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

The commotion subsides. Even the musicians lose their minds and stop playing the instrument.

And when the perfect tabernacle came, I saw a woman standing afar off.

Black hair like a black dagger.

White face in contrast to him.

Starry eyes.

Perfect spotlight without adding or subtracting.

It was all a characteristic of the woman I knew.

Nevertheless, I was not sure if she was really the woman I knew.

No way, if she wants a knife-chilled whore, she'd rather kill herself, not the woman she said she wanted to live as a knight, and she asked to treat herself that way. I couldn't appear in front of me dressed and dressed.

I saw him again. I admitted to finishing.

Though he was wearing a plain white dress instead of a rigid suit and iron armor,

I think that the hair that was just used to be tied up in a line that did not interfere with the proper movement was finely combed and stretched like a black band.

The woman I knew was right.

Arwen Kirgayen.

The article I trust the most.

The fisheye was mute.

My gaze was undoubtedly after her while I was submerged.

Unlike the infants who showed off their fine necks and pretty shoulders, the old-fashioned dress completely covered their necks and shoulders.

Without any other accessories, the hair that was just finely combed and stretched like a black dagger made my eyes dizzy.

His cheeks kept getting more lively by spreading out his anger.

Seeing the eyes of the night sky contrasting with the white face, I felt like I was losing my mind.

The most magnificent beauty without even shaking the floating heart of a master who is stronger than any other fortress.

Until now, I thought that Elder High Elf Sigrun was the best in the beauty of a simple outfit. Humans never thought a fairy would have the appearance of a natural fairy.

I think I need to revise that idea today.

Sigrun's soul, twisted and clouded, dared not even compare with her.

Arwen was the best.

"Whoo."

I stopped breathing.

Then I realized that the surroundings were too quiet.

I turned my head and looked around.

Even forgetting to exhale, the condition of the men looking at Arwen was not unusual.

It's like being held by a montma.

Pair.

I clapped my hands hard. The clear energy I generated spread to the banquet hall.

"Ugh!"

"Ah..."

The men threw up their breath rough. The light returned to my dreamy eyes.

It's harmful. It's harmful.

I filled my tongue without knowing.

Saddam was relieved that she was not very interested in decorating her usual appearance.

If not, there would have been no less distraction.

I'm glad it's Arwen.

It was a good thing that her soul was completely intact without any distortion. She was so grateful for her superiority, who had no intention of turning a blind eye elsewhere and merely insisted on her own path.

I've been relieved a few times, and the sober musicians started playing late.

In time, Arwen begins to approach the statue.

But her steps were so bold.

The figure of the man who decorated it was a shaman of the last century, and the shape of a walking knight was worthless.

Where else would a man walk around in a dress in the heavens and earth?

I stopped laughing.

It seemed so unfit to me to look like Arwen.

Clothes do not change in nature.

Chuck.

Arwen arrives in front of the statue.

"Your Majesty."

Then he gave an example.

Extremely knight-down, with theft movements.

I saw Siorin wrapping her head around her back.

I pressed and held on to the laughter that was about to burst.

"Your Majesty."

Arwen turns to me.

I laughed and saw her.

I wanted to ask you a lot.

Why he appeared before me like that.

Whose farm did you cross?

But I didn't have to open my mouth to ask.

It was only after facing her face this close that she realized her agitation.

Tension-hardened shoulders, subtly unstable energy.

It was not simply because the heavenly dress was awkward and uncomfortable, instead of stiff uniforms and crude iron armor.

Something was wrong.

I decided to calm her down once I lost my peace.

Ugh.

Reached out.

I grabbed her wriggling hand awkwardly.

One day, when I found the Imperial Palace, I met the progeny of the foreseeable and lost my peace, just as she did to me.

I believed that would bring her back to stability. Just like I did.

But it wasn't.

Arwen flinches as I hold her hand.

I felt her body stiffer. The energy that had been unstable was now fluctuating.

An awkward face, an eye that looks like an earthquake.

It seemed more agitating to regain stability.

He shrugged his head at a stranger's face that he had never seen before.

"Spread your shoulders. Isn't he a noble benefactor? "

The eyes of Arwen, who was shaking around because he couldn't find a place to go, turned to me.

Two conflicting emotions passed in her eyes.

Disappointment, and relief.

These were emotions I didn't know in English.

Before even asking why, the emotions that came to mind disappeared like lies.

At the same time, Arwen's energy, which was fluctuating, began to stabilize rapidly.

The awkwardly stiffened facial muscles were gently relaxed, and the adult parrot on the side of the eye also disappeared.

Arwen looks at me with a disquieting face.

I felt a deadline.

It was a sight I had seen somewhere, a situation I had experienced.

I thought about it for a while and finally found the answer.

An outsider, the face he saw when he finally robbed Simma.

"You are truly a man of one mind. "

She smiled softly and said.

I think I've regained my stability now, but Arwen grabs my hand gently.

"So I really like you. "

Her warm voice I've never heard before.

I opened my eyes in circles.

I had an epileptic heart for some reason.

It was the same sensation as when Moo-hoon activated it, and in some ways, it was the same sensation as when he triggered the Aurablade.

But it wasn't the same.

This familiar yet vivid sensation is not a man-made heart.

It was felt from a real heart made of flesh and blood.

It's more than that.

It won't even flow to you.

Shortly after joining the banquet hall, Arwen began to regret it.

I think he went crazy for a while. What happened to your head must have happened.

I could not have done this and gone before the prince.

This was all because of my father.

'What do you think of Arwen? '

'Are you willing to meet Arwen in the rain? '

I overheard a conversation between my father and the prince.

At first, I was just angry at my father's impatience to make his relationship with the prince a reality.

It was really just him, and when his anger subsided, there was a small question.

If he did not step in the middle, what did the prince say?

My heart was strong. Even if I didn't try to do that, I kept caring about the prince's elders.

A little different from that to the previous one, but of personal interest.

This was all about my father. My father followed me without even trying, and I heard strange noises, and my head became blurry.

I didn't deserve the fact that the book made the relationship awkward.

His actions, which he kept trying to give meaning to, were nothing.

When his head was blurred, he listened to the conspiracy and said to the prince, "Wake up!"

I shook my mind and shuddered. Feelings of unraveling debris were shattered while mixing Tutton's knight and sword.

Only then could she regain her peace.

She seems to have fallen in love with Simma for a while, and she is more determined to train to never fall in love with Simma again.

Then the king called her.

And I asked you to attend the banquet, not as a knight.

'If I fight against the enemy, I will fight. If there are ten hundred times as many enemies, I will not hesitate to draw the sword. But if you want something from me as a woman, you can't dare follow me. This is what the Prince promised me, so count it. '

I reacted strongly because it was an unacceptable order.

But the king shook her without giving up.

Making a cause she can't refuse.

'Have you ever heard the boy praise the blue of heaven? Have you ever seen him snatch his eyes from the glorious starlight? Or have you ever seen them submerged in a subtle moonlight? '

'The only thing the child knows is the sword, and the war. '

'That's not going to happen. If the child is a human being, how can I live in front of him? '

The king's words were precisely consistent with her concerns.

'Tension breaks when it breaks, and hardness breaks when it breaks. And I think he's just like that. '

'I want him to look a little wider. I want that child back. So he hopes to live a little happier. '

She said she would do it after her troubles.

His decision comes purely from his heart to worry about the future of the prince.

Countless times.

In fact, that was also true.

All she was worried about was the sword and the war, and the ferocity was the only reason she didn't know if she would come to the living prince.

She's doing it for her future. What about dresses and rags?

I hardened my heart and headed to the banquet hall.

The curly hair and the heavenly dress were several times awkward and turtle than she thought.

I stood in front of the prince with reference to discomfort.

At that moment, I forgot all about the glossy makeup, the big hair and the dress.

It felt weird.

Suddenly, when he grabbed his hand, his heart beat and even beat.

"Spread your shoulders. Isn't he a noble benefactor? "

But unlike her, the prince was so peaceful.

A trusting gaze, and a clear eye that doesn't show any confusion.

She was disappointed and at the same time relieved.

I was cold, and I trained again.

There is only one thing left to sway with conflicting emotions.

Hollowness.

The head that was clouded was clear.

"You are truly a man of one mind. "

A prince who still looks at himself with selfless eyes, as he promised for the first time.

"So I really like you. "

I was so glad to see his presence like that.

Suddenly I felt better. It was a radical emotional change that I didn't even understand myself.

Maybe so.

"Your Majesty, I have one question. "

She was a virtuoso.

"Won't you dance with me? "

I asked for a favor that I would never have done, as usual.

"I don't know how to dance. "

The prince frowned.

"I don't know. "

A question came to his face.

"But why..."

"I want to clear up the delusion in my heart. "

The question became even darker.

"Don't you like it?"

Instead of unquestioning the prince, Arwen went back to work.

"I don't hate it. "

The prince replied with a embarrassing face.

She smiled with a face she could hardly see.

Then he reached out his hand and grabbed the prince's hand.

"Uh, uh. "

I led the prince into the middle of the banquet hall, as if he were catching a frozen roar.

The musicians started to play quickly.

Sweet music began to flow around them.

Two men and two women exchanged views.

Mulfatty.

Arwen felt troubled.

It was good to be exhausted. If there was a problem, it was the fact that they might both dance.

If someone dances first, they'll do it.

Ugh.

Then a couple of men and women appeared in the middle of the banquet hall.

Then I started dancing as they wanted me to.

With an incredibly slow movement to make it easy to follow.

Arwen opened her eyes and looked at a pair of men and women who were in danger of dancing.

Her gaze wrapped around the woman's waist and was nailed to the inner hand.

"Aha. That's what you do. "

"Thy Majesty. Just a moment..."

The prince approached her with no birds to dry, and wrapped her around her waist.

A face that looks close to breath.

It was different from what I thought.

All she wanted was to tell the deception with her dancing son-in-law.

This is why I wanted to be able to shudder the delusion.

It was a good thing it didn't get bigger.

While she was organizing her thoughts, her feet were following the steps of the prince, who did not even know his master's heart.

"Relax. It's not harder than I thought. "

The prince said to Arwen in a grumpy tone.

I don't even know what she's thinking inside.

Arwen sighs.

I put everything down with a single breath.

What would happen to King Kiking?

She decided to be faithful today.

Knight, it won't be too late from tomorrow to return to Arwen Kirgayen.

But the law of the world does not flow as it wishes.

Bang!

The door of the banquet hall was smashed with sudden heat.

Then a furious mass flew over the completely crushed door.

Kudang Bath.

A couple of rolls on the floor.

"Ugh!"

Eli raises her body and vomits Warak blood.

"Ambush!"

Even before all that urgent shouting was over.

Dang, Dang.

I heard a disturbing bell.

Short and urgent.

It was a bell that announced the enemy's intrusion.

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