I Became the First Prince

The mountain girl, who knew nothing over time, became a woman, and she gained numerous names.

"Giant Butcher."

Commander of the Iron Knights.

"Knight of Fortitude."

Savior of the Westerners.

Commander of the Western Liberation Army.

Besides, there were countless names that referred to her, but many of them referred to her as Anne. This one, called "The Age", was her only sword.

[Ann! You have to back off! If we go this way, we'll be surrounded!]

Agnes glances around quickly.

In the future, the Giant Soldiers were running. Behind them, Liberation Army knights and soldiers were busy evacuating civilians.

She lowers her stance and fixes her sword.

"Not yet! The allies haven't escaped yet! If I fall out of here, my allies will be extinct!"

[You will die before your allies are annihilated!]

Gruhorn shouted again, but she did not listen.

"You know, really. There's a lot of stallion."

[Ann! The situation is not good! No matter how you say it...!]

"■ When was the situation not the same?"

After that, Gruhorn told her several times.

However, she did not listen with her ear and back, and Gruhorn stopped and sighed when the Giant Army soldiers came to the plains not far from the woodwork.

I can't get out now.

[I don't know. Now you're on your own.]

Agnes burst with a clear laugh that didn't fit the situation, in a heartbreaking voice for some reason.

"Cute ■ ■. Antol will help you anyway."

[... no matter how much I think about it, I think it was a mistake in my life.]

Agnes, who was going to answer to Grouchon's groaning, shut his mouth.

One day, the Giant Corps came to the front of their noses.

Her eyes began to glow yellow and blue.

"It's time to predate. He's cute."

At the same time, a golden flash began to flow from her body.

Gloriously enough to be seen everywhere in the northeast and southwest.

The Giant Army soldiers, who were running widely, began to run towards her, narrowing the streets in a single breath.

Gwwwww!

Grrrrrrr!

With his mouth he shouted loudly.

[Even if you miss the others, you'll have to tear them apart.]]

"I was less worried about the rear."

After a short answer, Agnes breathed and took a breath.

Then he stepped out of his place and drew his sword.

Pot!

A golden black light flashed.

At the same time, some of the Giant Corps soldiers who were running ahead cut off their legs and rolled the floor.

But that was only part of it.

Gwwww!

Much more Giant Corps soldiers were approaching her nose unharmed.

[The two of you in front! After that, the one with the red helmet is real!]

Two Giant Corps soldiers rushed in front of Gruhorn, whose warning was scariest to come to an end.

Weeeeeeee.

Two large, elongated spears as big as a dizzy pillar shrouded toward her.

Agnes stands still in his first position, shaking his sword.

Bang bang!

The two sack windows bounced off with a succession of sounds.

[Coming!]

And a sack of axes slammed into her before she could correct her posture.

Qaaaaaaaah!

A strike that was so intense that the spear of a child was felt like it by the Giant Army soldiers a little while ago.

Agnes didn't back off.

Rather, she leans forward.

Booooooooo.

The day of the axe passes by with a swipe over her head.

Qaeqeep.

The crude human handcrafted helmet was torn at once by the wind pressure.

Tofu weir.

The helmet tears, and deep brown hair spills from the inside.

Yellow and red eyes flashed through the scattered hair.

She literally draws a sword through the bridge of a giant.

Spatula.

At the same time, I heard something cut off.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The Giant Corps collapses in a bubble.

[I feel bad...]

Gruhorn shook his body.

Or not.

Agnes was already continuing his next attack.

One Giant Corps soldier is down again.

That was the beginning.

Agnes used his small body as a weapon rather than a giant to carry a blanket across the Giant Army.

Giant troops have fallen countless times.

But there were so many enemies, and it was too much for her to defeat them all by herself.

"Huff, huff."

Agnes takes a deep breath to the tip of his chin.

Fresh!

The spear of the Giant Corps flew.

She puts out her sword face.

Bang!

She bounced out as she was with the noise.

Quadcopt.

She rolled the floor a few times, causing her to beep.

"Ugh!"

But I quickly vomited blood and knelt on one knee.

The Giant Corps, who covered themselves with shields and put out their spears, surrounded her.

Unlike the Giant Army soldiers she had fought for so far, they were heavy infantrymen wrapped around her body in thick iron armor.

[Targeted. I've been waiting for you to get tired from the start.]

He should have detected their presence in real time, and Gruhorn said he was sorry.

"Even if I knew it first, something would have changed."

Agnes said it wasn't a big deal.

"But then."

Then he asked, as if he had just remembered.

[Then?]

"When we first met."

[Why then?]

"You said you'd die if you didn't sign me."

Grouchon shut his mouth for a moment, answering a puzzling question.

"Why did you do that?"

[I don't know the intent of the question.]

"Don't let go of me. You wouldn't have killed him anyway."

[What does that mean...]

"Why do you keep pretending to be a swordsman? Don't even get along."

Gruhorn raises his voice in a fat voice.

[I'm right about the sword.]

"■ ■ Don't."

[...] Please shut that mouth.]

"I wouldn't have come all the way here without you."

Gruhorn asked me again in an unpleasant tone.

[To say something else.]

"The muddy mountain girl, who knew nothing, became the commander of the Western Liberation Army. Don't you think so?"

[Well, in my eyes, it's the same as it was when I first saw it, or now it's dirty.]

"All thanks to you. Not being drawn to the villagers then, not being here so far."

[Honestly, the villagers were on their own at the time...]

"I've always been grateful."

Agnes only said what I had to say to the end.

[I mean, I don't want to hear it.]

Gruhorn complained small.

"Honestly, I tried to give up everything. I can't stand the sight of those around me dying."

But the complaint was only for a moment, and Grouchon kept his mouth shut and listened quietly to his unfathomable confession.

"But I didn't give up because of you."

Agnes strokes Gruhorn's body.

"Even if all the others die, even if I die first."

Deep trust and affection were buried in her eyes.

"As much as you will be by my side to the end."

[...]

"Even if everyone in the world calls you the Mage Sword, at least to me you're the New Sword, no. More than that."

Gruhorn did not answer.

Agnes felt like he didn't know what to do, not because he didn't have anything to say.

Kick.

She smiled small.

"My friend, my teacher. Dear Gruhorn."

Then he straightened his back and raised his sword again.

"I had a good dream thanks to you."

She laughed indifferently, saying that if she had done this much, others would have been able to carry on with this dream.

[Ann.]

"Don't worry. I haven't given up yet."

[...] Anne.]

"We'll fight to the end. I'm gonna kick your ass till the end. That's also your teaching."

Ann!

"Let's go, my friend, my teacher. Dear Gru..."

Agnes kept his mouth shut.

I wonder what sort of rank the Giant Corps of Soldiers could afford if they thought of her as a rat in a jar.

Agnes opens her eyes and looks around.

Tofu tofu.

I started to hear a faint sound from a distance.

It's a whole different story from the way the Giant Army rolls its feet.

"Horse hoof?"

It was a sound that could be heard when a knight armed with iron armor attacked.

I had a glimmer on Agnes' face.

Suddenly, he twitches his face and stares at Grouchon.

"You knew. Since when?"

Gruhorn shook his body.

[It's been a while.]

"But why are you talking...!"

[I tried. You're the one who didn't give me a chance.]

Agnes' face darkened in Yalmaean's voice.

"What kind of ■ ■ ■! ■ ■ ■ Hey! ■ ■ ■ ■ ■!"

[...]

She's so insulted, bang in the back of the Giant Corps! A loud noise burst out.

"Do that, and give freedom and glory to the earth!"

I heard the slogans of the Iron Knights raised by her and Gruhorn one step late.

"This ■ ■! Do it with the nails!"

[Even if you say so. I can't help what I've already heard.]

"■ ■ Don't!"

Agnes' swearing echoes everywhere.

But the slander was soon buried in the roar of knights and the screams of the Giant Army.

One day, when free life was still considered unavoidable, the woman who would be considered the greatest knight of all time was still clumsy in the unnamed Western Plains.

* *

Ten years have passed again.

In the meantime, there have been many changes in the world.

Somewhere between the east and west, the fire seeds spread everywhere, burning the fairies, the dark green clans, and the citadel of giants.

Now man was not the powerless species located at the bottom of the food chain.

They were the only race to wage war simultaneously against three of the four powerful rulers, and were the great factions that turned the battle upside down and stepped toward victory little by little.

But it was not enough for the enemy to crack down on human victory.

The rulers of the dominant species, who regarded the situation as a petty livestock rebellion, later began to put elites of the clan into war.

Thus, they called the uprising of men a war that held the power of the continent, not mere rebellion, and fought back.

It was the end of a war that would be called the Great War in the distant future.

The battle that took place locally spread to the entire continent.

The citadel that each tribe built was burned with fire.

A mountain of dead bodies rises throughout the plain, and a river flows with red blood.

The battle intensified as the days went by.

Victory and defeat intersected countless times.

Numerous heroes were born, crushed again.

The surviving heroes continued to build victory.

All the heroes of the great war clans came to shake their names everywhere.

But among them were the Dodrazis.

It was the knight of the human race.

The victory they had achieved was a mere honor, not a result.

Victory was the source of their power, and at the same time the journey to high places.

And at the end of that journey there were five great knights who were thought to be the closest.

commanders of the five Liberation Armies in the north-east, south-west and central continents.

Agnes was also one of them.

Her eyes turned towards me.

Beyond the plain was the home of Gigantes, the last of the giants, the Golden Sunset Citadel.

The wall that touched the sky was too high for man to climb, and the flag that even covered the sun seemed more sacred.

The troops on the wall were also unworthy.

The most brave Giant Army soldiers she has ever faced are standing along the walls.

It was a tribute to be the last of the Giants.

But the fortress is over now.

Agnes looked back.

Many of the heroic lords of the world, and the knights who defeated the Giant Corps alone, were staring at the fortress on horseback.

The knights of the Iron Knights, known as the best of the Northeast Southwest Liberation Army, were preparing for the battle that was about to begin.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, all over the West, who were not afraid of death, were holding their weapons and waiting for her mouth to open.

Agnes looks forward again.

The citadel in my eyes was not as impressive as it was when I first saw it.

She pulled the sword.

After cutting the flesh and bones of the Giant Army soldiers, he still showed a sharp and glorious sword.

She whispered a small whisper as she stared at the sword.

"Let's travel together after this war."

[... once you win, talk.]

A sharp, but worrying, tinted voice, she laughed quietly.

"Good luck today."

[It's not new.]

Agnes fixes the sword and raises it high again and sets it before his face.

Then I carefully pulled the blade.

A ritual she had always held before the battle.

Her lips touched the sword.

"Let's go, Gruhorn."

She said she had quickly removed her lips.

[Yes.]

The new sword replied.

"Soldier! Charge!"

The Iron Blood Commander shouts with his sword extended forward.

"Do that, and give freedom and glory to the earth!"

An army that was not afraid of death was frustrated.

It was a story written somewhere in the myth, the song of the opening wall, where a mountain girl and a sword that she did not know was a sword or a sword.