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

After I regained consciousness, the snow-covered snowfields disappeared.

"Your Majesty!"

I only heard Marquis Villefeld calling me elongate instead of the sound of the whirlwind.

The voice was no longer strangely realistic. I had to stay silent for a long time.

"Sire! Sire! Now that you've called someone, wait a little longer! "

Marquis doesn't even know I'm awake, and he keeps screaming.

I felt like I had a pale face.

I held up my hand against dizziness, for it would be great to leave it as it is.

"Sire! Sire! Tell me.. Urban! "

Then he stopped the marquis's mouth.

"It's okay, but I'm not trying to be okay with Marquis. "

Marquis opened his eyes and looked at me.

"So stop yelling. It's falling a little. It's ringing my head. "

The marquis nodded and took his hands off him.

"I'm sorry. Suddenly, His Majesty grabbed my heart and stopped being surprised by the groaning..."

The marquis, who was moderately distanced, said to me with a relieved, yet still worryless, face.

"All of a sudden, I got a little cranky. I don't think the curse of Magog had any effect. "

"Then it's no big deal. I can't believe the curse of such a horrible object has moved. "

The Marquis drops the shovel again soon.

So I answered him, not so great a problem.

In the first place, running was not a weapon high enough to leave scars on my soul.

As far as I'm concerned, I did.

The problem was that it was an answer that did not take into account the 400 years I had slept.

You may not know it, but those 400 years of running would have consumed countless amounts of blood.

To the extent that the sword butterfly that never touched my toes affects me.

That didn't change the nature of the turbulence, so the runner only had to cut me off dozens of times and show me one illusion.

I recall the visions that the lunar eclipse had shown me.

I remember the inside of my head, kneeling in snow-covered snow.

None of the iron armor around the body was intact, and none of the cloaks and garments had any black marks left.

How long have you been in the snowfield? The snow on your shoulders and over your head is piled up, and the bare flesh between your torn garments and your armor is frozen blue.

The same figure as the body frozen in the cold in the middle of winter was still vividly remembered.

Uxin.

Just by stabbing the memory again, the heart came to rest.

I recalled the pain I felt when the man put a sword in my chest.

"Your Majesty...? "

Had it not been for the Marquis' voice, I would not have been able to escape that fox for a long time.

"Oh, no. I have something to think about for a moment. "

"Are you really okay? "

"She's fine."

Despite how many times I said fine, Marquis only broke his stubbornness after Gear called the other guy and looked at my body.

"Remember, many people want the Knights of Dawn to rebuild. So am I. "

After a long time, Marquis left the room and I became alone again.

I remembered the sight of the snowfield.

I drew a vivid picture of a man with a sword in my chest and his lips twitching.

I looked at the shape of his mouth and moved my lips.

But even though everything was so vivid and strange, the face of the corpse was blurry, it was not easy.

He repeatedly reproduced the shape of his mouth without giving up.

"Dawn. Darkness, sunshine, perimeter..."

List of fragmented words that do not know their meaning.

After countless attempts, Gear was able to complete the first sentence.

"Morning comes between the dawn and the torn darkness...? "

Suddenly a terrible headache occurred as soon as the completed sentence was spit out of his mouth.

I open my mouth as if I was shaking my head with a pitchfork of fire.

I barely even thought about the words I weaved. I wanted my hair to be white.

That's how I had to struggle for a long time.

When the pain disappeared, my whole body was soaked in sweat.

My body was agitated.

A mistress of pain remained all over her.

His body was full of blood.

Nevertheless,

"Look at this. "

I laughed.

This is all because the situation was overarching.

"It wasn't just a fantasy. "

At first I thought it would be the memory of someone from the poor soul that the lunar eclipse swallowed.

But not now.

Suffering from the dreadful touch of words, the timing was too sophisticated to be a mere coincidence.

That's why it's like...

"I don't..."

It seems like something unknown is deliberately interfering with your thinking.

In my mind, I recalled a combination of words that I had chewed a little while ago.

The headache started again before I even spit the word out of my mouth.

I wanted my eyes to be white for the pain that seemed to burn in my head.

"Morning is coming between the dawn and the torn darkness. "

I struggled with pain and did not stop the combination of words.

"In the glorious sunlight, Erasmus became without question. "

My tongue twisted like I was drunk.

Everything was telling me.

Stop here. Stop here.

Of course I had no intention of doing so.

Rather, the more severe the pain, the more difficult it became.

"There is no place to stay, night and day. "

Glug.

A nosebleed spills. Something bitter rises from the inside.

Beep beep.

I ate the ear. It was just a sharp tinnitus.

The sky is turned upside down, the earth rises.

I didn't even make a distinction whether I stood on the floor or stood on the air.

My body slowly began to fall.

Down, down.

Squirrel.

I heard a deafening sound in my ear.

A cold energy surrounded my body.

Cold war is over.

Until a little while ago, my head seemed to burn, and now my body seems to be freezing.

Even then, my body was sinking.

I reached out. I couldn't hold anything. I shook my foot. I didn't touch anything.

All I could do was sink endlessly.

I looked down.

The darkness of the Moose Gang opened its mouth and waited for me.

I looked up.

It was like a peek at the world on frozen water beneath a lake in the middle of winter.

I saw my room.

It's where I stayed until a little while ago, and I felt strangely far.

The touch disappeared. I didn't even feel it.

The sense of smell and taste were paralyzed. I couldn't feel the bitter taste or smell that filled my mouth any more.

The world around me has faded.

The karma I made, the connection I made. Everything was scattered like an imagination, one or two.

Among the blurred and unclear, I began to distinguish between real and fake.

Then I came to the conclusion.

I thought I had a dream. I had a pleasant dream while I slept long and long.

I was relieved, and at the same time I was wasted.

Murdi laughed at the comfort of a hardened iron, not a mature human body.

I groaned at the senselessness of my body made of cold iron balls.

I was confused.

Whether I'm a human or a sword.

Whether I'm happy or sad.

And at some point the confusion disappeared and there was nothing left.

In a world where I went back so perfectly to nothing,

Morning comes between the torn darkness of dawn

In the glorious sunshine, Erasmus became without question

I recited it aloud.

The comforting darkness that surrounded me turned to stone.

He rushed to me, revealing it.

Waguwa-ku.

Darkness and darkness tear my soul to pieces.

There is no place to stay at night or day

Instead of screaming, I kept running my lips.

In the pain that seemed to dissipate my soul, I completed the last sentence of Gear.

The dawn just drifts through its boundaries.

That's the moment.

Heh heh.

There was a rift in the world around me.

And, uh...

Warr.

It collapsed completely.

Aggravation.

The touch is revived. The sweaty clothes are incredibly turquoise.

Taste and smell have returned. The mouth was filled with blood and the impression was distorted.

"Whoo."

I forcefully spread my face and took a breath of fresh air.

After so many times and repeated breathing and drinking, the somewhat faint reality returned to its original form.

So the senses of the whole body became intact, and the senses that I felt a little while ago were more vivid.

I was overwhelmed.

"I'd rather die than go back to the sword. "

I felt the sensation of my time as a sword, it was just a matter of challenging it.

Nevertheless, I felt the same pain as Young Fear.

Being trapped in a lump of iron was much more horrible than I remember.

He grabbed his fist and breathed deeply as he moved.

I enjoyed my sense of humankind for a long time.

"I don't know which one broke my soul, but it's really bad. "

Then I got angry late.

If I could, I wanted to find the one who imposed the gold on me without even knowing it.

Unfortunately, the chances of him being alive were extremely slim.

Now it's older than the biopsy I remember, before the Great War.

I was standing on a woodcutter, holding the sword hanging from one side of the room.

An ancient name engraved on the sword came into my eyes.

The fact that the name of the sword I got means dawn, the song I recited is about dawn.

How cunning.

I remembered the man who had put a sword in my chest.

I didn't feel the same pain a little while ago.

It was just a complicated screening.

"Was it your previous life..."

I believed it was a sword from the beginning, but it might not be true.

I felt like I couldn't make it.

I once again recited an in-house song that I might not have had in my previous life.

Morning comes between the torn darkness of dawn

In the glorious sunshine, Erasmus became without question

There is no place to stay at night or day

The dawn just drifts through its boundaries.

Solitude, groaning, and unwillingness that were not felt by the sufferings of gold came late.

My heart was pounding.

The man who put his sword in it hurt so strangely.

I shattered my head.

It didn't matter what I was in the past.

What really mattered was the present and the future, not the past.

And now I have something to do right now.

I can see the Great Sword standing in a corner away from my bed.

Stupid devil sword that can't cut a soul called Bear and cut the wrong gold.

I grabbed the runner.

The ominous energy seeps through your fingertips.

"You drank so much blood. "

It smells like blood.

The impression frowned on me.

It wasn't just because it smelled dark blood. I was not afraid of the blood I caused during my life as a sword.

Nevertheless, I felt very unpleasant.

Most of the blood the lunatic inhales is not soldiers and knights on the battlefield.

"A child, a woman, an old man. "

It belonged to the powerless.

"This is not even a sword. "

It was too bad that the moon even had the name Sword.

This was just a horrible monster.

And I had no intention of leaving useless creatures in the world.

I turned my head.

On one side of the wall, there was still a sack of prestigious swords that coveted my half.

I called out loud and grabbed the body.

He immediately shook his body and vomited cold.

The air froze in an instant.

"It's meal time. "

The air that was scarcely frozen before the horse was taken out melted.

The coldness that emanated from the smouldering was also gone.

Ooooooooooooo.

He shook.

It's like flirting.

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