I Became the First Prince

I saw the old man on his back.

Cans.

The old man hammered. And I got off again.

Cans.

No hassle, no strength. I didn't even have a goggle.

The sound was just repeated one by one.

His heart began to beat slowly again. The refinement was pushed into my head.

[Thug, thug, thug.]

Thug. Thug. Cans.

The first "memory" I remember overlapped perfectly with reality.

Jiaying.

At that moment, the sense of identity wrapped around me and disappeared. It happened before I even realized who I was.

“Ah...”

It reminds me of that feeling of ignorance, and the sound of the endless hammering broke.

Unknown loss.

I saw the old man.

I saw the old man who stopped hammering put a lump of iron in the furnace.

The old man hears the hammer again. The runaway iron was beaten to bits.

Flames of flare, twinkling plates. In the meantime, a white hand bursts into the air.

Zec.

Something cold touched my forehead. I was struck by that vivid sensation.

“Ah...”

It sounded like a new sigh I didn't know.

At that moment, all kinds of noise were heard in the world where only the old man's hammering was heard.

The sound of the palm trees pounding. The sound of grass whining, the sound of flames,

“Your Majesty, you've sweated too much. ”

In the meantime, a fine voice dug into his ear.

He turns his head. Adelia holds a handkerchief soaked in water.

I could only look around.

The barbees, who were teasing their hands, stopped one or two hands and clenched their heads toward the inside. Those who were constantly stepping on the grass fell flat on the ground or on their knees.

A sturdy middle-aged man roamed the workplace, forcing the workers to stop working.

The man I met ran and fell at my feet.

“I greet the prince with humble greetings. ”

The atmosphere was different from that of the other nightclubs. He had no artisan twitchiness, but only the slowness of the business.

“Sire. This is Sachsen, who is in charge of the Yard Guild. ”

“I see.”

I turned my head briefly.

Everyone stopped their hands and paid tribute to me.

“What are you doing! Quickly stop your hands and raise your head... Urban! ”

He stops Sachsen's mouth from buzzing loudly.

“Town!”

With his mouth shut, he rolled his eyeballs. I was trying to figure out my weight.

“Don't be so loud. ”

I let go of the mouth that had been twisted. I rubbed the salivated palm on his top and looked around.

The sailors look at this side like they're not on their knees.

I was filled with dissatisfaction with the faces of the sailors who had been forced out of work. It was the faces that could not stand up and protest and boiled inside.

“Why didn't you even tell me to do it? ”

“Your Majesty? ”

Sachsen's eyes widened. I ignored him and said to the other sailors:

“Cool the iron. ”

The sailors dreamed of my words.

“If you're going to turn off the flame of the furnace, stay put. ”

Later, the sailors, who understood the meaning of the word, woke up.

“What are you doing! You're not stepping on the grass! ”

“What are you doing without an extension? ”

The sound of the rulers roaring to the rulers.

The shrieking and frequent hammering of the grass resonates all over again.

The old man's voice did not contain such an unknown resonance, but the vibrancy contained in it satisfied me.

* *

After that, I watched the old man for a long time. The old man didn't stop working until the end, he didn't even look at me.

Carls and other court knights wanted to kneel down even now, but I couldn't even get out first, so I just frowned.

How long has it been?

It was sunset one day.

“Stop going. ”

Too bad, but I thought I should go back today. I wanted to hear the old man's hammering all the time, but I couldn't help but notice the knights ripening from the heat of the workshop.

“Your Majesty! ”

Half-coloured Carls pulled me out of the workshop.

“Hua.”

Scared to leave the workplace, the court knights took a deep breath. I couldn't find the color in the car, but it seemed like it was a little painful to be in there.

“I've been making swords and melting them for half a year. I'm holding the ball like that right now, but when Bonamana or Sword is done, it'll be stuck in the fire. ”

On his way back, Torres Elon told me about the old man.

“Failures.”

I didn't like the results. I wanted to repeat something so foolish, but Torres isn't.

“It was before such a wall, but every sword made by His Majesty is not a luxury," he calls it "the sword's master." The swords he had melted with iron were not enough to be called masterpieces. ”

“But why is it melting? ”

Torres sighs, saying he doesn't even know.

Even within the guild, the spell was pushed because he has extraordinary abilities, but he is not the only one who suffered damage.

“I haven't slept in a month, and I'm just hanging on to my work. I'm not the only one who's younger, so I'm not worried about getting an invoice before I finish my sword. ”

The dishonor of Torres' voice is buried in the bowels.

* *

I went to see the old man again the next day.

The old man was always the same. The only thing that changed was that the piece of iron that the old man was pounding now looked like a sharp stick.

I stayed at the workshop from sunset to sunset and watched the old man's hammer beat.

I never felt the same strange sensation on the first day. But even if it wasn't, the sound of the old man's hammering was the only thing that drowned me.

I didn't get tired of hearing it all day.

That's how I've been at the workshop all day. Earl Elon is always waiting for me.

Dinner, no fun conversations.

If there was no guild workshop, I would have wanted to leave the Count immediately.

“Was he also interested in metallurgy? ”

An outsider who came late at night asked. I heard from someone else that I stay in the workplace all day.

“I'm not indifferent, but more than that, I just feel comfortable in the workshop. ”

The outsider raises his head to see if he doesn't understand me.

But I didn't really wonder why I was sitting in the workshop all day, and I quickly said something else.

“It's the next three days. After that, I'll leave with a wire, so if you have someplace to stop by and do something, do it beforehand. ”

“I'll take care of that. The outsider was so busy that he couldn't even see his nose. ”

“There is something you asked me to do separately. It'll be over in a day or two, so I don't care about you.”

The face of the outsider who said that seemed rather tired. I guess the King didn't give me my oil for free.

* *

It was the day before he left Count Elon.

I headed to the guild's workshop as always.

“You're here.”

Sachsen looked at me and gave me a greeting from the curtain. He shook his hand roughly, and passed by him and turned to the old man.

The old man welcomed me with his back as always.

Thug. Thug.

I looked at the old man with a regular hammer. Within days, the old man stood out. Elderly people, whether they melt swords or not, seem to have reached the limit of health, as Torres said.

It was remarkable that even with this landscape, the sound of ruin was still the same.

“I was going to see if the King was done. ”

The old man did not answer even though he said loudly as he intended to listen.

I was just fixing my blurred posture and putting more heat on the hammer.

I left the workshop for a longer time than usual. Today is the last day of Earl Elon's stay, so I had my own thing to do.

Of course, it was only to attend the repatriation ceremony prepared by Count Elon.

“Let's go.”

I left the workplace rather than turning around a few times in regret.

* *

“You're finally going. ”

Torres Elon sighs of relief.

How old I was when I heard the famous Prince Mannani was coming. I wasn't just worried that I was going to lose my territory.

Maybe it's different.

The prince is arriving one day later than the date he was notified, and he has been rotting for a long time. He led the cavalry around the plain several times and cursed the prince.

It was nice to see you again, though. It was absolutely imperative that the royal family should avoid doing things within the campus.

“Your Majesty.

Rumor has it that the prince was a stubborn pig and a nasty mangrove.

But the prince he met in person was completely different from the rumors.

Nor were they fattened pigs like rumors, nor were they the spoils of helplessness, as the people roared.

The prince was a well-trained handsome man, and he didn't see any particularly converging corners except for the rather rough side of his tongue.

Of course, just because the first impression was different, it wasn't the first impression.

I didn't know when the prince would reveal his true colors.

In fact, even at the welcome dinner, the prince did not say hello to the owner of the reception room as a guest. I couldn't only heat up my meal like I was making fun of my opponent without gradually ignoring him.

My father gave me precious gear before I was insulted. to be moderately enthusiastic and discouraged from doing bad things.

Whether that worked or not, the prince was no longer indifferent.

The first day passed so safely.

The next day, the prince said he wanted to explore the workplace of the Yard Guild. My father, who was well aware of the nature of the twisted palm trees, refused to accompany Hansako in anticipation that the planting of the eighteenth-century prince would cause injury and destruction.

In the end, his eldest son decided to stand up and look at the curse.

He told me the appearance of the craftsmen in his heart, but the prince also did not listen with his ear and back.

You're afraid to move on quietly, Torres puts his mind down.

The sailors were also afraid that the iron in my hand would cool off. Sachsen stood up and gave an example because he was barely able to stop after having a fuss.

Fortunately, the work seemed to be well appraised.

But all the world does not work out the way it wants.

The old man who was mad about the sword drew the prince's attention. An old man who didn't pretend to be an egg even though my lord was here caused the gears to sag.

But the prince was not angry. Rather, Sachsen was trying to stop the work of the master.

It wasn't the only one.

“If you're going to turn off the flame of the furnace, stay put. ”

Surprisingly, the prince even counted the minds of the lawyers who had forcibly stopped their hands and encouraged them to resume work.

Only then did Torres think that the prince might not be a seed-clogged rumor.

Seeing that the prince watched the work of the fielders for a few days and never undermined or vanquished their work, the idea became convincing.

The prince seemed to be deeply saddened that he was leaving without seeing the master complete the sword. It was such a pity to see the person next to me.

Maybe so.

When he learns that the master has the completion of the sword in his sights, Torres runs to the prince and informs him of it.

I will melt it with Bonamana or Iron Water again, but in the meantime, I want to see the sword made by the prince.

But that was a mistake.

When Torrence arrived with the prince, the master held onto the provisional handle.

I haven't worn any crossguards yet, and I haven't worn any decorations. Nevertheless, the Black Master was more beautiful than any sword he had ever made.

“I offer this sword to you. ”

But the commander offered the sword to the prince.

I slept for a month and made a prestigious sword that sounded like it breathed into my soul.

To a prince who has never said a word.