered it over her.

I sat in the chair. I looked out the window and I was locked in my thoughts.

[Vengeance Poetry] 's fortune is not yet fully gone. It seems that there was too much immersion in Moohyun poetry to call intact without missing the verse.

When you see synchronization happen.

I frowned.

This will often happen in the future. Those poems aren't entirely mine.

It was my poem, and at the same time I had to make them intact, not mine.

As if [Poetry of Revenge] became [Poetry of Soul].

Knock.

I was amazed by the disparate noise and woke up from the imagination.

Knock.

A new bird was pecking his elongated beak outside the window where the darkness was sitting. The colors were white, and the posture was not a normal bird. But they're not really ordinary birds.

Ordinary birds don't tear their beaks like humans.

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