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

At first I thought it was a joke.

"It's funny to say this with my mouth, but my clan is the ideal spouse for humans. "

I thought it was just white when I asked if the beautiful, good, and long-lasting elves were not the ideal type of human men.

"Oh, you also care about non-individuals, don't you? Just in case, I've got people following me, too. People like the Knights of Humans are always there for me. "

But when I look at her introducing my tribe's sentinel guardians like merchandise, the intent is beginning to get suspicious.

"I have everything you need. "

When she put out her value with a fresh face, I was genuinely anxious.

Elves, among other things, the concept of High Elves' time was completely different from that of humans.

For them, human life was only once, so if Sigrun had the intention of writing his time completely in my "Hee Hee", this situation could become reality at any time.

I turned my head with an anxious face. I saw the face of the Queen. She was really seriously considering Sigrun's proposal.

It was a harsh hue on its foundation, not the appearance of Sigrun.

The Queen asked with a serious face.

"You must have seen Ian for the first time today. Why are you making such a bold offer? "

Why are you so aggressively pushing the proposal? Sigrun laughed at her question.

The moment I saw that smile, my whole body was furry.

I knew when she looked like that.

When you find something you really like,

Or when you're facing something you really don't like,

Sigrun smiled away.

And I knew it. I know that her kindness and malice always come back to the same result.

"It is well known that our clans value relationships above all else. "

Sigrun still said with a dissecting face.

"From the moment I first saw you, I felt that my destiny confronted yours. "

Elves were a cunning people who could always wrap a lie like the truth, but there is only one case where they never tell a lie like that.

Connection, or fate.

The elves never lie about my fate and connection.

Among other things, High Elves and Elder High Elves spoke of the relationship and the weight of destiny.

Their destiny was destiny, and their connection was inevitable.

I saw the Elder High Elves of the Near East tribe.

A high elf-specific silhouette, glittering like a star, glittering like a jewel, looked straight at me. I was creeped out by the dazzling gaze when any man was unconscious of the ecstasy.

I know that Sigrun is serious, and that my life has been greatly twisted. I realized.

"That's very bold. "

The Queen spits out her resilience. The red face, she must have taken Sigrun's words as a kind of confession.

No, it's not.

I got up from a sigh.

The queen looked at me. Seeing that face, I sought understanding.

"I'll talk to you alone in a quiet place for a moment. "

The Queen's face changed strangely. She must have misunderstood something, but now it wasn't important to solve her misunderstanding.

"Don't go."

Sigrun stood by me with a clear smile.

Obviously, deliberate behavior, groaning came from all over. The nobles were looking at me.

Jealousy, goodwill, and greed.

In the eyes of the men who see me walking with beautiful elves and feet, the nature of the company that doesn't obscure nostalgia explicitly shines.

With those turtle eyes, I found Karl.

"I need a place to talk quietly. "

Carls glances at Sigrun in my words.

However, he was a knight in the Triple Chain and, unlike other nobles, he was good at his emotions.

Arriving with Carls' guidance was a crowded room. The parlour was worthless when it was reserved for the weary nobles at the banquet.

"Don't let anyone near you. "

While I was being guided here, I remembered the men who had been following me in secret, and I was distracted. Kars knocks on his chest with a broken face and stands behind the door.

Choke.

The door is closed. I turn around and see Sigrun.

I had the same fresh face I saw at the banquet hall.

"Sigrun."

"Do your best. "

She looks like she's excited.

"Tell me your real purpose. "

"I came here for the sake of communion between the clans and the kingdom, and I have no other intention. "

"Don't ask me again. "

But that disgusting act was only until I put her identity in her mouth.

"Elder High Elf Sigrun. "

My words flatter and split.

"Enforcer bearing the inheritance of the clan, the sword of the clan. "

Her bare face was revealed.

Terribly dry, terribly lifeless. It was like a powdered doll.

"Is your purpose soup, or is your brother's execution? "

If it was for a simple friendship, there was no need to be an Elder High Elf or an Elder. Such a mission was enough for a high elf.

Elder High Elf, among others, said that the executioner who carried the slaughter of the clan was here, which meant that her purpose was something more than just friendship.

"Tell me your true purpose. "

In my words, she twisted the purchase.

"Funny."

The noise of the bird was as noisy as that of a tree that was dried up on a summer day.

"How did you know about me? "

I did not answer.

Sigrun has no choice but to control my destiny. But that didn't mean to distract me.

Of course, I didn't think of any other way. But the moment she puts her fate in her mouth like a myth, all the numbers become meaningless.

Now I had to distance myself from her, no matter to some extent.

"If I knew I was an enforcer, how stupid would it be to keep silence in front of an enforcer? "

"I know it's as stupid as whispering in front of an enforcer. "

Her eyes narrowed in my words.

Her gaze was no longer as starry as it had been at the banquet hall. It was just a lewd, evil, sharp thing. Her gaze turned into a blade and distracted me.

In that gaze I saw an endless tear of mane, and an endless death. The slaughter she had accumulated for a thousand years encroached on me.

But I didn't shake a bit. The many deaths she showed me posed no threat to me.

The weight of the slaughter I had accumulated was not even a little short of hers.

"Don't play with me. Sigrun."

Sigrun's eyes widened.

But I knew he was acting, too.

She was worn and worn for a thousand years, and most of the emotions she gave were just close to her learned habits.

Even if the rat is accused of taking the initiative, the head is split open without even knowing the bird.

"Don't interfere with my destiny. "

I warned you.

That was the most powerless thing I've ever said in my centuries-old biopsy and short, wretched life.

It was my intention.

Whether it's liberating a part of a sleeping soul or borrowing the power of a fierce fuzziness.

I had to do something. I was just a petty being to her now.

Her disparity reached a height that I could not even gauge at the moment, and I felt more desperate than ever.

That's why I warned you.

Her eyes were already too early to see more, because she felt destined for me and also peeked at the record of the past inscribed on my soul.

As she glanced at the past, so vaguely she would be able to foresee the future as well.

I deliberately concealed the existence of the country.

That way she'll feel more curious.

So that you can feel that the few pieces of truth that are throwing up are just the tip of the iceberg.

To make you feel like a food too bad to eat and get rid of a few mouths.

"Who are you? "

She asked.

"I'm just a poor prince who was abandoned by my father. "

"What about you, really? "

"Well."

It was time to save words.

Yeah, I told her,

"If you're curious, leave it. "

It was aged. It had to be a food to savor. That way we can make time.

Sigrun glimpses me. I waited quietly with an unknown gaze. I gave myself enough time to taste it with my eyes before tasting it with my mouth first.

"Somehow it was weird. Why did he send me on this mission? You have to know why. "

Her voice, which was so thirsty, began to seep back a little.

"But now I get it. "

The face without expression changed as fresh as it was seen at the banquet hall.

"It was you. "

She smiled widely.

It was as if it were the face of a man who left a boiling pot in front of him and tasted the fragrance.

Sigrun seemed to have made a choice.

* *

I returned to the banquet hall.

The nobles' gaze poured out.

What did he do in the locker room? What have I come back to do with beautiful elves?

Despite the low curiosity and jealousy in that gaze, I just walked quietly.

It's just an apology.

After that, Sigrun followed me. With a shy face that looks like a new poem.

I saw the queen sitting on the throne. I stood before him. Sigrun stands by me.

The smell of elf-specific grass was turtle, but Hiccup said it out loud.

"I have something to tell you. "

"Tell me."

The Queen shines her eyes.

A shy face, and a son with a splashy face who seems to have made up his mind. It was a good picture to misunderstand.

"My handwriting. "

And that misunderstanding was what I wanted.

"I've decided."

At my words, the Queen's gaze turned to Sigrun. She nods.

"I will be engaged to Sigrun. "

I felt like I was going to vomit while talking. I really didn't think the day would come when I would call on the name of Sigrun with such a sweet voice, because I had never thought about it in my dreams.

"Marriage to an elf..."

The Queen stumbled with her arms.

Maybe you're thinking about what the high elves and my marriage would do politically.

It will not be easy to judge. So I told the Queen.

"But it's important to make a quick decision, so I'm going to keep an eye on it for a while. "

For the Queen, there's no time to think.

For Sigrun, food takes time to mature.

And for me, I don't have time to raise enough power to get the lunatic out of the elves.

We all needed time.

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