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

The light rises. The heat rises. A terrible shock wave struck the whole world.

And all of that,

Pot.

As if it were a fantasy, Yang disappeared in a moment.

There was no more torn light, unparalleled glow, and no more use.

All that was left was the dirt that soared to the end of the sky.

People swallowed dry saliva.

I dared not even dare to predict the outcome of this mythical battle.

Just recalling the glorious dragon's triumph, I vaguely assumed that the prince had not won.

Instead of opening their mouths and buzzing about the consequences of the battle, they quietly wait for the dirt to clear.

But the princes' knights, unlike them, were not waiting.

They threw themselves into the distant earth without anyone having to say first.

Not a distant globe that you can't discern.

Nevertheless, they ran without a bit of hesitation.

The field of view is chaotic, and the ground torn apart by a terrible battle grabs the feet.

The highest-ranking knights, the only duke in the kingdom, rolled the floor several times.

But they didn't stop their feet for a moment.

As if I already knew where the prince was in the distant earth, I just ran and ran again.

A special vow I made a while ago, a tightly connected ring, told me a lot.

Who's the winner of this terrible battle, and where the winner is. And what the winner is like.

They continued to run.

Those who are bound by vows follow the guidance of the soul, and those who are not follow those who step without hesitation.

I went to where the prince was.

And finally arrived.

At the end of the day, the sacred wind magically clears the dirt.

Beyond that, the winner and loser of the terrible battle are revealed.

An elf with a torn shoulder and upper half.

"When I first met you, I felt that my destiny was in your hands. I haven't thought about it since that day. How my destiny touches your Majesty. "

She said, choking on blood.

"And now the question is solved. "

She looked at my upper half with only one eye. Then he lifted up his eyes and watched the front.

"You were the end of my destiny. "

An unsuccessful face, the elf smiles.

"But my destiny is nothing more than one of the many destinies that have passed through you. "

An indecent, ominous smile.

"That's not what I wanted. "

The elf smiles as he reveals it.

"I am."

The elf's body blooms with a luminous glow.

"As you are my final vote, I hope so too. "

The articles were intuitive.

The fact that she's trying to do something dangerous will never benefit her, nor the prince.

As soon as they realized that, they were already on the move.

Arwen Kirgayen wraps the prince in her body. Karls Ulrich and Vincent Ballhardt stood before him as shields and walls.

Adelia Bavaria and Bernardo Eli were shot out with a single spear.

At that very moment,

(chuckles)

The Elves' breasts are full of swords.

Before the luminosity that fluctuated like it was going to explode right away, before the knights reached the elves.

The elf looks at my chest.

The tip of the knife that pierced through the chest.

The elf's gaze turned back.

The head of the Sword Hee was there, the woman with the gray cloak upside down.

"Go, how dare you take a slow hybrid..."

Spatula.

Qaeqeep.

Pale blackness and golden blackness snatched her body.

Tuck. Degur.

The elf's head rolls to the ground.

It was full of twisted desires and murders that dominated my life until the last moment, and I couldn't even detect it with one eye.

The evil Nymph, which destroyed thousands of unbeatable heroes over the past millennium, came to such an end.

"Your Majesty!"

Adelia Bavaria stretches out her bloody sword and heads to my master. Bernardo Eli did not intend to scrape his sword and went to my master.

Arwen KirGayen, to the prince who breathes heavily in her arms.

"Your Majesty..."

Vincent Ballerhard kneels before the prince.

The day the castle that was guarded over the ages burned, my father, who didn't even see it that day, looked like he was going down right now.

I deserved it.

Where the glorious golden armor went, the bare flesh of the prince was revealed, and the blood was no longer flowing through the holes in his chest.

"I lost my temper, and I couldn't even dance. Someone walked to life. That's so unfair."

The prince grumbled small. Every time I squeezed my lips, I choked with blood.

"Sire! Sire! Don't say anything! "

"It's not one of these monsters. Although not as monstrous as Sigrun, there are a few more Elder High Elves. If they leave now, the kingdom will not stand. "

"What kind of kingdom... you look like you're going to die! "

Vincent screams with a distorted face.

"Thank God. Thanks to you guys, I was able to save my last strength. "

"Please! Please! Shut the fuck up! "

But the prince didn't stop talking.

"Adelia, can you get me up? "

Adelia shakes her head.

"Adelia."

She shakes her head even harder.

"Adele..."

"I hate poetry! "

She cries out like a scream.

"I won't listen! I'm not following you! "

The prince sighed.

"You're trying to use your last remaining power! If you write it down...!"

Even the soul smiles at the desperate resistance of the deceived woman.

Then I smiled.

Others seemed to think that Jeridi Jericho looked like she was this big and clumsy. It seemed as though he could now stand alone without himself.

"Don't! Don't do anything! "

"That's too much to say. Vincent, I'm still a prince. "

"What a prince! I'm the Duke! I'm not even a prince on the throne! You can say more than this! So please shut the fuck up! Please...!"

The prince turned his eyes.

It's like you're looking for something to do for yourself.

Kars Ulrich shakes his head with a firm face.

The Prince's gaze turned to Bernardo Eli.

"It's like this all the time. Let me do everything I don't want to do all the time. Do you think I should do it again? Never. "

Bernardo Eli's eyes were filled with tears as if he was vomiting a complaint.

"Arwen."

At the last moment, the prince's gaze touched Arwen Kirgayen.

"You know that. There's no answer like this. "

She didn't answer.

"It's just you."

The prince poured out a wicked face to those who refused my request.

"Please, help me finish. "

Arwen Kirgayen bites her lips for blood. His eyes twitched from time to time.

Then she opened her eyes after a while.

Then he grabbed the axially stretched body of the prince and raised it.

"Oh, no! "

Adelia Bavaria screams and holds onto the prince's body.

"Lord Arwen! "

Kars Ulrich and Bernardo Eli get tired of catching Arwen white.

"What are you doing! "

Vincent Ballerhard was furious with fire.

Adelia Bavaria continued to cling to the body of the prince.

Chuck.

Kars Ulrich pulls out the sword and puts it on Arwen's neck.

"Stop."

However, Arwen Kirgayen was not surprised by the cool touch of the iron sword that slit my throat.

It was only by this evil and raising the prince.

While Kars Ulrich could not pierce the sword that touched her neck, she set up the prince with a gear.

"Thank you."

Finally, the prince, who stood up on his feet, smiled in Paris and thanked him.

Then he put the royal sword in the ground, which he had not put out of his hand to the end.

The body of the prince, who seemed to have fallen down right away, stood still.

The stairs to the sky are falling.

A song came out of his mouth.

"All that remains is the screaming of the mighty people on the stairs.

At first, the voice, which was so weak that it could not be heard without listening, began to resound everywhere.

The voice of the liars shall be heard, and there is none in the whole world that knoweth not their fall. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

And a light burst out.

In the bright light, the prince looked back at my knights.

"Don't even think about saving my life with Nectar. Nectar will restore the body, but I won't be able to restore even my broken soul. "

So use Nectar where you need it more.

The prince smiled brightly before the knights opened their mouths.

"Thank you. Please turn around. "

A glorious flash devoured the prince without further ado.

And when the light gets dim again.

The prince closed his eyes quietly, leaning on the sword.

"Your Majesty..."

Adelia Bavaria whispered and approached the prince.

"Your Majesty, close your eyes..."

As soon as her hand touched, the prince collapsed.

Adelia Bavaria saw it as an unfocused eye.

The slowly crumbling prince, the knights running to the white prince.

Adelia Bavaria wrapped her cheek in two hands.

"Ah, ah..."

She was moaning as if she had done something real.

"Arghhhhhh!"

I screamed.

It was a moment when the hard chain, which had been connected to her soul, had to be broken.

* *

Sunny.

Lionel Leonberger frowns and looks at my hand.

The broken glass spills iron blood on the vane fingers.

"Lungs, Your Majesty! Are you all right?"

The crewmember who was dining with him rose from his seat with a desolate face.

"I can't help but sneeze on my fingers. "

Lionel Leonberger, wrapped around the tip of his big finger with a handkerchief from the servant, said, looking at the broken glass.

"Is the glass old? Everything's fine. "

"All the good dishes are sold for money. I can't say the quality of the rest of them is good. "

The marshal said to the king in a sinful face.

"It is time for everyone to buckle together, and the crew must not be so sinful. "

"I am so relieved that you understand. "

He said, as the crewmember who spoke so nicely remembered.

"By the way, the subjugation has come to a close. Perhaps His Royal Highness will be back soon. "

Lionel Leonberger looks out the window at the marshal's words.

It seems that even the eldest son who was told not to go into battle but to concentrate only on soothing the anxiety in the rear can think of him.

"I will punish you when I come back. I'm going to be very strict so that I can learn how to keep my place. "

The crew laughed.

I watched the king bluntly as he said he was punished, but couldn't hide his smile.

"Lungs, Your Majesty! "

At that time, the Court Knight Leader opened the door and ran in.

"Your Royal Highness...! "

Lionel Leonberger's smiling face hardened.

"Your Majesty..."

The marshal alternates with the king and the messenger with a pale face.

Lionel Leonberger stood up.

He headed straight for the glottis.

I saw the knights stop in front of the gate.

The young lions who boasted of the kingdom were not even flustered by the king's movements.

Their shoulders come into the eyes of Lionel Leonberger.

Originally, there should have been a proud clergyman's scepter, full of scratches and cuts.

The moment he saw them, Lionel Leonberger felt something cut off in his head.

When he regained consciousness, he stood in front of a small cart.

"Tongue, brother... get up. "

I didn't even know my father was coming.

"How do you look like that? Please...! Please! Open your eyes! Brother!"

Later on, my father said he was a feisty man.

"Ah, Father. Your Majesty, you are strange. I'm not answering, I'm just sleeping. Your Majesty will punish this lazy brother who sleeps without even knowing he's here... No. Don't let the bees down and just wake me up! "

I always used to cry like a child when I was younger than I was. Lionel Leonberger, who looked at him with a stiff face, broke his stiff neck.

There was his son.

The eldest son who left the royal palace to sink the chaos of the kingdom, the one who promised that he would be punished severely if he returned a little while ago.

I lay down quietly with my hands together on the cart and my chest closed.

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