I Became the First Prince

I remember the urgency in his face.

The dancer retreated, threw out his sword and approached me.

"I mean, listen to me first."

No matter how urgent that expression and tone was, I felt like I was going to stretch my crotch right away.

"Hey, I'm going back to this. And I will never come out of the world again..."

The moment he kept his mouth shut, he kept his mouth shut.

I could no longer hear the constant shouting, the screaming, and the striking of the barracks.

All sides were quiet.

Enough to hear even one needle drop.

A pupil without even a black and white delimiter rushes around.

His face hardened as he rolled his eyes.

A battle that never stops.

Everyone who survived was looking at him.

Some contain contempt and hatred, as any filth sees, and others are filled with tears and despair.

The former were allies, the latter were fairies.

"You're not even proud!"

"You scum!"

The dwarves of the Iron Corps spit.

"Go, dare...!"

He scolds like a demon, staring at the dwarves.

However, it only darkened the contempt of the young dwarves.

It was natural.

The others have been watching the battle with me for a long time.

How desperately he rolled the floor and how eager he was to complain.

Those who did not see that ugly, unsightly look were at least not present on this battlefield.

Only he didn't know that.

His gaze is on my clan again.

Choke.

Nymphs who took a step back scratched their swords together.

In the eyes of the sword-bearing fairies, there was nothing more to carry as a servant of the royal palace.

It was just cold, cold.

It's like looking at something petty, not my people.

"Ahhh..."

The one who couldn't stand the glance retreated.

But shortly afterwards, his legs were released and he sat down.

When I saw him like that, I kicked and laughed.

"You really don't know anything."

He looked at me.

"Well, not unexpectedly."

With the face that I can't understand what you're saying.

I walked to the front of the big guy.

And he bent over, looking into the eyes of the hesitant.

"I don't think a greedy sigrun would have told anyone about me."

If Sigrun had told my king about me, he would not have shown himself so impatiently before me.

"Discover the delicacies you've found like Mo."

The end of Warlord, who lost his arms and legs, and died like a worm howling on the ground.

"I would have wanted to eat alone."

The end of an overlord who was miserably executed begging for his life on his knees.

"So you didn't tell anyone."

Sigrun watched them all.

So I knew.

That the poem of the defeated king I intertwined is no different from that of the chancellor.

That the end of the hostile monarchs who will meet me will be more humble and insignificant than that of the most humble.

She knew better than anyone.

Nevertheless, she did not report it, and the lords of the fairies lost the king's majesty and even turned away from my people.

"Your clan's greed has consequently torn you and my destiny apart."

He leaned down and sat still.

I stretched my back again.

At that moment.

Lightning.

The one with the head down raises his head.

Like a viper running headlong.

Fresh.

The Sword of the Reaper flew towards me.

Spatula.

I heard something cut out.

"Shuaaaaaah!"

A creepy scream sounded a little late.

I stood still and looked down at the owner of the scream.

The one whose arms were cut off was howling like an animal.

"Oh, you guys are like this."

I shudder and pluck away the blood on the earth before ignoring it.

Then I turned around and talked small.

"Gunne. Jonathan. Harun. Ibir."

After dreadfully drenching himself with blue blood before the end of the speech, only four of my beloved half-elves appeared before me.

"It's up to you."

Half elves open their eyes and look at me.

"Ahhhhh!"

Then he shook his head as if he had made a promise.

Corrupt, but King of the Clans.

Opportunity not to come back.

If you kill yourself, it will be of great help to you.

I don't want to leave it to someone like us.

He rushed his lips and touched his hands.

So I gently tiled them.

"He already means nothing to me. But unlike me, you guys still have a different meaning."

Half elves stare at each other and fall down before me.

"Coming."

I waved my big hand to greet the sergeant and turned around.

"Wait! Stop, no way. Are you trying to kill your father? Half the blood in your bodies is mine!"

I hear the voice of a frightened man behind my back.

"My father died a long time ago."

Followed by a voice full of Gunne's readings.

"Ugh..."

Puck, quack.

It was followed by the sound of boiling blood sputum and the sound of sticking the coconut with the sword.

Tuck, Degur.

Then I heard something falling and rolling the floor.

"Your Majesty."

Adelia came running to me.

He shook his head and said that he would take out his handkerchief and wipe off the blood he didn't even bury.

It was as thoughtful as ever.

Cheerios.

But if there was a problem,

"Don't! I'm not wiping. I'm asking you more!"

Adelia, who promised to wipe my blood, said that the blue blood had fallen and that the handkerchiefs she had taken had already been robbed of blood.

Because of that, I became more and more messy.

"Sin, sorry."

Adelia, who later realized the situation, mourned.

"Then even this..."

Eli blows out a handkerchief in front of me.

It was better than Adelia's, but there is one thing to ask.

"Oh, I got it!"

I shouted.

Eli looks at me grumpy.

All the big guys are doing that, so it was really bad.

"Release the distribution after the battle."

He shook his head, and the homeless man told me.

Then I recall that the battle was not over yet and turned around again.

Grab it!

The Nymphs drew their swords together.

They were self-centered faces.

Nevertheless, the sword they drew was full of malice and murder.

I assure you, if you miss any of me here today, there will never be less people affected.

Of course, it was not possible for that to happen.

"Knights! Prepare for battle!"

They're here today.

"Extinction!"

They're all going to die here.

* *

Soon after, the battle was over.

The result was, of course, the victory of the allies.

The knights didn't even tell me to. They shot the entire battlefield and put a sword in the corpse of the fairies.

I was worried that I might be left with a sore breath in a year.

"Ugh."

In fact, some of the crafty fairies are wearing dead bodies, sometimes with their swords in their hearts.

It was seeds that could not be cared for until the end.

But now it was all meaningless.

They were all dead, and the body was thrown into the fire pit.

The king's body, which was stolen, was also collected and burned in a fire pit without leaving any flesh.

I stood still and saw the fire.

And when the burning flames left nothing but ashes, I could feel that the evil deeds of me and the fairies were all over.

The wicked peoples, who regarded the destruction of others' lives as a blessing of life, were thus exterminated.

The dominance that dominated the world in the past was finally completely erased from the world.

Now the existence of the fairy can be seen in the storybook.

A greedy, evil demon, not an angel of the past.

I thought so, but it wasn't.

Aggravation.

The light burst out of the earth, which was all ash, even as the fire burned.

I opened my eyes for a moment.

But let's see, the light was bigger. I didn't see anything like it.

I looked at the soldiers around in my mind, but none of them cared about the light that happened a little while ago.

It felt like I had a dream.

I guess I'm tired.

Enough to see this illusion.

The moment I shook my head and tried to move to my place while I was swallowing.

"Hmm?"

I caught sight of half the elves, including Gunne.

And I found out.

It means that the fate of the people who broke their pledges, took the punishment of corruption, and ended up destroying them, has chosen new ones.

I stood still and saw Gunne and the Half Elves for a long time.

"... Your Majesty? What are you looking at?"

Vincent asked me when he didn't know when he was coming.

"No, just."

I replied with my gaze fixed on those far-sighted half-elves.

"Maybe the stories of fairy tales like angels will continue, because I want to."

The Gunne and Half Elves, who were far away, smiled as they felt my eyes.

It was a clearer, brighter smile, without distinction from the smiles of the past, which had been shaded out of nowhere.

"What's that about eating oak grass?"

If it weren't for Vincent, he would have been able to enjoy that wonderful smile a little longer.

"That's why Vincent can't. Because I'm so sensitive, I don't even recognize my work every time."

"It's not my sensitivity, it's your eyes and hands."

"Hm."

When I snorted, Vincent said with a grumpy face.

"I think you should go quickly. His Majesty the King has been looking for you."

"I don't know why."

"Seeing that Queen Tutton and King Dothrin are together, I wonder if it's because of the pre and post processing problem... Ah, people don't even listen to me!"

I looked back at Vincent and shouted, as if it were ridiculous.

"Go quickly!"

Vincent frowns.

"Let's go together!"

"Shall we go?"

"As I always say, I'm not in a position to raise my voice."

"So you fit in?"

"What else can't you do?"

"Oh, really. I'm afraid..."

"Is that something to be hasty about?"

"Even now, after this ordeal..."

"Who's going to make a sound? I'm still in this mess, but how much do you owe me when I'm king..."

We're walking with Vincent.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is looking for you!"

Carls comes running from afar with a whale scream.

I walked again, answering that I was still on my way, but only at this time did those who heard the good news of Kars gather together beside me.

"Sire! Sire!"

It was Adelia, who was bleeding all over her body.

"I'll take you."

This was Arwen who was in charge of clearing the battlefield.

"So I stabbed him with a sword... eh? Your Majesty, where are you going?"

And this was Eli, who was gathering soldiers and bragging about my dance.

"Your Majesty, forgive me now. I didn't stab him on purpose. As a squadron commander, I had to do this kind of work..."

"Your Majesty! You Montpellier! Once again, I'm impressed by your radiant silence..."

Following my beloved knights, the Yale Hatred Ranger, and the Earl from the former imperial ambassador, followed me.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Royal Highness."

In the meantime, the soldiers and knights who heard the commotion stopped doing what they were doing one after the other and retreated to one side.

Chuck.

Kneel down and lower your head.

With the utmost respect.

Bugs and bumps.

I lifted up my chin and walked the path full of respect and affection.

So I came to the barracks where the king was waiting for me.

"Your Royal Highness has done it!"

The court knight commander who was guarding the barracks bowed down and announced my arrival inside.

"Stop."

"Come inside."

When permission is given, the old man opens the side of the barracks and wets them.

Our kingdom and the lords of Dothrin and Tutton were waiting for me.

Square table, with one of them empty.

I took up the rest of my place as if it were natural and faced the monarchs.

"I've sent a messenger from the Fortress of the Rear.."

When I settled down, the king raised his hand and placed a table in the middle of the barracks, somewhere on the map.

"The monsters who had been silent for a while got up in flocks. The remaining Rangers and Knights in the back are blocking the castle, but they're not enough to stop everyone..."

There was nothing more to hear.

"I'll go!"

The king laughed and ordered me to defeat a group of monsters with three hundred troops.

Then I looked back at my benefactors and said,

"I only take three of these."

Fearfully speaking, Eli shouts, "It's your turn to follow."

But unfortunately, his winds didn't come true.

Ugh.

While he was talking to me about his turn, Arwen, Adelia and Carls stitched up the three seats I promised by sewing beside me without saying a word.

"No, my God, where is this law!"

"War is no joke, does it make sense first!"

Eli protests, Vincent protests by his side.

"You might as well give others a chance this time."

Next to him, the outsider, who had been taken by the movements, roared like a concessionaire.

"Well, you'll need a guide anyway."

And right next to him, Jordan stretched out his flat voice and kicked my lord's ass.

Or not.

"I'll go then."

I looked down at the king and left the barracks straight away.

"Knights!"

I got on top of my horse, which someone quickly noticed was waiting for.

"Mission!"

The knights around the barracks looked at me with a frozen face and climbed to the top.

"Advance!"

Instead of waiting for them, I shouted at the whales and threw them out of the garrison.

Outside the temporary shabby wooden book.

Towards a new world at the end of an era.

Beyond that, there would be different worlds.

For the newly destined half-elves, the day is as gentle and mild as spring.

Untitled, for monsters who have settled within the territory of the Kingdom, the times are as harsh as one stormy summer day.

For the Kingdom of Mojin, which endured blizzards and rain, there was a rich time like autumn when the harvest had just come to an end.

Monsters and enemies who will soon face me will have a harsh season like the winter days of the Sacred Wind.

Tomorrow will be as diverse as the number of those who live in this world.

I ran and thought for a moment.

I don't know what tomorrow will be like.

Nothing came to mind.

For me, tomorrow would be a whole new day, when everything was uncertain.

My chest was pounding.

The wind has blown.

"That's good!"

I smiled brightly with the wind all over me.

Far away, maybe closer to him, waiting for me.

Towards the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I ran out without a break.