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

The boiling atmosphere was very rough. The knights of the Wire Magnetic Corps were tormented as if they were throwing only fire seeds and waving and tattooing.

It's too gruesome to be seen in front of a prince of a country.

But I didn't think it was any weirder.

The articles of the past were simultaneous prosecutors, poets and adventurers. At the same time, he was a soothsayer on the hard road to transcendence and completeness. They were free without further ado, and the only thing that could redeem them was the karma of my will.

But not the knights now.

They were neither free nor the first to consider living for the monarch, rather than my own completion and transcendence.

Stiff-necked, educated, and not paid tribute to my master. There was nothing new about that disdainful attitude because they were such people.

I was neither worthy of their respect nor worthy of their allegiance.

The short tribute they paid was merely a formal one, sent to the royal flag.

If they didn't even have it, they'd have drawn their swords already.

I knew that, and outsiders and court knights. There was no one here who did not know that.

I thought so.

Not until you feel like you're on fire like you're burning my back.

"Huh?"

Looking back, Adelia was there. Tired of vigorous horseback riding movements, his eyes were blazing like fire.

It seems that the power of the wire has provoked her bad parts.

[Butcher] or [War Crazy].

"Adelia."

I hastily calmed her down just in case she had a seizure.

Fortunately, rather than the traits that have just begun to bloom, I began to develop (?) was the dominant characteristic of slavery.

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

Her voice answered as usual. The naturalization of the two eyes, which burned like a cypher, was also turned off.

Hoo.

Exhale from the relief and tell the outsider.

"I'll see you at dinner later. "

His gaze was on Count Yoke Wiloden. He nods. It was permissible to wander around the castle at will.

I couldn't help but be reluctant.

"Arwen."

A beautiful worker steps forward and kneels on one knee with a thieving move.

"I only waited for the day that I would see you again. "

In her words, the power of the wire fluctuated again.

In fact, her words were a foothold of pride in themselves for achieving the commitments we had to reconvene after qualifying.

"I waited too. "

I approached Arwen as I wanted to see it deliberately. She doubted my unfailing kindness and refused to touch me.

You must have looked so sweet to everyone. So the wireman must be sending a fervent gaze.

Of course it was intended.

"Well, let's go somewhere quiet and talk about what happened. "

He said he was in a good mood again. They were really simple and easy to know men.

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"Your Majesty?"

When I stopped at your quarters where I was going to talk to you in a quiet place, Arwen looked back at me with a suspicious face.

I looked back, ignoring her. I saw the knights of the Wire Magnetic Corps following me from afar.

"Do you have something to say to me? "

Knights flinch at me. I never thought I'd ask you this openly.

"If you have something to say, do it. "

The answer was not heard. But it seemed good. They may not have anything to say, but I was there.

"I want to hold the sword of the most powerful of kingdoms. "

I pulled the case out straight away. Due to the somewhat delayed schedule, there was not much time allowed for me.

"Who will show me the sword of the wire? "

Wires roar in my words.

They exchange their gazes, they look at me, they blink again. I promised that I would not be held responsible by naming Leonberger because my position was too burdensome.

But there was still no one to step up.

"Is there anyone? The wires of the underworld are weak. "

I pushed my tongue with exaggeration and turned around.

"Sire, there is not enough body or body to represent the sword of the wire. "

There was a man who fell cold on the childish provocation.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd dare to stand before you. "

He was a young man who looked like an apprentice.

"I don't want to say anything. I asked for it first. "

Then he stretched out his hand, and Adelia gave him her chin and sword. But the sword was the Earth made by the master with his soul.

"Not this. "

It's not about making a light battle into a bloodbath.

He frowned and said, "Adelia gave me the Training Sword that killed the day of the Hustle."

"Dale of the Dennant family. We have not yet received a formal standing. "

Likewise, Dale said, the man with the training sword in his hand.

Speaking of elongation, when I saw Arwen clean, I was too young to beat me to look good on her.

She seemed to have more feelings than her peers.

"Then I'll go. Please be careful."

Dale runs nicely. It was a move that was more powerful than necessary.

"Tsk."

I felt somewhat sorry for an apprentice named Dale.

From now on, he'll never want to be seen in front of a woman he likes.

"Ugh!"

Dale bounced off as he ran. I looked terrible when I pulled out my tongue and turned my eyes white.

It was a little uglier than I thought. So I became a little more sorry.

But in the first place, my business was not a tadpole.

"Next."

When I reach for it, the wireman growls. One big man came forward, blinding each other.

"This is Paul Lotheim, third year apprentice. "

Seeing as I was somewhat empowered when I talk about the number of suns, it seems like I had a longer period of training than Dale.

But what does that all mean? The results will be the same anyway.

"Huff!"

Paul, who was struck by a crucifix, fainted as he was.

"... in the fourth year. Thank you very much."

"... it's the fifth year. "

The men went out in a row. The number of sunflowers increased by one. That much victory has added to me.

"This is Muller Mullahad, an eighth year apprentice. "

Once again, a man went out. He was a much more orderly man than the others. He seemed different from the apprentices who had gone so far.

"It's going to be a little different this time. "

I assure you, Muller, in fact he was the first of the wire weavers to stop my sword and prove my skill.

"Looks like you're seeing Arwen. "

But that was it. He had the same level of Arwen. And Arwen was already defeated by me at the time.

I'm not like that anymore.

"The Black Wire Man is never weak... Argh! "

Mueller, who got hit by a boat, rolls out to the ground before the sum of the five passes.

"Kuuuuuuuuuu!"

The moaning navy saw the wire messengers as they parted with Muller. There were some deep-eyed among the dogs. They were formal members, not apprentices.

These guys have heavy asses.

It was clear to them that fighting a manganese and a sword like me would not be enough for me.

"The wire speaks only. "

I provoked blatantly. The real wireman twirls his eyebrows. But they still didn't seem willing to go out.

"Arwen."

I turn my head and look at Arwen.

Her eyes were full of surprises. When I won the eighth year of apprenticeship, I was quite surprised.

That was it.

She was astonished at my growth, but not more agitated. As much as I have grown, I am confident that I have also grown.

"When I go back, you come with me, too. "

"If you so desire. "

The wires buzzed at her answer.

No way I killed Arwen. (Chuckles)) I didn't think she would come out, and I also knew she would answer wisely. It was an unexpected response.

"Your Majesty."

A loud voice was heard behind my back. I looked back with a smile of repentance.

One of the men who had looked at me from the very beginning was looking at me. Among the formal members, he was a man of deep vision.

"I heard you like betting. "

You want me to?

"Why don't you make a little bet to make some entertainment? "

An in-house gaze turned to Arwen. I looked into what I was trying to gain by making a bet without having to listen to it.

"Do..."

"Unavailable. "

A man who was trying to make fun of his mouth opened his eyes. I didn't think I'd say no before I heard the terms.

"She is not the prize of the tournament. "

"Your Majesty..."

Arwen became a strange face in my words.

It seemed absurd to ask if that expression was not what you were going to say, and on the contrary, it seemed a little touched by what I said.

"I'll make another call instead. "

When I glanced at Kars, I brought him a sword, just as he had waited. A magical sword that was given to the eldest son of a loyal Earl Elon.

"If you win, I'll give you this sword. "

Greed came to mind in the company's eyes.

"Your Majesty. I'd rather..."

Arwen recognizes the value of the magic sword in her singular breath.

"You are a hundred times more precious than a sword. "

The value of the Sword Master could not be compared to the Sword. Besides, I'm not losing.

"What am I going to walk if I don't? "

"I don't know. Sir, there's something I need. "

"I may not be worthy of that sword, but I have a treasure, so I'll hang on to it. "

I had no reason to refuse because I said I wouldn't have to. As I happily accepted, the man rolled up one of his purchases.

It looked like the magic sword was mine already.

"Dunham on the Farenheights. He is a full knight of the Wireless Knights and has the achievement of the Triple Chain in front of his nose. "

It was an attitude that was not confident enough to be arrogant, but it wasn't excessive if it was really ahead of the Triple Chain.

Of course, I had no intention of making Dunham shudder in front of me.

"Double chain. "

"Your Majesty?"

"I have to say it right away. It's not like you've achieved it with your nose. "

In my words, Dunham coughed with a faint face. However, after taking a look at him, he looked nothing.

He had a pretty thick face.

"Then, Lord Dunham, the Knight of the Double Chain. Are you going to do the training with a swordsman or are you going to do it with a checker? "

"Do as you wish. "

Dunham pretends to listen to me even if I insist on using a self-examination. That's how confident you are.

"There was a man who was so confident and humiliated..."

That, too, was a while ago.

"I'll do it with a checkup. "

In my words, one of the apprentices gave Dunham a test.

"I will use this sword. "

Dunham put out his sword like he was proud.

The color of the body straightened to a gorgeous yet practical crossguard seems to be perfect for pretending.

"The 17th sword made by a craftsman called Master of Swords in recognition of his skill. Even though it doesn't reach the sword after the 30s, which is called luxury, it doesn't mean that the master's skill is going nowhere. "

If you win, it belongs to this black charge. Dunham grumbled and said,

"Is there a time when you're so cunning? "

I laughed.

"I was about to use the sword I received from the master. "

I don't even have a name. I was just given a number.

How ridiculous Dunham looks with such a sword.

Still, there was nothing I could do to match it.

"This is the 100th masterpiece. "

"Erm", who burned the last soul, was in my hands.

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