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

It wasn't until I heard that the talker was brutal.

"Well, what about the fumes? "

Bernardo Eli asked like he was having a seizure.

"I can't use it. Manahart's completely broken. "

The prince was still preeminent.

The rest of us, who lost so much, were in such a flattering attitude that we doubted what would happen to our heads.

Bernardo Eli rarely accepted the words of the prince, whether his attitude was unrealistic or not.

"You're kidding."

Instead of answering, the prince looked at Bernardo Eli with transparent eyes.

Choke.

Bernardo Eli draws his sword.

Then he pushed forward.

"What are you doing? "

"I know it's a joke. "

"I'm not joking with this. "

"No, it has to be a joke. "

Bernardo Eli put out his sword again.

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Jimjit was full of desperate hues on his face, which he said was a playful gesture.

The prince sighed and grabbed the sword.

Tuck.

However, even the black sword he held with a sigh did not stay in the hands of the prince and fell into the bed.

"What are you doing? "

Bernardo Eli picked up the sword again and forced it into the hands of the prince.

Cans.

The sword of Mystery fell to the ground with a deep heart.

The man, who was white and tired of the sharp sound, said like a squeeze.

"Isn't that the sword you used to use? If so, I will bring your sword..."

"Bernardo."

The prince shook his head quietly, stopping him from saying such things.

"You already know. "

"What the hell..."

"I can't hear the butterfly. "

And I raised my hand and showed it to everyone.

Ripped, cracked palms.

"I can't hold a sword with my hands like this."

"No, it's not. Absolutely not. Look at my hand. My hands are as much wounded as yours..."

"I can't use a manatee, I don't have the strength in my hands. I'm having a hard time walking. "

Bernardo Eli, in his harsh confession, sat on the ground rather than looking at the prince.

"... how. But how."

Bernardo Eli grips his voice with evil.

"How could you be so naive? "

The prince shrugged.

"This is not a punishment. "

With a gentle smile like Tyre.

"This is a gift she left me. "

Seeing empty, empty voids, chasing someone who's not here with his eyes.

"I wish I could stop running like this. I guess I just forgot about swords and wars for a while and wanted to take a look around. That's why you brought me back and didn't fix the broken manahart. She must have had that ability. "

He sat in the garden the other night and said in a slow voice, full of appetite and longing, as when he was monotonous.

"Maybe I wanted to start over. Don't get tied up in the past anymore, start over. I noticed that Anne wanted to do the same. At the end, Anne called me Ian, not Ian. "

The prince looked back at the knights.

"So I tried to do that. "

And smiled small.

"As they wanted. "

It was a laughter without a shadow that could not be seen by those who lost everything and cared about it.

"To live like a man once. "

The old man who found the answer at the end of his affliction was as cunning as that.

At the same time, it was also a hopeful and praiseworthy expression of the expectation of a dreaming boy or woman.

The knights, who did not fit in with the situation, lost what they had to say to their faces.

They were expressions that did not understand what the prince was saying.

Except for one, Arwen KirGayen.

"That's a good idea. "

While the knights were just ignorant, Arwen Kirgayen stepped up and said to the prince,

Her remarkable aura was remarkable. At the edge of his mouth, he remembered even a subtle smile.

Not as knights, but as offensive as the attitude of the prince.

"That's what Arwen would have said. "

But the prince replied ferociously, as if he knew she would come out here from the beginning.

"I will be your sword. "

At that time Adelia Bavaria appeared before the prince with a splendid face, but no one else saw her.

"That's what I swore from the beginning. "

The prince opened his eyes.

Then he curled up his eyes and laughed.

"That's tough."

That was the beginning.

"What if there is no sword? Thousands of northern swords and spears awaiting your orders. "

Vincent Baleard growls that if anyone stands in your way, he'll dig right under your eyes.

"You told me the other day to be a shield. I'll just be a shield. "

Kars Ulrich said he would be faithful to his tenure as a court knight.

And Bernardo Eli said,

Bang.

I opened the visit and ran out.

"He's..."

Vincent Ballerhard is trying to get used to that irrational behavior.

"I've only seen your back since winter. It's probably hard to accept what's happening. "

Arwen Kirgayen stepped forward and complained about how much Bernardo Eli admired and wanted to resemble the prince as a knight.

Vincent Ballerhard asked the prince as if he thought of kicking his tongue.

"So what are you going to do now? "

"I don't have any special plans yet. "

The prince smiled brightly at the words.

"For now, I'm going to think about it a little bit. "

* *

"Give me the knife. "

Vincent Ballerhard made an impression.

"I hear you've been thinking about it all the time. "

"Uh, it's empty. "

As the prince had done something else, he said with pride.

"But the conclusion is again, Carl? "

"Uh."

"I'm going to use a knife. I can't even hold it right. "

"I said I was fine, but you're not talking too openly, are you? "

"So are you upset? "

"Not really. I want to change my attitude so quickly. "

"It's not the nature of what you put in the body. "

"So am I. "

After a while, a conversation without nutrients came and went.

"So why else would I need a knife that I can't even hold properly? "

Vincent Ballerhard opens his eyes and asks, and the prince bites his mouth.

"I can hold a little knife. "

"You want to learn a dagger? "

"No."

"Yes?"

"Make something. "

He frowned at unexpected words and asked.

"What?"

"That's all I know. Just give me a knife. "

"You need to know what you're doing to get a knife. "

"I'm going to cut down a tree. "

Again an unexpected answer, Vincent Ballerhard opened his eyes and saw the prince.

"That's why I'm going to save you. I won't."

The prince greets him with a nasty look on my face.

"Don't you need a tree? "

* *

"What is this? "

The prince, who saw a pile of wood on one side of the armpit, laughed in vain.

"I asked you to save a tree, and you moved a whole forest. "

It wasn't carving wood, but rather a few houses, and a huge amount of wood remained to be built.

Besides, it wasn't just wood that Vincent Ballerhard sent.

"Why are you here again? "

The ranger who was standing in front of the lumber pile laughed.

"You make something out of wood. "

"But."

"The most important thing about sculpting wood is handcraftsmanship! And once again, Jorden, if you're so talented! This Jorden is the best carpenter in the world! "

The prince laughed at the eloquent answer.

"Baldhad's best weekly, Baldhad's best ranger, and Baldhad's most covetous. And this time he's the best carpenter in the world? "

"Apart from being a lustful person, adding the word" handsome "to it is just my weakness. "

The prince's Vignan also replied that Ranger Jorden was four years old.

He then boasted about his versatility for a long time.

"Do you know how useful I am now? "

"I don't know. I understand why your uniform went off once. "

Jorden, who was buzzing unreservedly at the words, shut his mouth for the first time.

But since nature was chatty, I quickly opened my mouth again and began to shudder.

"So what are you trying to make? Accessories? Sculptures? Furniture? Weapons? "

"Once I try to make it..."

"Say whatever you want. The first carpenter in Baleard will use his experience and know-how to make His Majesty a great carpenter in no time at all. "

"So I..."

"If you have a woman in mind, why don't you make an accessory? If you call them wooden accessories, some people think they're cheap in a market bin, and that's the prejudice of the two of you who don't know each other! How elegant a wooden accessory can be, and you'll never think about it again. "

I opened my mouth several times. The prince who closed the road whispered.

Ranger's head was dizzy in an extreme hangout.

Ugh.

Adelia Bavaria, who was supporting the Prince without a word, frowned marginally.

Jorden shook his head and shut his mouth.

"... so what are you going to make? "

After a while, he looked carefully at Adelia Bavarian's eyes and asked.

Then the prince answered the Ranger's question with a dizzy face.

"Sculpture."

"There are also many different types of sculptures. Make a piece of any size and shape, and the trees are ten million by ten..."

"Adelia."

When Jordanian tried to make fun of his mouth again, the prince summoned the servant who was by my side.

"Cut that. "

"How can I cut it? "

"In just eight pieces at that size right now. "

The ranger's complexion turned white, as if he was really thinking about how to make himself disappear.

"Now, wait a minute..."

Even before the Ranger finished speaking, the light flashed and the sword flashed.

"Ugh!"

The Ranger hurriedly stabbed me.

Urr.

Then I looked right behind me.

One lumber that was piled up like a pile of sandalwood, a lump of moderately visible color, was rolling around the floor in eight minutes.

A big one.

Adelia Bavarian glances at the Ranger and passes by.

Chuck.

Whether she picked up a piece of Zucchini Island tree or not, she brought it to the prince.

"Perfect. "

A satisfying smile came to mind on the face of the prince who identified the piece of wood.

"Let's go in there. Take the knife. "

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

A short conversation followed, and the prince turned around and disappeared towards my place.

"I'm a little relieved to see that your body is still like that. "

A lonely ranger sighs with relief, rather than looking at the direction in which they disappeared.

But the relief was short.

"Ugh! It's ruined! Or else it's a long range patrol hit-and-run! "

The Ranger exclaims solemnly, recalling the unfortunate master, who was unable to send himself away for some reason.

* *

From that day on, the prince hung himself from carving trees all day long.

Even when the guests came, the carving knife was not put out of hand, and for the rest of the time, except for sleeping, they were eager to cut down trees.

However, it was not easy to sculpt with a broken hand, and the result of doing so was nothing but cold.

"When Ann did, it seemed easy. It's harder than I thought."

The prince who looked down at his produce grumbled.

Adelia Bavaria stares at the prince.

"Why?"

"I often wondered who she was..."

The prince grabbed a piece of wood that he had laid down for a while and replied.

"There you go. That kind of guy. "

Then he teased his unholy hand again and began to cut down the tree.

"It's hard to wear, and my heart is warm and warm. The sphere is not big, but the knife is incredibly hard to use. "

As Adelia Bavaria, I could not see the face of the prince who bowed his head.

"He told me to live without noticing anyone else. I told you to live as a human Idrian Leonberger, not a knight."

However, it was not difficult to guess what the prince was looking like.

"I told you to live more confidently than anyone else. "

I don't know, but the prince was probably laughing.

"There's such a wonderful woman. "

That's also warm puck.

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