I Became the First Prince

The faces of dear knights were full of confusion.

I didn't know if it was because the historic bogeyman who had been with the Leonberger family had been wrecked or because he had no answer to the Emperor's whereabouts.

It wasn't important in the first place.

Only thing that matters now.

"The war is over."

I was just sick of the fact that the war was finally over.

"Ah..."

In my words, the knights became a brutish face.

It was only now that I realized that the war was over.

I watched my knights quietly.

Not to mention Adelia, who had one ear ripped off, and an outsider whose face looked more like a rag.

Arwen and Eli, Vincent and Carls. And those who surround me.

There was no one who was healthy, and there was no one other than Manshin Chang.

Still.

"Thank you for surviving."

They survived.

"They all fought well."

I touched the knight of the current Royal Army.

The Knight gave me the flag.

I took the flag and raised it high.

And I plunged it down hard.

It was once the heart of a supermassive empire that dominated half the continent, but now it's all just a ruined eclipse.

(chuckles)

I deeply staked the flag of the kingdom.

The flag digs deep into the floor.

At the end of the day the wind blew.

Aggravation!

The roaring golden lion shouted loudly.

I stood on my back with a flag.

Chuck.

The knights who surrounded me in an orderly manner put their feet together and stretched out their backs.

"We will!"

I cried out as I looked at the knights and soldiers of the kingdom who had straightened their backs with an unholy body.

"Leonberg!"

Squeeze out the empty heart's Mana.

"Victory!"

I cried out for the neck to burst.

"We won!"

"Long live the kingdom of Leonberg!"

Knights and soldiers raise their voices.

"Hail, Princess!"

"Salute the great Knight of Dawn!"

They cried out as if they were vomiting blood, tearing their throats.

"We won!"

Arwen cries out for victory, like one of the soldiers, who doesn't express his feelings when he gets dizzy.

"Leonberg! Forever!"

The late king also cried out in hot tears.

Boooooooo!

The surviving rangers blew the horn without rest.

"I won!"

I also shouted with them.

So that you don't even have one last handful of manna left in your body, the energy of your whole body will be exhausted.

"Victory!"

I'm shouting.

"We are the winners!"

I'm shouting again.

"Long live the kingdom of Leonberg!"

I shouted again.

* *

The victorious shouts that followed without a break in time were also frequent.

And the heat of uncooled victory and fox became invincible at the same time as the late search.

"Son of a bitch! You act like you're never gonna die!"

"We're living together, and why are you doing that... Get up."

The soldiers who carried the bodies of the vandalized warriors were corrupted.

"It was a great honor to be with such a distinguished knight as yourself."

"Rest easy. I'll take care of the rest of the family."

The knights who survived in front of the bodies of the more disastrous knights because they fought ahead of anyone else bowed their heads and expressed their condolences.

"Motherfuckers. You don't like patrol hits anymore, do you?"

"Anne, you bastard. That's why I'm going backwards..."

The rangers now hesitate to sit in front of the bodies of their colleagues and say their goodbyes to each other.

I stood in the middle of the plain and watched him stand still.

Only five thousand survivors of the kingdom's troops, close to fifteen thousand.

Among them, the most devastated were the rangers of Balahard, who fought without fear of death as always.

More than 1,600 rangers have closed their eyes on this plain.

Less than thirty of the former Rangers were killed and more than 210 of the platoon commanders survived. At least, they were extremely injured and were not even opaque as to whether they would be able to continue working as Rangers in the future.

"Son of a bitch. It's a warm southern brother-in-law, so I'm going to sleep a lot."

"If anyone goes back, they'll hit again on the wall. I don't want to fall in love."

Nevertheless, as always, the rangers hesitated and laughed rather than shed tears and taught their comrades.

What a heartache those cheerful words are.

I looked at them in a daze.

"Don't keep it too much in mind. Those who will be buried in the frozen ground in the Sacred Wind are buried in the warm South Soil, but they are lucky among us."

I look at him quietly, and a familiar voice digs my ears.

Jorden, who turned his head, was near me one day.

Half a corpse or something.

I looked at Jorden.

Then I asked.

"Who wants to stand up?"

Jordan flinches at me.

"I, too, get hurt."

I snorted as I stretched out my arms and chest wrapped in a stone bandage.

"You're injured, and I almost died because of you."

"No. They all worked hard to find His Majesty..."

I set my finger against Jorden, who was disputing as if unfair.

"Just two fingers."

It was the distance between Jorden's spear and my heart.

Jorden, who was about to turn to unfair face again in my words, turned his head and asked others for help.

"It is no different from treason, because it has injured the deficit of the royal family."

As always, Jorden found someone else in Arwen's words without a clump.

"I don't know anything else, but it's unforgivable to stab a spear in your body."

When Eli, who was usually killed, spoke coldly, Jordan sent a desperate glance at my immediate supervisor.

"Standing, Lord..."

"When searching for a stranded survivor, be sure to catch the spear upside down. I would have been in Ranger Basic Survival Education. Even if you forgive me, I cannot forgive you as the Lord. The one who eats the most, forgets the basics and pays the salad?"

But instead of holding my hand, Vincent guessed.

Jorden's face, which was swollen at a glance, was whitened again when Adelia, who touched the sword sack, came into contact with her.

"I have sinned to death!"

Jordan, who quickly pardoned, snapped his head.

"I wish I had sinned to death..."

"No. Not really a death sentence... but a reflection to that extent. Anyway, I will be reflecting until you are separate."

So I turned my head over Jorden who had his head on the ground.

Jordan didn't stab me in the back much, but I honestly found a ball too dirty to catch a book. I complained that I had to stop the Ranger, but I didn't go for long.

Soon, all I heard was groaning and dying.

I just stood there and watched the knights and soldiers of the kingdom take care of the bodies of the warriors.

In fact, when I said apprenticeship, I took one of the warriors' artifacts and buried them on the ground.

I wanted to take them all to the kingdom because I felt like it, but I couldn't afford a proper funeral.

Even the survivors were in such a bad condition that it was hard to cheer up my body.

Moving the bodies of the warriors to their home countries was not possible at this time.

"There's another reason we should come back."

I watched those who came and went to the plains quietly, and I heard a loud voice.

It was a king.

A king with a clear face stood beside me and looked at the plain.

"I will start again with the co-authoring of Bryan. I will not just pass by then, but I will make every passing place a land of kingdoms. So I will finally come here and take all those who have fought for the kingdom with their lives."

I turned my head to the plain again and replied.

"Even then, I'll be at the forefront."

"They're gonna want that, too. I'm going to do that."

Even the king would have ripped off my war if it had been usual for me this time.

I and the king stood so still in the plains and watched as those who fought for the kingdom were buried in the dirt.

Finally, when the body of the last warrior was buried on the ground, I plunged my broken body into the middle of the plain.

"Good dreams until we meet again."

I woke up to the body, and a blue flame came up.

I turn my back on the body that burns blue.

I went up to the horse and saw the king.

The king nods at me with a small nod.

So I shouted.

"Return to the battalion!"

Let's go back to our kingdom.

The riders straighten their backs and raise their flags.

Soldiers and knights followed.

Even though there was no one who saw it in the middle of nowhere with a bandage around his body and a sacred corner, they all straightened their shoulders and went forward confidently so that they would not be ashamed as victors.

I'm walking out of the plain like that.

Buzzing.

A black shadow rises at the end of the horizon like a ghost.

"Stop! Stop!"

Eli, who was standing at the forefront of the ranks, shouts aloud.

"Battle ready!"

Shortly after, Arwen shrieks.

"Prepare for battle!"

Knights' voices burst throughout the ranks.

Even a little while ago, the momentum of an ally who was inspired by the idea of returning to the kingdom was sharpened in an instant.

The knights and soldiers of the Kingdom, who had straightened their backs in the midst of large and small injuries, stood side by side, pulling out their spears and swords and pointing at the horizon.

The court knights and gifted men surrounded the king and Maximilian and raised their voices.

"Your Majesty, step back."

Adelia and Vincent, the outsider and Carls blocked my front.

I shake my head.

"I have a purpose."

I went forward with my eyes wide open.

I saw the end of the horizon.

Thousands of freaks standing there looking at their allies without saying a word.

The whole world was bright, but only where they were was dark and ominous.

It wasn't just because they were standing on the sun.

"That's nice."

Bondi was the one who broke the oath and gave it to the godless people.

They were fairies who had been corrupted by me.

Ugh.

The fairies who stood on the horizon and looked at this side stepped forward, taking off their capes that covered their heads in unison.

There were no more beautiful fairies in the past who were as beautiful as angels and praised all the stings in their mouths.

There were only monsters with viciously twisted spots on their dark skin.

I wanted to be exquisite.

That ugly look fits the nature of the Sagal puck.

But apart from my admiration, the situation was not good.

In the battle against the darkness, I had exhausted almost all my strength, and there was only one difference between the two.

I realized.

They never came here by chance.

The vulgar fairies would have been looking for this situation from the beginning and hiding somewhere for an opportunity.

I hope that my strength will be exhausted by the mighty battle of darkness, while waiting for the power of the Kingdom Army to weaken.

It wasn't just revenge.

I saw the knights standing behind me.

Knights who were unaware of themselves, but had already become part of the myth by participating in the battle against the great darkness.

Perhaps, over time, the karma and salt engraved in their hearts would soon become a heroic poem and a myth that would echo throughout the world.

And that was never a good thing for the fairies who wanted to become owners of the world again, so what they came here to do was to stomp on the fire seeds that started to burn again in this era when the flame of Muhammad was extinguished.

The destruction of the knights here, including me, was like the destruction of all the amusements that were born in those days.

"From the gullet that we had to bear because of the defeat, there were many years waiting for the clans to be free."

At that time, the ugliest fairy stepped forward and sniffed her tongue like a snake.

"The time spent waiting for fire seeds burning from all sides to gather in one archipelago."

How the energy in his voice was warm and savory, and the whole son-in-law trembled ominously.

"It's been a thousand years."

The energy of the fairy rises endlessly.

"The price the clans had to pay was never small, but it is not very important until now."

Despite the devastation in exchange for breaking the pledge, there is still overwhelming vigour.

"Today, men will lose their greatest heritage."

The Black Eye Nymph rolls out and looks down at the knights.

With a face intoxicated by cheer and victory.

I look at that controversial face.

"What can I do about this?"

I made a blatant mockery.

"You're not the only ones waiting for millennia."

Fearfully before the end of the horse, a shimmering shadow flew over the horizon from that side of the sky.

Fresh!

I cut through the midst of the fallen fairies.

Immediately after.

Laryngeal banks.

With the sound of a turtle stitched to something, the body of a sharp fairy falls like rain.

I looked up at the sky.

One of the five great pre-emptives that led to the victory of the Great War in the past, and a descendant of the climate that made up the myth of the blue sky, the House of Dormund.

A man, like the natural enemy of the fairies, was looking down at the world with a bloody spear in his hand.

"Oh, that's so sweet. How did you know they'd show up?"

King Dothrin asked me without even turning his head.

So I answered without hesitation.

"That's what they looked like in the first place."

It is their hobby to ruin precious and precious victories, and it is their specialty to put a knife to the back of those who are drunk in victory.

I hardened the expression of a fairy who was full of glorious cheer in his conversation with me.

And now I realize that I knew their presence well in advance.

But the king of the fairies was still confident.

A non-dragon knight who has not reached the transcendence, even though he is their natural enemy, has arrived on the battlefield, so it doesn't make any difference.

It was also a hasty judgment.

King Dothrin flicks something and throws it to the floor.

"Duck!"

There was something standing on the floor with a scream I didn't want to hear, and I ran to myself.

"Heavenly faithfulness that takes His Majesty's command more seriously than life! This Clement de Montpellier has finally returned to you!"

A middle-aged, muddy Montpellier cries out on his knees in front of me.

"There were righteous knights and righteous nobles all over the empire who were indignant to the work of the Emperor who sacrificed countless innocent citizens! It wasn't easy, but after many eucharistic feasts, I wanted to meet with them, preach the will of His Majesty and rectify the distorted ichi..."

"Just briefly."

I speak coldly to the yeller, and he trembles and shouts at me again.

"I have received the cooperation of three legions in exchange for guaranteed life! Approximately 6,000 troops will be here soon!"

From now on, the sound of thousands of troops rushing to power is faint.

That wasn't the end.

I want to dig the end of my nose with a fresh grass sound that doesn't match the battlefield, and a white face pops out in front of me.

"Ahhh..."

Half-elf, Gunne, who had been away from me for a long time.

It's been a long time since I saw her, but I didn't even have a chance to say hello to the disaster.

Gunne clumsily gestured.

Western Kingdom Alliance Army, selection team arriving soon.

The distant earth began to bloom on the other side of the plain, terribly before the end of Gunne's hand.

At the forefront were the Queen of Tutton, Hestia Neumann Tuttor, who wore a silver bracelet with red roses and a monarch's coffin on her head.

Tutton's proud Quadnight Duncan Seymour Tudor and the Rose Spider Division were also with him.

I turned my head and saw the king of the fairies.

The first cheer and confidence came from watching the king of stone hardened fairies.

"That, really. Poor thing."

I said it was unfortunate.

"I can't believe this is the day we've waited a thousand years."

Strengthen your hands and aim for the Earth.

"What can I do with a cylinder?"

He expressed his condolences to the factions that would soon disappear into the background of history.