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

Arwen Kirgayen was forced to admire it when the apprentices rolled off the floor in a row.

How long has it been since we broke up?

Gear up to the full knight of the Wire Magnetic Corps on the prince's skill.

A splashy air burst into the air. Even now, the sword shook everywhere and the sound of a knife slamming into his ear seemed to be heard.

However, I could not hear the metal sound that I had been waiting for, and I heard a frozen sound.

"The seventeenth creation of my Black Master..."

"My work is the 100th masterpiece. "

Prince and Dunham, who seemed to be fighting with their swords, began to brag about my sword.

"I've never heard of a master making the 100th sword. "

"Of course. He completed it a few days ago. "

"I heard it was made about a year ago, 70 times. "

The shapes of the man with the sword are so attractive that they can't be seen.

"I heard you melted quite a lot of swords before you made this sword. "

"No matter how..."

"I can't even see how many swords the Lord's Black Master has melted. "

I didn't actually see the melted sword, but the prince's face was cheerful. Dunham looked angry at it again.

My toys were better than all the big grown-ups. There was no difference between a snot-nosed boy and a bragging boy.

"If you don't believe me, send someone to Count Elon. "

"Really? Is that really a masterpiece? "

How long do I have to watch this worthless little booze? Arwen sighs, and the childish bragging is finally over.

"I don't know. If you win me, this sword will be Lord's. "

Dunham's attitude changed with the provocation of the prince.

Arrow.

His foresight extended to all sides.

Even a little while ago, he thought he was a downtrodden opponent, so the power he revealed was considerable. The expression was also advanced without prior notice.

"Even though the path was wrong, I knew as much as the hard work I put into it. "

I have only one prince known to have cooked Mana Hart, but I have defeated many of the people with the rings, so I think this place is virtually as good as the effort.

"I would like to pay a small tribute to you for coming to the tournament as best I can. "

A strange light bursts into Dunham's sword. It was proof that there was no less manna in it.

"A little tribute. "

The prince laughed.

"That's a lot."

It was a strange smile that seemed to be laughing, and it seemed to be laughing gladly.

"But it's not my place in the first place. That should do it. "

It seemed to rebuke the straightness of the wire, and if I heard anything else, it seemed to help me with my position.

But there was neither anger nor self-help in the prince's face, who said so.

"If the salutation toward me belongs only to my people, it suffices. "

The prince looks back. Arwen stares at the stunned prince. But the prince's gaze was not toward her.

"Adelia."

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

The woman who seemed to be the prince's maid replied.

"Look at one thing. "

"I will."

The prince looked forward again.

"This is the way forward. "

Blame it.

The prince kicked the floor.

* *

"How many times have we been? "

Earl Valerhardt replied that Yoke Wiloden did not take it personally.

"Fourth. "

The veil frowns.

"While the First Prince was on duty, His Majesty the Three and His Majesty the Five went, and not long ago His Majesty the Four did not come. He probably won't come any further. "

He has no interest in the throne. Yoke Wiloden puts a cup of tea in his mouth with a relaxed face.

"If you'll excuse me..."

"The wireman hasn't made a choice yet. "

Yoke Wiloden's mouth was opened even before the words were finished.

"How dare you discuss your choice. "

"It's a pity you said that. "

In the tone of Vale's day, Yoke Wiloden rather played Hilnan.

"In the first place, it would have been hard for you to lose your body. If the commander of the 3rd Army had supported you, your nobles would not have felt the same way. "

"I'm a soldier. All I have to do is defend the borders, not politics. "

"Then go and guard the border. Just like I've done so far. Don't impersonate a political aristocrat. "

At the end of the day, Vale shut his mouth.

It is because the prince himself knew that his blame was great when he arrived at the border of the Isolated Officers.

But he also had an excuse.

His nephew was too stupid to be king. If that had been all, Vale would not have been so resolute about his nephew becoming a cancer soldier.

But my nephew wasn't just incompetent. Urgent and greedy, and ferociously impulsive.

His nephew was still a tyrant.

Of course, he tried to fix his nephew's rotten temper. But his efforts could not bear any fruit, so he bought only his nephew's grudge.

Drunk by a potion made out of a special technique, the hammock pulls his niece out of the bed and makes her happy. Then I was drugged and even ran to stab my outsider with a knife.

That's when I realized my niece couldn't be saved.

I was disappointed and frustrated and returned to the north. Soon after, the poisoned liquor was a gift. I enclosed a letter with audacity.

Vale drank the liquor without leaving anything behind. I don't know where I got it, but the cheap poison burns me to Mana. I even burned the blood with poison.

It was her affection that covered the case, and it was because of her compassion that she met her nephew who promised never to see her again.

[Half a year and a half of working with a child at a time when you need to build a foundation is actually something you're afraid of no longer seeing him as a legitimate successor.]

She said she was going to die. If I refuse again, I will kill myself. She was still a woman.

Dory had no choice but to take over her niece.

I had no expectation that my nephew would be different, and I could not even support him. I was just trying to lose some weight and go back to the North.

But the ruin that I believed would never change changed changed.

Having had a hard day of training, the day grew differently. I didn't even know if it was a memory loss or a resurrection. All that mattered was that her nephew was finally different.

When I burned the poison that I dug in my body, I thought I burned all of my blood. But it looks like there was a fire left.

After I woke up, I was confident that I should start over from now on and accept my sister's request that I take back the prince's rights that were originally mine.

That's why I found the wire.

"You said it yourself. The First Prince should never be king. "

Vale woke up in a chilled voice, digging his ears.

"Then why do you come now and cry like a guardian of His Royal Highness! "

Bang, yoke willoden lowers the table.

"Do you have any appetite for power at the end of the year? You shouldn't have done this in the first place! Have you thought about how your choice will confuse the kingdom? "

I had nothing to say. Because what Yoke Wiloden said was true.

If the commander of the 3rd Army were to step up to His Majesty's throne and enter the newly created courtyard, there would be no less confusion.

Nevertheless, the answer to be given by Vale was set.

"It was a misjudgement. "

He looks straight at Yoke Wiloden.

Knight of the Quadchain, one of the five gifted lions like himself, who is a great friend.

"From now on, I intend to make it right. "

And the person that Nephew needs most.

"Give me a chance. "

Vale said.

"At least so we can be on the same starting line as the other princes. "

I bowed my head. The waist of a proud stranger who had never bowed before anyone but the King has been bent.

"Please."

Yoke Wiloden opens his mouth and closes again.

"I don't know. I don't know if you've changed or if His Highness has changed. "

The tone of York-Willoden reopened after a while.

"I'll think about it. "

Then the door was opened.

"Sir Wiloden! "

Before the answer fell, the ferromagnet opened the visit and lowered his head.

"What a fuss! "

Yoke Wiloden frowned and stabbed the knight. However, it seems that the knight was in a hurry to deliver his message immediately rather than reprimand the commander.

"You should come out for a moment! "

"What the hell happened to the yard that your precious guest visited..."

"Because of that guest! "

It was Vale who responded to the article first.

Beep beep.

Vale told the knight what happened on the spot.

"Lead the way. I'll listen as I go. "

Yoke Wiloden rises one foot late.

* *

Prince Dunham and Farenheid began the vetting process, and Yoke Wiloden tempered it.

"What the hell! Knights don't think about the afterlife! "

The knight flinches at the words of Yoke Wiloden.

"What the hell do you want? "

Victory does not increase honor, but it was he who was in charge of the citadel that made it difficult for the prince to get hurt. Natural Yoke Wiloden's voice was forced to rise.

"Don't worry. Dunham is a skilled planner. The Holy Spirit has a promising face, but he knows the extent of it, so it won't be a big deal. No, but why are you so slow? "

Yoke Wiloden reflects on my friendship and makes a sound that doesn't fit in front and back.

"I wouldn't be the one to worry about right now. "

Looking at him like that, Vale Balahard said:

"What?"

"It's not me you should be worried about. "

Yoke Wiloden frowns. I held my nephew in my arms again, and it seemed to me that his eyes were darkened. He fills his tongue.

"I fought the prince and the sword a while back. "

Looking at Yoke Wiloden like that, Vale Baleard said:

"I used the Aurora Blade in the tournament. "

York-Willoden made an impression on Warlock.

"You pray that your knight does not get hurt. "

"You're getting really weird. I don't look well, but every word I say is weird. "

I said so and rushed to the next step. The muscular member in his head had to stop the battle before he hit the accident.

But I think it was too decorative.

"Waaah!"

I heard a scream digging my ears. By the time Yoke Wiloden had almost reached the desired destination.

"Argh!"

A distant mass flew along with a scream.

Yoke Wiloden opens his eyes.

He who pulled out his tongue for a long time and turned his eyes halfway through the air was familiar to him.

It was natural. His eyes were not dark enough to recognize my unit.

The lump that became the blood loaf and flew through the air was the planner of the Wire Magnetic Corps.

What the hell?

The party in the tournament did not understand where the wrong man was going, and Yoke Wiloden did not understand.

I looked around. I didn't even know their leader was here. I saw iron knights screaming in excitement. There were a few men lying on their feet with their eyes turned upside down. Dunham Farenheit was also in the gap.

It became the same crowd that flew through the air.

Yoke Wiloden turns his head. One prince was seen in his eyes. I saw a prince with a sword. The prince would have suffocated to his shoulders and would have been rebuilt without a single wound.

"I told you. "

I was looking at him, and my best friend was talking.

"I had to use the AuroraBlade. "

The prince suddenly shouted before even chewing the meaning of the word properly.

"Next!"

How arrogant that voice was screaming like a roar.

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