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

The king who received the report of Marquis Villefeld burst into laughter.

"If not, the child would jump like a horny calf on his butt and want to ride quietly. "

Marquis was just a embarrassing face.

"I'm so worried about how the gifted will accept your will. "

"To the proud benefactors, the child's will will will not perish. Maybe even those who make pretexts and refuse a summons can come out. "

"I'm not sure that's how long they're not going to move. "

The king, who nodded his head, spoke with a resolute voice.

"Then we have to make it move."

"If you do..."

"I will send a messenger to them myself. I will bring them together in the name of the king. "

"If that were the case, it would be much easier, and you would be grateful to His Majesty. "

"No thanks whatsoever. "

The king shakes his head.

"It was just before the child was seriously injured. The wound on the outside is healed by magic, but there is no way that it can be healed even if it is deeply embedded in the sword. "

I found myself in the face of the king.

"Nevertheless, the child is having a hard time. I think it's too late to take care of my body and I'm preparing for the future. In front of his heart, he said that it was nothing but an algebra. "

The king still saw that the prince was fighting the Knights of Penta. Even though the whole body became bloody, it did not take a step back, and it was not forgotten.

"Where is it this time? The lamb would have survived such a terrible battle with his life. "

At the end of the day, the marquis also became an eaten face.

"I will reap the ban on confidential access given to the prince at this hour. The crew member should not spare as much support as he can in everything he does. "

"Is there a question? "

The king spoke in a more resolute tone to the Marquis' reply.

"However, the commandments of the court and the veterans are still valid, so do not spare the crew the support they need, so that the child does not get caught in any way in dangerous work. "

"Remember, I will remember again! "

The King, who concluded the great dialogue, looked behind him.

"Earl."

The court knight commander, who was silent, lowered his head as the king called out.

"Go."

I was flattered by the unspeakable words.

"Don't tell me you can't leave my side because of the mission. I don't believe that the power of the Court Knights is so bad that you have to leave for a while to get in trouble with me. "

In the presence of a king who had no room for compromise, the knight only begged for an end with an unyielding face.

He needed time to prepare his mind until he could find the elementary student he had once taught.

* *

The first to respond to the summoning order was the owner of the wire castle, which was two days away from the Royal Palace.

"Something else happened. "

The chief of the wire lords, Yoke Wiloden, entered the palace this year with the wire lords, doubting that the second summons had already been issued.

"Go to the prince. "

The king, who welcomed the chieftains of the wire, handed over a few words of formal welcome and instructed them to go straight to the First Princess' womb.

"Why did His Royal Highness..."

Yoke Wiloden led the wire back to the First Prince's womb.

Yoke Wiloden was flawless when he saw the view that was revealed beyond the wide open door.

One prince stood in the middle of a devastated palace.

"I've been waiting all day to hear that you've arrived at the palace. Welcome, Earl. "

The prince smiled and welcomed them.

Yoke Wiloden looks around without knowing where to find the creepy welcome.

Knights of the prince dressed in armor who have fallen apart from their fields, gardens, and tombs.

An unknown light of sympathy was growing in their eyes.

"I will ask you my questions. What's important to you is your honor and pride as a knight. "

A prince turned his head again and saw a smile in the eyes of Yoke Wiloden.

"Neither he nor the brighter tomorrow and well-being of the kingdom. "

Yoke Wiloden replied without hesitation.

"To the glory of the lion. With the claws of a lion. This is one of the words of an oath made when the wire first stands. "

The prince smiled as if he did not know.

"Even if my honor and pride as a knight were in the dust, it sounds like I would live for the kingdom. Did I get it right?"

"Although the expression is too extreme and drastic, it is not so much wrong with the purpose of the creation of the Wire Magnetic Corps. "

In the first place, the name Wireman also means the sword of the kingdom of Leonberg, and in the words of the prince, Yoke Wiloden nodded.

"Thank goodness."

That was a mistake.

"Eli."

The prince's words were terribly thumped at the end, and the doors of the palace were closed.

"From now on, I will treat you with swords, not knights. "

Yoke Wiloden, who saw the princess of the Eli family standing at the door, turned his head to the prince again.

"You shall see me as a hammer and an anvil. "

"I don't know what that means..."

Yoke Wiloden frowned and asked, and the prince laughed bitterly.

"From now on, I will beat you without rest. "

The prince draws his sword.

"All the things that I will do in the future are from my heart, that you may be born with a sharper sword. "

Now that the Kingdom has become so famous that no one even knows its name, Bosword and Earth begin to cry out in a low voice.

"Please don't resent me. "

It was the moment when the fate of the wire lions and yoke willoden was determined.

* *

"Whoo."

Arwen Kirgayen looks around with a puffy breath.

I can see the wires on the floor. Next to him, even though it is now called armor, the knights of the palace and the knights of Balahard are rolling around the floor in a similar manner.

Standing on two feet with swords, only a small number of knights, including the silver lions.

"Today is my first day, so let's get this far. It will be harder from tomorrow, so take a good rest today. "

The sword that the prince had said had been stretched out, and he turned around and disappeared.

"Huh. What kind of case is this? "

The head of the Wire Magnetic Corps laughed more eloquently than looking for a vacancy.

Arwen sighs as she sees it.

I saw the complacency and embarrassment that came to the face of the wire lions on the floor.

She stood before the old knight who was her superior and explained the unforgettable post-war situation.

"You are concerned that if the knights of the kingdom do not advance, the damage will increase when the war begins again. "

Yoke Wiloden sighs at her words.

It was a much calmer voice than I was concerned about.

"A few years ago, when you first found the wire. I said with my own mouth that the names of the wire lions are not glowing for a few defeats in the tournament. Perhaps you are also thinking of today as an extension of that day. "

Fortunately, Yoke Wiloden did not seem to be in a great mood.

"I'm just worried. If you disregard these procedures and formats and attack them, there may be some resentment. "

It is the frustration and dissatisfaction of wielding a mere sword. Why not? Fentana's knights raided the royal palace a long time ago, but I noticed a greater empathy for the prince's concerns.

If it wasn't, it might have been in front of her, which was once the prince's side.

Unlike the other gifted lions, the head of the wire had a deep and calculated face, and he was closer to politicians than knights.

Half was right and half was wrong.

"Tsk. I see what you're thinking with your face. "

Yoke Wiloden was a deeply planted and obsessed man who could not even tell the story.

"I'm a knight, too. How can I not pay tribute to His Majesty who has won against the man who reached the land of Penta who gave up, and who has the opportunity to receive the teachings of such a knight? "

However, unlike her assessment, her personality was not as political.

The aspirations and homage that came to the eyes of Yoke Wiloden were real.

"Of course, by the end of the year, it's not worth rolling the ground like dirt. "

Yoke Wiloden, who playfully said a word, looked straight ahead.

"But I'm just thankful that you have a situation in your hands when you look at me. "

As I became a blood cake, I looked at Bernardo Eli.

"Mmm."

Arwen did not necessarily tell Yoke Wiloden that the prince was dealing with the poisonous Eli Confucius so harshly, he did not look at the situation separately.

Without knowing her speed like that, Yoke Wiloden communicated with my superiors.

"Will rot not happen! "

At the end of the day, the wires twinkled and stood up.

Arwen realizes better than looking at the wire that caused her body.

The look on the faces of some of the wireworkers, who were complaining about the striking walk, was changed because the prince's attitude was drastic.

There was no first complaint.

Their eyes stared into the eyes of my master, eager for an uncommon opportunity to mix the strongest knights of the inverted kingdom with swords, even the knights of Penta.

No way.

Arwen turns her head.

Then I saw Yoke Wiloden wiping my hands.

He was an incomprehensible man.

I was surprised by the way he looked as a politician, and I was surprised to learn that he might even look under thorough calculations.

"There's nothing complicated to think about. He just can't keep his old friendship and promise before he lives. He's just trying to keep an eye on it. "

Yoke Wiloden, who felt Arwen's gaze, spoke as if passing by.

As a woman, there was no distinction as to where she meant it and how far she calculated it.

However, if there was one thing that was so confusing, it was the fact that Yoke Wiloden would be a powerful force for the prince in the future.

Yoke Wiloden didn't give up on her expectations.

The gifted men gathered in the First Princess' womb in response to the summoning failed to conceal the elusive color of the Prince's proposal.

"Huh. This is it. "

The court knight commander, who was closest to him, but joined the mission most recently, only laughed at the fact that he was once a teacher of swordsmanship.

"I don't know your noble swordsmanship, but now I'm too old to come and change my training methods. "

At the last banquet, the first silver lion to confront the prince, Count Joachim Schultz, expressed his willingness to refute.

"Hmm."

Earl Richter Liechtenstein, who had joined us in the last war with Warlord, did not say no openly, but was not very indulgent.

They acknowledged the respect of the prince, who had won against the Knights of Penta as one, and paid a deep tribute to the offer.

"What's wrong with being strong? Alternate."

Although Eli was ashamed of not understanding such givers, as Arwen, he understood the frustration seen by the givers.

This was a separate matter from the fear felt by the prince.

Now when they came and struck me with a sword that was not half my age, they were no less able to be clay-clay and rolled under the guidance of a prince who was no more than he.

That's when Yoke Wiloden stepped out.

"Here we go. Don't do that. Let me see for a second. "

He spoke to the other lions separately. And every time, the gifted men, who took the situation for granted, changed their attitude and decided to train together.

Wondering what the hell convinced them to say, Arwen looks at the sleepy yoke Wiloden.

"It's just a small talk that doesn't suit an upright and just knight like Sir, so don't be curious anymore. "

I was surprised to ask about the details of the teapot because I was looking at the ugly face without knowing where it was.

So Arwen looked at the attitude of the silver lions and pretended not to be consistent all the time.

And the training began.

The wrath of the silver lions, desperately broken by the sword of the prince, was poured on Yoke Wiloden.

"Wouldn't it be better to roll a dirt field than to roll a pool of blood? "

But he took it extraordinarily.

The silver lions burst their mouths, but they could not pick up the words they had said once. They became earthy and rolled the floor with other knights.

That's how time went by.

At first, the rebellious silver lions adapted to a radical way of training and became accustomed to losing to the clutter of chaos.

"Your Highness must be a genius. "

"For this short period of time, he who has accomplished this much will not be able to search the whole world again. "

"That's the most extraordinary talent in history. It's just amazing. "

After forgetting the body, the pronounced benefactors vomited their admiration of the marvellous landscape of the Eternal Prince.

"Your Majesty's true power has not yet come out, but you are surprised too soon? "

Eli Confucius, who was more devastated than anyone else by it, spoke in a grumbling tone.

"You've grown remarkably since you won against the Knights of Penta. Now it's hard to find the enemy, even if it's not fuzzy. "

Adelia Bavaria, in a relatively intact state, praised the prince with a shy face, but with a proud voice.

All but the Pacific Altlingen, who were scarcely summoned to the prince before the end of the battle, had so much admiration for the prince.

But even while they were talking, Arwen didn't say a word.

I just saw the way the prince disappeared with a worrying face.

It was only a month before all the silver lions gathered to begin their training, but it was actually three months before this radical training began.

And the prince hasn't had a day of training.

Others put their swords out of their hands for a while to take care of their bodies, but only the prince kept his place.

Just because he was a prince didn't mean he wasn't hurt.

He also suffered massive and small injuries in the midst of a radical retreat. Recently, the extent of the injury has become even worse since the old knights joined.

Even if the wizards of the royal palace took care of the wounds, there was a limit.

It was impossible to heal the wounds of the external organs by magic and make the torn muscles and bones heal in just one day.

I couldn't have felt the pain of ripping the bacon, and it couldn't have been painful to swing the sword until the manna came to the ground with me every day.

It was not surprising that even the unholy body was overwhelmed by the struggle with the many knights included, but it was much more worrying than that.

The prince must be a man. I don't think it's made of iron.

Beijing hurts, and it was natural for me to rest when I was hurt.

In fact, Arwen saw the prince frown several times with a painful tint, even though he had been stabbed by a sword and became bloody.

Others were those who did not notice it at all.

The immature depths of the land made them blind, the high depths of the land that even the silver lions could not dare to measure.

Others may be, but not his knights.

But unfortunately, there were not many who could see the state of the prince straight at this moment.

Kars Ulrich couldn't afford to look at the prince's face properly, and Bernardo Eli was not so delicate in the first place.

Even if my forearm is cut off, 'I can't shoot my bow anymore.' There was no need to mutter and mutter and talk about the Knights of the Invincible Winter Castle.

At least Adelia Bavaria was the only one who noticed the state of the prince, but unfortunately she was not the one who stepped up to do what my master did and expressed her opposition.

After all, Arwen was all that was left.

But she couldn't keep the prince alive. She would have gone out a few times as usual, but this time she couldn't.

If you look at a nervous face like you're being chased out of nowhere, you don't hear a word of it.

"It's not enough. It's still not enough. "

A few times a day, the lack of brains made her unable to speak out.

He was very anxious.

He was quietly preparing for something soon to come.

I don't know, but it's never going to be light.

Even a war with an empire that dominates half the continent is unsettling, and rather than restless, the prince who revealed it seems to be unbearable without tempting himself.

I tried to ask the prince myself a few times, but I didn't lose my mouth for some reason.

One day the prince spoke to her in a sunken tone to see if she had noticed her troubles.

"There is power in words, so just taking them out of your mouth makes their existence clear. For now, I don't want to empower them with my mouth. "

Only her troubles deepened in that incomprehensible speech.

But sometimes when you live in the world, no matter how much you think about it, the answer that doesn't show your face also happens to you.

And there was no such thing as a welcome answer.

That was the case now.

One day, two months after the prince summoned the silver lions, the messenger found the royal palace.

On his back, he kept a flag that announced the rush.

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