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

"No."

It was a pity for the outsider, but my answer was denial.

"Isn't greed too much? "

I'm trying to use my manna more easily, faster and more reliably.

"If that had been possible in the first place, nothing would have been forgotten. "

If that had been possible, Manah Hart would have been president, and there should have been enough time left. But Murhunsi was forgotten with Mana Hart.

I will not have forgotten at once I would have tried to use Muhamun Shi somehow.

If the Knights of the Ring had not attempted to restore Muhoon Shi to me in the last 400 years, that would have been odd.

Even if [Myth] or [Heroic Poetry] is not reached, it has never been less powerful.

Nevertheless, Moo-hoon Shi was treated as a cheap song in this era. It meant that many geniuses had already tried to use loops and amusement together and eventually failed.

"It is only the privilege of those who build a manna in the heart to reach the transcendence through unhindsight. Not allowed by the Knights of the Ring. "

Despite my resolute answer, the outsider was not a little disappointed. He only looked at me with unshakeable eyes. It's like I think I have the answers I want.

"What a relief. "

Looking at that solid face, I smiled as if I was having trouble carrying a load.

At first I was so ignorant, and now I send another burdensome trust.

In fact, I've only been awake for a year now, and I'm not nearly as powerful as the geniuses of 400 years. I just lived longer than anyone else, I saw a lot, I went through a lot, I just learned.

What would I expect if I didn't have an answer?

Of course I had the answer.

"Even the elves will be delighted. "

The outsider frowned at my nonsense. Suddenly, I brought up a story about the elves, and it seemed embarrassing.

But there was a reason I took out all the words about the elves.

The elves were quite similar to the knights of this era.

Just as knights now pile manas on rings other than the heart, so do elves pile manas on the whole body, not the heart. Naturally, they could not build up karma and carve it into their hearts. It was the same as the Knights of the Ring.

If there was anything else, they could only use the fuzziness of others.

"I can't build poems, so I just imitate other people's poetry, but that doesn't mean that the power of poetry they use is terrible. "

The power that others had accumulated, the amusement created by others, should not be as bad as it was originally. But the reality wasn't. Even though he could not use a poem that transcended his horoscope, nor could he use a poem that transcended his horoscope, to some extent he could draw out the power of poetry.

"They have a sword." "

For the elves, moonlighting is like a finger for dancing gum.

"Dancing Horse Inspector, Sigrun"

The reason why Sigrun is called a dancing marshal was also because of it.

"Mmm."

The outsider was chewing on my words, narrowing his eyebrows.

"Even if it's impossible to read poetry. "

I said, looking at his unknowable face.

"I think it's possible to play. "

A ring resonating with each other. Where else in the world is a better instrument?

"Mmm."

The outsider closed his eyes with groaning. I felt like I had some enlightenment.

As I am now, I have no idea what kind of enlightenment the outsider will get.

I didn't really know if it was possible to play through the ring, and if so, how much power it would be.

But I only knew that it was not the way to transcendence.

Just as the Elves do, so much will be done to make the most of a given advantage.

I had no intention of blaming it for its value.

I am the one who builds the Mana in the heart, not the ring. It is the knights of the ring who are not me who make the finger and complete the power.

I saw Arwen.

She was also deeply entrenched in thought. I did not fall into complete contemplation like an outsider, but I noticed that I was deeply pondering the words resonance and play.

I haven't touched much because there are only two rings yet, so I just smiled.

Because the time and possibilities given to her, who is yet to be created, have never been less than that of an outsider.

Only Adelia was a distant face in all these situations.

She didn't even care what she was talking about or what was going on.

I was just about to lose my consciousness, and I saw myself with extreme concern.

I smiled bluntly at the likeness of that loyal puppy, and I remembered that I had forgotten.

A solidified outsider, deeply thoughtful Arwen.

"No, why else in my room..."

Why do I keep doing this in my room?

* *

Shortly after, Arwen leaves the room to greet Cubbuck. But even after she left, the outsider was still intact.

I was the one who died thanks to you.

I had to breathe and eat like stealing food, and even if I tried to chat for free, I couldn't make a loud voice.

Even then, Adelia couldn't stand the hustle and bustle of her sleep.

I looked out the window rather than at the loner.

The winter castle out of the window was a completely different world from my room.

The soldiers rushing to and fro the walls and barracks, the commanders shouting, were feeling a little fuzzy.

But it also quickly got bored.

I ended up falling asleep.

"Well..."

I opened my eyes in the middle of a nightmare. Out of the window, there was already a dark earthworm, and my room was burning with a burning campfire.

I couldn't see the outsider standing in the middle of the room.

"Adelia."

Adelia, who was lying on my bed, raises her head with a non-dreamy face. After wiping off the white dry spots, she closes her eyes halfway and follows the water in a glass of water.

I drank the water she gave me in a tangle and asked about the outsider.

"You left a little while ago. "

I asked if I didn't see any noticeable changes or anything special. Adelia said she still didn't see it with a bruised face.

"Tsk."

I filled my tongue. But I wasn't disappointed.

Every moment of enlightenment in the world did not necessarily reach significant results.

A few simple words will enlighten you, and if you can pioneer a new path, there will be a lot of superheroes in the world.

"Well, there's plenty of opportunities ahead. "

The moment of enlightenment will come again and again if I, who perform the miracle of Muhammad, do not deny it to Warlord, the Wonder of Being.

I'm just waiting, as I've always been.

At that time, the outsider who had disappeared returned.

"You're awake."

I looked at Adelia without knowing what she looked like.

Nothing has changed.

Contrary to what she said, the outsider had changed remarkably.

His eyes were deeply submerged, and his face was gently loosened.

It's just that the impression has completely changed like someone else, and even the wind energy was different from before.

More generous, more relaxing.

"Ha."

I laughed.

It was nice to meet you.

There was a powerful presence in front of his eyes, which was nothing to be afraid of when he was knifed.

Swordmaster.

The outsider seemed to have obtained a soul worthy of the body.

Even though it was just a blank piece of paper that didn't carry any cargo, it was certainly a wonderful piece of paper that matched Swordmaster's landscape.

"Congratulations."

In my words, the outsider lowered his waist without hesitation.

"Thank you. Your eyes were wide open. "

The outsider, who said he realized how much I was a frog in a well, was just like a kid with a knife, even as he lowered his back deeply.

"Thank you so much. Ian."

Probably the first time I wanted to. My aunt called me by name or by name. I felt like I had never heard of it before.

"Oops."

It was so embarrassing and strange that he took the shape of scratching his forearm, and the outsider looked at it and smiled generously.

"I heard people die when they suddenly change. "

"You're being sarcastic. "

"I'm not. "

I strongly denied what the outsider said.

I was a fierce sword that no one had seen 400 years ago, and now the Sword Master has become a Sword Expert butterfly, but I am not jealous of any outsider, nor am I impatient.

It was true.

"Yes, I see. I've seen it wrong. "

"Oh, that's annoying. "

When the outsider smiled softly, he could not stand it and complained.

"Yeah, let's see what we got. "

"What you're talking about isn't getting it right yet. "

Contrary to what he said, the expression of the outsider was full of confidence. There was something I realized.

"I just set a milestone in my heart. "

Oh, it's an embryo.

I felt like I was being bullied for nothing, and I asked you to get some vegetables to see where that milestone was headed.

"For now..."

I looked out the window with my outsider's sunken eyes.

"Let's walk over there. "

My uncle's gaze was just a snow-covered mountain range, but I felt like I knew where he was looking.

There must be a Warlord out there.

"Haha. I saved the world from drowning, and I'm asking you to give it away. "

In my words, the outsider opened his eyes. I told such an outsider decisively.

"He's mine. Don't spit for nothing. "

A loner suddenly bursts into laughter, rather than looking at me.

"Yes, I do. "

For some reason, I noticed that my words were as young as my childhood's.

I meant it.

* *

"I have a lot to ask, but don't ask. I'm not going to ask you how you got so bad about the Orcs or where you got your knowledge of the Elves."

Just as Naini stole even the Dragon Slayer of the Founding King because he was bored with the old story, he would dig up any old books from anywhere. The outsider said he would put my knowledge to the fire.

"I believe you'll tell me when the time comes. "

I felt a rash on my body as I was looking at that trustworthy pupil.

People have changed too much. I kept sending you a sticky look, so I felt like I was going to get tortured.

But nevertheless, why does laughter keep coming out?

I was giggling and suddenly the castle became noisy.

Buoooooooo.

One day, I heard the sound of the trumpet. And the air of the castle began to flutter again.

"Take a break."

"You'll need my knowledge of the Orcs. "

He grabbed the broken arm firmly and ran along the outsider towards the wall. Upon climbing up to the wall, the Standing Rangers were already grabbing the bow and staring at the snowfield beyond.

"Hugh."

The outsider, who followed them, sighed.

There was an endless army of Orcs. A real army with crude but well-equipped Siege weapons.

And there was a huge oak between them.

A giant, violent-looking oak grabs the red flag and stares this way.

"Is that the Warlord? "

The outsider asked me. I shake my head.

"He's at the forefront of warlords. "

One of the most vicious Orcs following the King.

"Battle Squadron Commander."

They are the most valiant generals and warriors.

"Night Slayer."

It was called the nightmare of Knights and Swordmasters.

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