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

The outsider always talked like a mouthpiece.

It's real from the two rings. There's only one ring that doesn't resonate with the Mana of the Heart.

That was never an exaggeration.

The moment I received Dunham's sword head-on, I realized it. My stomach rang. It was different from when I dealt with an outsider. I used [Poetry of the True Dragon] then, but for me now, it was just a mediocre [Poetry of the Battle].

And the [poem of strife], which only offset the extent of the wave of a ring, could not protect me perfectly from the wave that the two rings resonated with each other.

I pressed down in a buzzing belly and took a short breath.

I saw Dunham's face in the rain. The eyes of a hawk who was aiming for food were filled with speculation like that.

Bang!

The moment the sword hit me, the wave flipped inside me again. But instead of shrinking, I put out my sword again. Dunham's sword blocks its path before it reaches the end with a flash of silver.

After a brief stiffness, Dunham's sword crawls down on the blade like a bloody snake. He pulls it up like he grabs a sword and bounces off a sticking blade.

"Hap!"

The sword was rotated halfway through the air with a short breath. At the end of it, of course, was Dunham. Dunham raises his sword vertically as it bounces.

Bang!

Iron and iron, Mana and Mana, speculation and speculation struck into flames. There was an endless amount of black light in the flames.

Bang!

I take a breath. I feel like I'm breathing fire. I'm starting to feel that heat.

Bang.

My ears have eaten. It must have been the heat that erupted from the horizon.

"...! "

Dunham's mouth fell. But I didn't know what he was saying.

I couldn't hear you.

All I could hear was an awkward bang every time a sword struck me in the air.

I was strangely cold.

Black moves relentlessly, but it wasn't like my sword. I didn't even feel the shock that had to be felt every time I touched the sword.

Are you out of your mind already? I think Mana's out.

I look at Dunham. A speculative eye is staring straight at me.

Why can't I feel the waves?

When the bear thought about it, the answer didn't come out. In the meantime, I was busy moving my black air.

Bang.

At some point, the edge of Dunham's sword was tangled with a swarm of light. Even in the awkward mood, my skin frowned.

I saw Dunham lift his sword.

I saw the faces of the spectators looking over the wide shoulders. Among them were Adelia and Arwen.

"...! "

"......! "

Their expression was ridiculous, as if they were playing something. I moved my gaze again. I saw flashes falling vertically from the sky.

The sword moved by itself. Moderately oblique, just enough for that luminous swarm that falls from the sky to flow on.

The scintillator touched the sword. My sword was also swarming with light. Light flows through the light.

(chuckles)

At that moment, I felt a blunt sensation. As if holding the viscera and shaking it, I bite it.

Bang.

Dunham's sword poured down on Earth. Dirt splashes, and stones splash.

My sword bounces off the moment the weight that I pressed from top to bottom disappears. A swiveled sword tip in the air faces Dunham's shoulder.

There was a silver line in the air. And a little late, red blood splattered up.

"...! "

Dunham opens his mouth.

You pull the sword. Blood splashes again. Dunham's sword, which dug through the floor, rushed at me once more.

But I had already moved behind Dunham's back.

I swung my sword as hard as I could while fixing my sack. Dunham, who got his back plate on the sword, snaps his back forward. He lifts up his feet and kicks behind his knees as if he were defenseless.

(chuckles)

Dunham knelt.

Fresh.

I swivelled my body once and swung my sword with all my might. Dunham, who got flanked, flew into the air.

I looked at Dunham in the air with my eyes closed. My face blurred. And there appeared the face of the wrong person.

It was the face of another article, not Dunham.

His face blurred again. Another face was revealed. Again, it was a completely different face. He rolled over the floor without knowing who he was.

"Next!"

A breath full of heat, a buzzing voice, a face made up, and ran up.

At that moment, the world that had eaten returned to its original state.

"Petton fainted! "

"Oh, my God!"

Suddenly a torn silence, my spirit that was raised to the end of the sky, plunged down.

My body has cooled.

"Ha, ha. "

My heart is pounding. I can barely breathe.

The Mana in the heart was exhausted and emptied, and the muscles twitched and screamed from time to time.

I jumped like my heart burst. My mouth was dry. Every time I took a breath, my mouth seemed to split.

"Wack! I really won again! "

After hearing the cheers of a bunch of runaway knights, I was able to recall everything.

He defeated Dunham and then fought four more knights. And, uh...

"Five wins!"

I won.

When I realized that, I was awake.

"I endured a thousand waves while fighting a hundred times.

"Even in the presence of a greater wave.

I heard a dog blurry in my head and a low yelling.

"I'm getting up with my sword now.

A newly added phrase.

Increases [Poetry of Confederation] 's rank.

The [Poetry of Martial Arts] rank became [Extraordinary] in [Normal] rank.

Subsequently, I heard a message.

[Poetry of Confederation] changes accordingly.

[Poetry of Daejeon] A. You have become [Poem of Duel].

Just a few hours after arriving at the wire castle, I got what I wanted for a while longer than I expected.

I guess it's because I got what I wanted.

"Mmm."

Suddenly Ping's eyes twirled. I didn't have any strength in my body.

"Your Majesty!"

At that moment, a strong hand dug into his armpit. His unfamiliar hands helped me to sit on my knees with no strength.

I tightened my eyes and looked back.

Wen was right behind me. It was a strange face, but it was not difficult to guess who it was. The guy was wearing a wire company uniform.

But even though I knew who I was, I couldn't understand the unpleasant emotions that came to my face.

That was definitely a favour.

"Your Majesty."

A white man smiled, revealing his teeth.

"I salute your victory. "

His voice burst into horror at the end of his words.

"Salute the sword of the First Prince! "

"Pay tribute to that speculator! "

"I salute the victory! "

The knights of the Iron Magnetic Corps cheered as they looked at me. The men who pretended to be hostile enough to eat me were sending a more favorable gaze.

"They are."

Then I heard a loud voice.

"They're basically simple people. "

It was Yoke Wiloden, the leader of the Wire Magnetic Corps and commander of the citadel.

"There's nothing that makes them more enthusiastic about swords and victories. "

In his words I looked around once again.

Some smiled with their thumbs up, and others increased the five victories I had won by chatting. I saw someone giggling at my colleague who had not yet risen.

"Ah..."

I was staring at him with a blunt vision, and the outsider stumbled.

"You must have thought you'd buy a grudge. "

I unwittingly nodded.

I thought it was strange that they should restore their true honor and not draw their swords right away.

"A legitimate defeat is more valuable than an ugly victory. Now that we've done our best to each other, how important is winning and losing so dishonorable? "

"The name of a wire lion doesn't give you light if you lose a few battles. "

Yoke Wiloden listens to the outsider.

"Dunham may be a little grumpy. "

"Because I gave the sword to the one who boasted so much! "

"That's a tough one. How disgusting it used to be. It was hard to see. "

"Who's going to say it! You've been tied down for a decade! "

The wireman makes fun of his mouth noisily.

Certainly the chief or outsider was right. The knights seemed to have had more fun watching than losing.

But no matter how much it happened, it was a little too much to do without knowing my colleagues who were covered in blood.

"Your Majesty."

Later Adelia approached. It was a face full of awkwardness as to whether I was unharmed.

"You've sweated a lot. "

She wiped my face with a handkerchief she didn't know when to take it out. At that moment, the wireman sighed.

They are stuck in a remote citadel, and the poor men who wait for the day when my sword will be used are now going to leave even the only flowers that are planted in the citadel.

In a sense of responsibility, I held Adelia's hand appropriately.

Fiesta laughs.

"But there was one thing that didn't change. "

The whimsical and noble breeze of victory and defeat was as it is now. That's the puck. I'm glad I laughed.

* *

After two more days, I stayed in the wire castle and fought knights and swords. Some of them had knights they had not seen on the first day, and others rushed back to do the same thing as Dunham.

Of course I won all the matches with them.

Although all those who fought like that were the planners of the Iron Magnetic Corps, there was no reason for me to fight too hard against those who did not even step on my own.

At least for now.

"I'll see you next time. "

Upon horseback, looking back, York-Willoden and the wire saw me.

"Good luck next time. "

"Even the Count weighs in. "

I said a short greeting and stopped talking again trying to leave the castle. I just remembered what to do.

"Keep everything I've been here a secret. "

"Wouldn't it help to inform? "

If he had won against the wire lions, he asked if it would be of any use to defuse Mannani's notoriety.

Of course, the words of the Count were true. But right now I'm not very comfortable not taking the notoriety of Mannani off.

It's just a little tingly in the ear, or rather malicious in the way you look at me. It was only to that extent. And that didn't matter a bit to me.

"Can you tell me what kind of solidarity it is? "

"I have someone who wants to feed me a little bit. "

"If it's a problem..."

I spread out three fingers instead of answering. Yoke Wiloden chuckles as he understands the meaning of the gesture.

"I would gladly do that. "

I feel like I'm done greeting you. I turned around. After me, the court knights, Adelia, and Arwen followed. The outsider was already ahead of me.

"It's only urgent to have a temper. "

I squealed for a short time and squeezed my horse's waist.

"Unemployed!"

"Do you have something to say? "

When I called, the outsider slowed down the horse.

"Feud schedule. "

"Why the Feud Schedule. "

"Let's pull that forward a little bit. "

An outsider stares at me with a suspicious face.

"How long?"

"As soon as possible. "

Then he added a word.

"Like... as soon as you get back? "

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