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

Nymphs, dwarves, dark green clans and giants.

Man was one of the many species in the world.

I was not as good at magic as a fairy, nor was I as gifted as a dwarf.

He was neither accustomed to combat like the Dark Green Clan, nor to riding on a giant.

Humans were just the powerless species that existed at the bottom of the food chain.

It was a livestock life, and it was a truly helpless era.

The villages of the humans had nothing to do with being slaughtered, but the livestock of the pretentious livestock.

The same was true of the village somewhere west of where the girl was born.

In the east, humans started a war like wildfires, and the villages where she was born, the fires of uprisings, they only shriveled without life.

In such a village, the girl was a very heterogeneous being.

I did it from the beginning.

Even the newborns cried in silence, but only she cried aloud.

Even if she lives like a livestock, even if she is slaughtered tomorrow, she only wishes to live like a human being in a hurry to survive the day.

The same is true now.

Kung!

The girl takes down the shabby table.

Eagle's burning eyes stare at dozens of pairs of lifeless eyes.

Then the girl opened her mouth.

"How long are you going to live like this!"

The adults avoided the eyes on that voice full of branches.

The girl clunks down the table to see if she doesn't deserve it.

"No! Why should we bring our family to them!"

Then one of the adults opened his mouth.

"Mo, lower your voice. They have bright ears."

But what really flowed out of that mouth was not the answer to the girl's question, but just the concern of the frightened.

"Is that what you're saying? That's all I have to say!"

"I mean, please be quiet..."

Adults desperately asked me to sweeten her.

The more furious she was, the more she jumped.

"Do you think we want to do this? This is all about asking us to live together."

"Sometimes there's something I can't help it."

The stubborn adults told the girl.

The girl then snorted.

"■ Crab. What you're asking me to live is bullshit. Is this what you live for? If you're gonna live like this, what are you gonna live for? I'd rather not die now."

Even the faces of the adults who were silently listening to the repeated utterances had a nasty aura.

"Let's see what the girl says."

One of the men stood up and approached the girl.

A man as big as a dizzy oak.

"In front of them, Snow Geese are only available to young girls."

But the girl swears her greed to frighten.

"Do you really... want to get mad?"

A man grabs the girl's neck with his face twisted like a demon.

"It's a pity. ■ ■ Ah."

A suffocated girl shoots her husband while squeaking.

"You...!"

The man shook his hand.

At that moment, the girl's hands moved like lightning.

The man who raised his hand as if he were going to punch him right now hardened.

One of the knives touched the neck of the corpse.

Even though there was no handle and the blade was sloppy, it was a dagger that seemed enough to tear the flesh of a man.

"Shall we just die together here?"

The girl warned me to be thin.

The eyes of the red-blooded girl were so bitter as to be a mere warning.

The man dared not face his eyes, but retreated with his neck.

The breathing girl looked straight at the adults.

Then he opened his mouth.

"Now in the east, a man named Burgundy has waged a war. Now's the only time to fight."

It was a desperate voice, as opposed to a little while ago.

"So please, eh? You're an adult. I'm going to fight a little girl like me, but you can't hide from her because she's scared."

However, the adults did not open their mouths, simply avoiding their eyes.

"I'll take the lead. Even if I die, I'll die first. So... please. Let's fight together."

Without anyone answering, only the humble appeal resounded empty-handed.

"Really..."

Tears filled the girl's eyes.

But instead of bursting into tears, the girl wiped her eyes roughly.

And then he said,

"I'll fight alone."

The girl turned around.

"Stand there!"

"Go away! Hey!"

Adults grabbed the girl.

But she didn't stop walking, she didn't look back.

"Shouldn't we stop this? If he touches their temper, it'll burn to the ground."

"I was right! If you get angry at me for that girl..."

The adults who were looking at the place where the girl disappeared opened their mouths.

"I won't. You, you. You, follow me. I have to stop him from doing anything."

"Will you hear me stop you?"

"If you don't listen... there's a way. We'll tie them up somewhere, and then we'll hand them over the next time we come. Let's wrap this up. Well, honestly, I was nervous about her, that's great."

The grown-ups who were giving and receiving such words got up and left the hut.

* *

The visual girl was climbing the mountain.

"Obviously, he said he saw it somewhere."

I looked around elongation with my eyes and felt like I was looking for something to move.

The girl who searched the mountain for so long glanced at me.

"Hmm?"

The girl's pace has accelerated.

There was a quarter in front of it.

Bushes and picked-up old trees are everywhere, and it's a quiet space with no grass left.

On a lively mountain, only that place was not alive.

It's like something's already sucked it all up.

The girl stopped walking in front of the stadium.

"Found it."

Then her gaze went into the middle of the quarry.

A couple of old vines, a couple of bones.

An elongated object crept out over it.

It was the first time a girl had ever faced a sword in her life.

Hemicephaly.

The girl's heart began to beat.

She heads into the middle of the quarry as if she were possessed.

She swallows the dried saliva standing in front of the sword.

Then he reached out carefully.

Ugh.

The hand that stretched out like that was just about to touch the knife sack.

"Look! I told you I would have gone this way."

A thick voice protrudes from the back.

The girl turned her head.

I saw the coming men through the wooded bushes.

In his hand, he had a crude spear and a short knife for tanning.

"It's real. It was here."

The men also appeared in the back.

"Let's go. I won't treat you badly if you go back now."

"Of course, you're going to have to be a little uncomfortable, but that's all because you're on your own."

The men around her front-and-forth chuckled as they opened their eyes.

There was also a man who almost stabbed her in the neck a little while ago.

"Ha."

A girl laughs in vain with a fallen face.

The men touched her, looking at her like that.

"You know what a knife is?"

"No one has survived with their hands on that knife. So don't get yourself killed. Come over here."

Even though he was so young and soothing, the men did not reach out to the girl easily.

As if the stadium itself were an unclean place, he kept making fun of the surroundings.

The girl pulls the crude dagger out of her arms.

"What do you do with a knife? I was beaten because I didn't have a cramp before, but I didn't get beaten twice."

The big man shook the end of the window in my hand, as if he were boasting.

The girl saw her dagger.

Compared to that of the men, a short and crude dagger did not seem to be very helpful in this situation.

Tuck.

The girl dumped the dagger.

The men who saw it spoke with a controversial face.

"Yeah, I thought about it. We just got tired of each other."

"Now slowly, this way..."

But that too was only a moment.

I remember the embarrassing color on the faces of my men.

The girl's hand touched right in front of the knife sack.

"Hey! Don't! Not that knife!"

"Cursed!"

Seeing the men screaming like screams, the girl said to herself,

"Going back to town and living like a beast..."

The hand, which had stopped for a while, stretched out again.

"I'd rather die here."

And I finally touched the knife sack.

At that moment.

Aggravation!

A light burst.

But that was all.

The light quickly shrivelled, and the mountain returned to its original state.

The girls and the men who were looking at the sword looked at each other with their eyes turned white.

"What? I was scared."

"This is why I can't believe what the old people are saying."

"If I knew this was going to happen, I would vote for it."

Then I started to panic like when I was scared.

"Give me that knife. Then it won't do any harm."

One of them even asked the girl for her sword, as if she were returning something she had left behind.

The girl did not react.

No, I couldn't.

[It's been a long time since I've met a man who can make a contract.]

She was halfway frozen because of someone's voice coming into her head.

[Do you want to contract with me?]

A voice whispered to the girl.

I woke up a little mad at her for being so dumb.

"Contract?"

[Well, it's not great. Let's talk about each other.]

I give you strength, you give away a part of your soul in return.

He said, "It doesn't look like a black algebra."

A girl who was pondering for a moment asked.

"What if you don't sign?"

[You die here.]

As a girl, I didn't know if the death my voice was talking about was because of the men who had come to the threshold, or because I had touched the cursed sword with my hand.

It wasn't even Al Bar.

"All right, let's do it. That's the deal."

She didn't have the slightest intention of rejecting the contract from the start.

[Great choice...]

Before the voice finished speaking, the girl grabbed the sword with her two hands and swung it.

Spatula.

"Now, give me that sword..."

A man approaches in front of his nose and threats to touch the edge of the window.

"Huh?"

My in-house gaze was on my arm.

Paszec.

One step late, blood spurts.

"Turn it off!"

Later than that, a scream erupted from the inside mouth.

"Crazy! That lunatic killed John!"

"Go, don't stand still! All you have to do is hold on to your life!"

The gangs who saw it turned their eyes upside down and ran.

The girl swung her sword.

Then one arm and one leg fell apart.

The men who were running saw the girl frozen as she was.

The girl's eyes were red and yellow.

"Take those ■ ■ same ■ ■ people and get the fuck out. ■ ■ ■ Listen."

The blood rushed out of the faces of the men who heard a grunting voice.

Juju dance.

The men took a step back.

"Curse!"

"The sword is cursed!"

Then he turned around and ran away.

The glare of eagles in the girl's eyes increased in an instant.

[Well, well...]

After a while, I spit out a voice that did not know whether my voice was groaning or elastic.

A sober girl looked at the bloody sword and asked.

"Then I didn't even say hello. I'm Agnes. You?"

[... Gruhorn]

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