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

It is said that the world will change in a decade.

But on the contrary, no matter how much time passed, things did not change.

The Leonbergs' feelings for Clement de Montpellier were just that.

The Leonbergs have not forgotten.

They remembered the history of humiliation and the times of humiliation.

The Burgundian Empire has thoroughly ruined Leonberg for the past 100 years.

The first families that supported the country were overthrown, and in the process, countless shining talents and loyal people were overthrown.

The vacancies were filled by the same people.

They pushed the good nobles out of the Burgundian Empire.

The royals and the faithful had to watch the whole country get sick with their hands full.

Hahn and hatred, deeply rooted in their hearts at the time, remained in vain until the collapse of Burgundy, the original mausoleum, so that they could not have felt better towards Clement de Montpellier, who had been the ambassador of the former empire and was leading the way to plunder and tyranny.

Nevertheless, many aristocrats have not broken the peace of the empire, which has reached its maximum stability by shedding such emotions on the outside.

It was only by looking at the current emperor Idrian Leonberger's dog and committing an evil deed that he would cut off his hatred.

But not everyone did.

The Northerners, who had no laws to hide my feelings, blatantly attacked Clement de Montpellier.

The same was true of Vincent Baleard.

He said he would regret being born into this world once he was caught, and he hovered around the Ambassador of the former Empire.

But it was useless.

Clement de Montpellier, who knew his position better than anyone else, was desperate not to go against the Grand Duke who considered himself like a thorn.

When I complained, I left and fell flat and pleaded guilty, and when I dug a trap, I escaped like a quail.

"Give it up. He's some guy."

The emperor shows up to tell me where he heard the story, and he tiles it so he doesn't waste his mind.

"How Vincent beats the guy who lived and ate by threatening and falling when he was beaten for life. If you don't like it, don't ask or ask. Just step on it."

Arbitration, not that of the Emperor, only encouraged the wrath of Dorier Vincent Ballerhard.

Of course, if he gave up on that, he wasn't a ballerhard.

The problem is that the unyielding spirit of the Baldheads has not helped to trap and bring down the rest.

Even a soldier who looks around the battlefield and knows the enemy's faults and threads is not of much use now.

At least the slightest cunning was only useful when it stopped the Emperor from deviating.

By the time Vincent Ballerhard's vengeance had practically ended in failure, he had a miraculous opportunity.

In the last barrel of turmoil, Clement de Montpellier lost his base, and now the Emperor or Emperor is only waiting for the day to give him a new territory.

Of course, the Emperor was not the one to break his promise.

But I just handed the whole annoying process over to someone else.

And it was Vincent Ballerhard who generally felt that way.

"Hmm."

He gazes at the objects placed on his desk.

It was the seal of the Emperor that the Dwarves made specifically for the Emperor Leonberger family, and it was untouchable and untouchable to anyone other than the Emperor.

However, the Emperor sometimes left his precious seal to his outsider cousin.

If you need the Emperor's ashes, you have to decide for yourself.

Sometimes the Emperor expressed concern about this, but each time, the Emperor dismissed him, saying that he was never the one to use the seal for self-indulgence.

In fact, he has never written a seal for self-indulgence before.

I only used it when I needed it, for the right thing to do.

The same was true this time.

"I can't believe he's living in a thriving territory."

After a brief thought, he found the right area on the map, put the name on the document, and stamped the Emperor's seal on it.

It was once a densely populated enclave of harbours and other facilities, but it was a territory somewhere in the south of the Empire, as a terrible monster swept away and abandoned.

Thus, the territory of God () Montpellier was determined.

"Me, the South?"

Clement de Montpellier, who was in a state of crisis on the continent, immediately noticed the shape of the territory he was given.

"It is a land to be restored at any time. First go and chop the ground and think about it and go and work diligently to build a territory."

In front of the desperate Clement de Montpellier, the Emperor said:

Then Clement de Montpellier's face widened.

I didn't even know in my dream that the Emperor Vincent Ballerhard had said one thing to Toshi.

Of course, he didn't tell the Emperor a lie.

Just a few things, to start rebuilding an abandoned southern region first, we had to completely stabilize the rest of the region, and I just didn't tell you that would take quite a while.

Clement de Montpellier believed only the words of the Emperor and then went south.

Vincent Baleard watches Montpellier and his undertakers leave the eclipse without a word.

I didn't want to be the Emperor's dog just to rebuild the family, but what I received as a reward is rotten meat that I can't eat or chew.

It was a place to spend a day in the clouds waiting for support that would not come right away.

Besides, I took the one I didn't want to see away from the eclipse, so it was also income.

Vincent Ballhardt was very satisfied.

"I can't live with the Flower Dragon!"

Until Clement de Montpellier came to me and fell flat in front of the Emperor to give me his cursed name.

He froze as it was.

It is now that I am holding my heart to the Imperial Palace, but it was a sad emperor who was unable to leave the Imperial Palace until a while ago.

In that situation, the name of the flower dragon had to be avoided as much as it was raised above the surface.

As soon as I hear the name of the Pharaohs, the Emperor's butt, which was barely attached to the throne, will fall right away.

"I can't do anything about the Flower Dragon! Please spare me!"

At least as much in the Imperial Palace, especially in front of the Emperor, I cried to Clement de Montpellier a few times.

Vincent Ballerhard closes his eyes.

I didn't want to see it.

I didn't want to know what the Emperor would look like.

But I didn't want to know.

Goooooooooo.

My skin was tingling.

The air of Feud was waving like crazy.

Naturally, there would be an emperor at the heart of it.

He opened his eyes forcefully.

Then I moved my stiff neck and saw the emperor on a single statue.

The emperor, who was coming in and out of the war like a ghost with a shabby face, no longer existed.

The red reminded face. Eagle eyes burning like the sun.

Rotten.

A sound like a hallucination digs Vincent Ballerhard's ear.

It was not a hallucination.

In fact, the Emperor was also poking his ass.

If it had been before, it would have remained.

But the emperor kept his position as if he were going to run away right away.

Surprisingly.

The Emperor opened his mouth after a while.

"…… Flower Dragon?"

Even in the midst of a mass of invisible heat, the imperial majesty was a young voice.

"Yes? Yes! Exactly!"

"I've never heard of a dragon running out of his realm."

"The Fire Dragon didn't come out of the realm...."

"Then the Flower Dragon is beyond the borders of the Empire."

"But if you leave him alone...!"

Clement de Montpellier, who was dancing for a while, spurts his saliva to the detriment of the dragon.

The energy of the flower dragon has turned the entire southern land into barren land, making it impossible to even cultivate it. Monsters are crowded and the damage around them is huge.

At first, the story, which was confined to the south of the Empire, later became a grand story that encompassed the entire Empire. When the Pharyngeal Dragon came to the shore, the terrible monster that would destroy the Empire was the sheep.

"That's a lot of exaggeration."

It was then that Vincent Ballerhard, who was still listening, stepped up.

"Most of the people left the south. Who the hell is suffering from a flower dragon?"

It was just like he said.

The people of the south had already largely completed their migration to other parts of the country. Not long ago, they all refused to rule the Empire, but there was no reason to look after them from this side first.

Clement de Montpellier says he only rolls his eyes to see if the horses are blocked.

I thought the Emperor would move right away if I just took out the name of the flower dragon.

But unfortunately, the Emperor did not seem to intend to move immediately.

Maybe it's looking at the eyes of the other minor newcomers.

Clement de Montpellier bites his lips.

Then he bowed his head with a determined face.

"I can't believe I just messed with your planting. The Emperor is certainly the best knight on the continent, but the flower dragon is strictly beyond the notion of the world....."

"Montpellier."

Emperor Clement de Montpellier severed his waist.

"Don't provoke me."

Neither did he speak forcefully, nor did he set up a day to shoot.

It was an unconventional tone, as if morning greetings were handed over. It was an astonishing voice.

But there's a clear warning in there.

"Sin, sorry!"

Clement de Montpellier fell flat on the ground and shook his head.

"Next time, it won't just end with words."

The emperor reopened his mouth after the frightened face of the liver became bloody.

Vincent Ballerhard blurred his gaze.

I don't even know how to keep my position while listening to the name of the flower dragon. I couldn't stand the thought of responding to the provocation that would have passed a hundred times before.

"And now that I've said it, there's nothing I can't do about it."

I know you have to fight the outcome, but you might win.

The late addition did not even come into his ear.

"Your Majesty now recognizes the position of the monarch of one country."

"Well, then, the Emperor should not hesitate."

I'd rather be touched at the end of the day.

I shouldn't have. I should have listened to the Emperor a little more carefully. If you did, you'd know it was weird not knowing where it was.

However, Vincent Ballerhard was overwhelmingly conscious of the condition of an extremely unconscious outsider cousin after the reign of the Emperor, and was overmoved by the image of an overgrown Emperor.

So I didn't know.

The diligence of the Emperor, who had been faithful only to his duties, without any further incident in recent times, was the first and last thing he could see before his life, and the fact that the Emperor's willingness to fight Clement de Montpellier was no different from the tranquillity he had for a while before the storm struck.

He realized it too late, and it was already after the storm.

* * *

Vincent Ballerhard frowned.

It's been a long time since I've been in bed.

Normally, it was time to go to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep.

The body that suffered from the shock continued to complain of fatigue, which rarely prevented it from sleeping.

I was strangely anxious.

I looked back at the day quietly to see if I had missed something important or if I had misjudged something I handled today.

Thought and pondered for a while, nothing came to mind.

He closed his eyes again.

I hesitated to go to sleep, but I didn't.

As Dorian time went by, only anxiety grew.

Then, at some point, I came to the point where lying in bed would feel like torture.

He raised himself out of bed countless times.

"You're sleepy."

With a small sigh, he turned to the window.

I wanted to open the window and take a breath of fresh air, so my anxiety would subside a little.

"Whoo."

Drinking and spitting, he inhaled the cold night air several times.

After taking a deep breath like that, my anxious mind calmed down a little.

I felt like my head was getting a little clearer.

Then the view outside the window came into my eyes.

"Hmm?"

It was strange.

An ambitious night, the heart of the Imperial Palace was strangely disturbed to be more serene than ever.

The lights coming and going must have been from the court knights.

Hemicephaly.

My heart, which had barely calmed down, began to jump again.

…… I must find……!

.. Ah!

I heard a faint roar.

Dang! Dang!

It was then that a tumultuous sound rang throughout the Imperial Palace.

As soon as I heard the bell, his heart snapped and fell.

I had a bad memory in my head.

When the Emperor had not succeeded to the throne in the past, he was still only a prince of the kingdom. It's the sound that sometimes resonates in the palace.

It was a sign of an extreme aversion to staying in one place, and of someone's deviation, who considered the palace to be a prison.

That is what the Emperor's side hopes will never happen again.

"The Emperor is gone!"

It was the bell that announced the Emperor's escape.

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