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

"Umm."

Lionel Leonberger opens his eyes as he sweeps.

The firewood was burning in the dark indoors and in the fireplace.

He lay there for a while and looked at the ceiling.

After a while, I turned my head.

An overly large bed and a stiff blank with no crumples.

"It was a dream."

A sigh echoed in a tranquil settlement.

Lionel quietly chews his dreams.

He was a boy in a dream, a young man. He was a prince, a king.

Next to him was a woman who longed to see him again in her dreams.

Pre-life, youthful, vibrant.

No matter how vivid he looked, he still smiled brightly when he woke up from his dream.

My breasts ate.

If it had been another time, I would have seen the sky with a depressed face, touching only empty breasts that seemed to have been cut off.

But not today.

A corner of my chest was warm.

Even though it was just a dream, I couldn't have liked to see my longing face again.

A smile came to his mouth as he closed his eyes still.

"Umm."

In the meantime, the dark world began to brighten a little.

I felt popular too.

Lionel opened his eyes.

Argh.

When he arose, he stopped what his servants were doing and bowed his head.

"Don't mind me doing what I was doing."

In a gentle voice, the hand of the servants was again shattered.

One of them approached and picked up his laundry.

After cleansing, the spirit that wandered through the dream while refining the garment with the help of the servants returned to its original state.

He sat by the window, enjoying a little sunshine, and drank the tea prepared by his servants.

Knock, knock.

Someone came to him just in time.

"Stop."

The door opened scarcely before the end of the horse and a clean old knight appeared with his head.

I was Earl Schuhilde Schutgart, a former court knight.

He welcomed a loyal old knight.

"Welcome home. If you're not busy, don't come with me."

"What would the old man do if he had nothing to do with it? I won't specification it."

I sat across from him as if the old man had waited.

For a while they drank tea without a word.

It was the old man who opened his mouth first.

"Somehow you look good."

"Do you see that?"

Lionel smiled softly.

"I had a good dream and I feel refreshed. Lightweight, without even the body before."

"What kind of dream was it...."

"Margarita, I met her. What's so good about laughing is something that doesn't tarnish me. So I said it was good to see you again, and I laughed at you without saying anything."

"I hope you enjoyed it.

"It was good. I didn't want to wake up."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Don't stare too hard just because it was that good."

"I'm glad you have a message."

The old knight pinched his past as he fled southern Burgundy and tried to die with Moriarty.

"That's never happened before."

"Just because time has passed doesn't mean it never happened."

"I haven't done that before, but these days, I'm picking up old stories. More nagging. I heard that when I was old."

"I'm already old. I'm old enough to be called an old man."

"It's unfair to say that with that face."

There were wrinkles on his face, as if he were truly unjust.

In the aftermath of accepting the soul of the Founding King as a deficient vessel, Nectar's medicine was not enough.

The old man shrugs.

"That's why you cared a little more about training."

"I broke the sword because of you saying I can't see the qualities."

"His Majesty has heard that from me, but he has become the most popular knight on the continent."

"If I had known that you didn't see people like that in the first place, I would have split the time and gotten more into training."

It seemed as if the two men who were exchanging conversations were talking without a long friend.

The servants didn't see it any weirder.

If it was natural, it was natural.

It was decades ago that the old knight began to question him. In fact, it was no exaggeration to say that I spent the longest time with Lionel except Margarita.

How shallow is the trust that we have built in each other over those years, and how light are the feelings of love towards each other?

It is no longer possible to treat each other in the same way as a storehouse in a palace without a position.

"If you drink it all, get up. Unless you intend to remain alone in an uninhabited room."

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"It's been a long time since I've shot a bow."

According to his answer, the knight stood up with a face full of knowledge.

"I'll take you."

"Of course."

Lionel takes a short stand.

The servants and court knights followed him.

He casually walks through the palace.

Then I stopped walking and looked at the palace.

The workers were busy moving far away.

His eyes followed the buildings of the Imperial Palace, whose construction was a window.

After the war, the Leonberg Empire decided to nest with the old Duke of Brien as its new Emperor.

In the meantime, the castle used by Duke Bryant was heavily renovated and expanded, and was just about to be finalized.

The new nest of the Leonbergers was surprisingly beautiful, even though it had not yet been decorated.

It was natural.

The Dwarf craftsmen in charge of the design of the Imperial Palace were, among other things, the greatest mysters in the collection.

The great Dwarf Mysters ran all over the place, commanding the construction, and the results could not have been normal.

He stood there for a while and captured the appearance of the new palace.

I wasn't bored when I saw it.

Unlike the old palace, which is brazen and impoverished, it is like the future of Leonberg, so it is like a new era full of radiance and wonder, unlike its own chisel, which is torn apart by humiliation and humiliation.

I felt bad for my heart.

"Unexpected? A palace designed by Dwarf Mysters. I can't even imagine what it would look like."

So I stopped shaking.

I've been asking you how many times I don't know.

"If it weren't for him, who in the world would have made those stubborn men walk all the way to this place, and who else could have made them stand up and do what I do?"

I asked a question that I couldn't even remember.

"All thanks to His Majesty the Emperor."

The stalker spoke with a big, chatty face.

"Actually, now that I'm here, where's the kid's achievement? None of Leonberg's achievements has ever been more than his hands. A while ago, the remnants of Burgundy sent a messenger to tell the doctor of the rebellion. How great it is to have an enemy come and kneel on their own without fighting."

"The Emperor said he was furious that he had not surrendered before the battle."

"He used to look like he was going to buy people without wings."

"It seems that your friendship was ruined and angry...."

"A child who would have ignored the messenger and succumbed with strength had accepted them before. It's time to become a real emperor with courage and mercy."

Lionel also knew that the curse of mercy was reluctant, but he praised the maturity of his eldest son as if he had forgotten black.

I don't care how the seniors and others around me see themselves.

His mouth stopped as he continued to praise his eldest son without much rest, after arriving at the armpit set up in the palace.

"Whoa!"

"Ohhh!"

I heard a shout across the wall of the Smoke Army.

Lionel, who paused for a moment in the commotion, stepped back into the armor.

Bang!

A mass of Seekerman flew through the sky and fell on the wall, terrified to enter the armoury.

The dirt that was blooming cloudy sank.

And in it, the identity of the Seekerman mass was revealed.

It was originally quite handsome, but now it's a man with a mess of yolks.

"Earl Eli...?"

Bernardo Eli, the silver lion of the Empire and commander of the Superior Knights.

He frowns on his mouth, blinks his eyes, and looks at the young lions, who are scattered without froth. He hears a shout.

"Wow! I won again!"

"How many times has it been? Eli's full memory!"

"I know! Forty-nine is forty-nine!"

The eyes of Lionel, who turned his head after shouting, saw the rangers who should be in winter. The court buyers and the Knights of Balahard were also with them.

"No way!"

"Yes. How could you not see once!"

In the center, there was a woman with a red eye and a single iron sword in her hand.

The head of the Bavarian Earl, who was the Emperor's most beloved woman and sewed the place of the Empire's greatest knight.

"Hail Lord Adelia!"

"Long live the sword!"

It was Swordsmanship Adelia Bavaria.

Adelia Bavaria takes a long breath.

At the same time, a horrible light flashed across his eyes.

Then the glaucoma appeared mild, with the eye tail sagging.

"Ah...?"

She opens her eyes round, and hurriedly kneels on one side.

The rangers and knights, who had lost their minds in the battle of the silver lions, also noticed the visitor late and raised their heads.

"Let's all get up."

In Lionel's words, the Knights and Rangers, including Adelia Bavaria, were immediately in position.

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

"That's not true."

Adelia Bavaria, who shrugged her sword, replied briefly.

The image of the past, which was shrunk as it was shrunk, was a knightly tone that would never come to mind.

Lionel bluntly ordered the appearance.

"I can't just shoot a few bows, so I'll do what I've been doing."

I was right. I couldn't care less if the Emperor's father told me that he had resigned from the throne.

In general, this was the case.

But the Rangers and the Knights of the North were never common.

They hesitate to sit back in their seats, fearing Lionel's men to fall.

Only the court knights were polite and upright. "Next!"

Adelia Bavaria parted with him and shouted at the knights.

One of the knights stood up, drew his sword and ran to her.

And he could not stand for a while, and flew away with blood loaves.

Another article challenged Adelia Bavaria.

The results were the same.

Adelia Bavaria's hands were merciless.

The knights fall out of the rope several times before even dividing the sword.

The rangers, who were watching, rushed to a corner of the armoury and slammed the knights.

"Next!"

Adelia Bavaria continued to shout. Lionel smiles a little.

But he was just a moment, too.

He soon grabbed the bow that Count Schuhilde Schutgart had given him.

Then he shoots an arrow at the target on one side of the arm.

One, two, three...

Six, seven, eight...

And nine feet.

I don't shoot very carefully, but the flesh of the shooter is stuck in the center of the target.

"You seem to be better than before Dorian."

Finally, Lionel laughed with a tenth arrow in his target.

"That's it. I think I can make it all right now."

I wasn't just saying.

In fact, all the arrows he blew before he left the armory were hit by a target.

"Margarita should have seen this."

After blowing the arrow without a circle, he stood up for a while and said a bundle of arrows stuck in the target.

The old man dared not answer, but simply bowed his head.

Lionel, who saw it, knocked on the shoulder of the old knight, saying, "What else do you see?"

"Hmm."

Adelia Bayern and the knights, who were still in the middle of the battle, quietly went out of the armoury after he broke up with her.

This time his steps stopped in front of a door somewhere deep in the Imperial Palace.

Chuck.

The new court knight commander, Kars Ulrich, who was guarding the front door in an unbroken position, thanked Lionel for his example.

"Your Majesty is arriving first and talking to the sculptor."

Kars Ulrich's words make him laugh at his head.

"I have something to say to the sculptor."

In response to his question, Kars Ulrich somehow avoided answering with a difficult face.

"Ask yourself, Al 'ter."

As Lionel glances, Karls Ulrich announces his inner space and opens the door.

In the splendid interior, there was Idrian Leonberger, his eldest son and monarch of the Empire.

"…… so…… put it in…… and grow it."

The eldest son stood at the door and whispered something to the elongated carpenter.

I was so focused that I didn't even know who was coming.

"Hmmm."

Lionel coughed.

Idrian Leonberger turns around after noticing that someone has come.

"Hut."

My eldest son turned around and was flawless.

Torr.

Blue eyes rolled busy.

It was very suspicious as if I had been caught doing something bad.

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