I Became the First Prince

What a fresh start.

But that was also possible when the north was fine.

If I don't take care of the Orcs who roam around the heavens and earth like my home, the territories that came before I could do something have become shy fields.

Whether it was boiled or roasted in the North, it was a rush to get rid of the Orcs first.

Fortunately, the prince also had measures against him.

“We don't fight the Orcs. ”

But the problem was that it was too different from what the lords thought.

The lords sullied.

He said he won't abandon the North until just now, and he won't fight again this time. The lords could not understand the words of the First Prince, how to drive out the Orcs without fighting.

“Orcs don't run their own army. The way they procure food is very simple. Fight the enemy and win. Fill the ship with its blood and flesh. That's how they do it. ”

The prince continued his explanation in a harsh tone.

“In other words, if there is no battle, they will be forced to sail. ”

Those who were quick to notice groaned. Among them is Baron Cardein, known for his own accomplice in the invasion.

“Do you have a blue field doctrine in mind? ”

The prince nods at the baron's question. The baron does indeed, and nods.

Earl Schrthol, who had not followed the conversation, asked.

“God is ignorant and cannot count His Majesty's will. What do you mean you won't fight, and what do you hear from the blue...”

“It seems you intend to kill the Orcs without fighting. ”

Baron Cardaine explained on behalf of the First Prince.

Cheongya Tactics.

Extreme tactics to curb the possibility of destroying or plundering useful supplies in advance and procuring local sources of supplies that have never been scarce.

“If you go crazy, it won't work. It's difficult to execute and even if it succeeds, it's because of the large sequelae. ”

Remove the maximum amount of material to the rear, or destroy it from its place. The vast majority of the material destroyed was food, and the intermediary also included grains that could not be harvested.

Whether it failed or succeeded, the people's pride and hunger were forced to follow after the war.

Baron Cardain pointed this out and expressed his concern.

“The Orcs are terrible caterers. ”

The prince spoke unhindered.

Except for a few special ones, monsters don't vegetarian. The only means by which they fill their boats was hunting and plundering, and the only food on their table was meat that fell into the blood.

For them, the grain piled up in the treasury was out of interest.

It was hard to steal stockpiled supplies, so I didn't have to rot my head and burn bloody food.

Of course, that didn't really mean anything.

I could not avoid the humiliation of not fighting over the performance territory that I had defended over my lifetime.

But none of the lords told the truth out of their mouths.

There was still blood on the floor of the nobles executed by the First Prince. I couldn't even imagine refuting it.

Moreover, there were winter castles in the barracks that handed over the castles to Orcs who had guarded them over a long period of time. It was eight pennies to talk in front of them.

They are responsible for the collapse of the castle to some extent.

The lords realized their own intentions.

There are crimes that have been committed, and we need help. I couldn't even think about it.

I just get down flat and wait for this harsh season to pass.

Despite the silence of the lords, the meeting was taking place vigorously.

“But the oaks don't crumble enough to back off. ”

Vincent Ballerhard challenged.

Even if you can weaken the power of the Orcs, hearing tactics cannot be a fundamental solution. The Orcs will endure their evil deeds by filling their bellies with my people's blood and flesh.

The commanders of Winter Castle gathered their mouths and said:

"After all, no matter how fast or late, you can't avoid the battle."

In Vincent's words, the prince nodded.

“That's right. After all, we have no choice but to fight to drive out the Orcs. ”

He said he wouldn't fight a little while ago. It was an attitude that was unattainable.

“But that's not what happened right now. ”

One prince added a word.

“It's none of our business. ”

“No way...”

“It's not us who fight the Orcs all day. ”

Then the commanders, who knew the prince's intentions, groaned.

“For once, they have to go through a real winter. ”

One prince stared straight at the lords and said,

“Never forget that cruelty again. ”

I have sinned, so I have no excuse to be reproached. The lords shake their heads as if they had made a promise.

One prince's gaze turned this time to the men of Balahad.

“How foolish they were, and how much they lost. ”

How many times did the prince say he would make you realize it?

The look on the faces of D'Sen's men who left the Winter Castle crossed.

Scream and self-esteem, fluency and expectation.

Seeing the complexity of the screening process, Maximilian admired it.

It was a really rare sight.

A young boy who is not yet an adult, it is also losing consciousness until now. The newly awakened prince was leading the meeting unilaterally. It was not just leading the way, it was spreading.

In a word, the noble lords were proud, and in a word, the eyes of the knights who had become obsessed with anger were cleansed.

“You'll need troops to lure them. ”

Stragglers and others were determined to burn down their jealousy.

“I will entice you. ”

“No, I'll do it. ”

I saw no more defeat and humiliating fugitive luck.

I couldn't help but feel Count Valrhaud's reluctance to support the North. They seemed energetic before the fall of winter.

It was an incredible sight.

I can't believe now that only sixteen boys have completely filled the void of a knight who has served as the guardian of the kingdom for over half a hundred years.

Who would have imagined it?

If the aristocrats of the royal family saw what they look like now, what would they think?

It was not difficult to find the answer.

Only a short time ago, the lords of the north, who were completely overwhelmed by the prince who looked down with contempt, were before their eyes.

The lords who chase after the prince with their fears and expectations, the nobles of the royal family, will be just like them.

Pair.

Maximilian wakes up from an angry fantasy with a clapping sound.

“The meeting will end here. ”

One day the meeting was over.

Maximilian is falling apart.

I had no income while holding yearly meetings. Even the retreat was not decided, so only the Winter Castle's commandos and lords' goals deepened during the galloping.

I felt like holding a knot that didn't come off.

In fact, it's a knot that can be loosened like this.

Maximilian takes a long breath.

It just felt like everything was back to normal.

* *

After the Northern lords left, all I had was a barracks, some knights, including Vincent and Maximilian.

All kinds of emotions arose from the faces of those who had been stiffened throughout the meeting.

“Your Majesty.”

They summoned the first prince several times. I have a lot to say, but I don't know if my mouth is easy, but my lips are just fuzzy.

“Say what you want me to say. ”

One prince said eagerly.

I was weary, but my expression was not the same as usual.

But Vincent and the men knew.

I didn't know that the prince's eyes were not looking for a place to go, which was usually shot so comfortably by a man.

“You don't have time for this. ”

The prince laid the crown.

I could not see the coldness of the ten lords who had cut their voices and faces into daggers.

The leader, who had overwhelmed dozens of his men throughout the meeting, was no longer there.

All I had left was a kid who was too proud to let me know what was wrong.

“Your Majesty. ’’

Vincent called the prince again.

“How many of the family's men do you think Baleard would have died in bed? ”

The word death began to faint terribly.

“I need to rest. I haven't recovered yet...”

“There shouldn't be more than five. ”

Vincent took a step forward and said,

“It's not unusual for a man of the Valrhards to end his life on the battlefield. I'd rather be honored. ”

The first prince got up from his bed.

“He was not a whiny oak, he was killed fighting the king of the Orcs. You burned my sword to prevent that monster from pursuing its allies. ”

He quickly lost his balance, and Adelia hastily supported him.

“My father's last words were not worth your sympathy. ”

Vincent gave it a boost.

“Do not insult His righteousness. ”

The prince did not answer. Vincent never spoke again.

Vincent turns his head. Other articles followed without saying anything.

“I'm glad you woke up okay. ”

Even the short greetings he left before leaving the barracks said nothing. Adelia looks at him like it's a pity.

* *

The garrison's troops fled overnight.

Earl Schrthol and other northern lords marched out of the camp with troops, and hundreds of horsemen were dispersed around in the messenger's duties. Each destination was different, but their duties were all the same.

At the behest of the First Prince, they dreadfully evacuated the people before arriving at their destination. It wasn't hard to convince the people because there was a terrible rumor that the Orcs were making the surrounding celestial fields blurry.

The people headed south with only minimal valuables.

The soldiers of the Northern lords were with them.

Some of the unlucky were also attacked by Orcs. But not so many encountered the Orcs.

It was a virtue that survivors of the Winter Castle lured and carried the Orcs around shooting all over.

The southern troops and people split to a point of origin.

Soldiers steered toward the fort, which is further east, and the people continued south to cross the bridge across the Rheintes.

The two-prince Maximilian led them.

It was the safety of a prince who feared that the forces of the kingdom who had set a low-lying line south of the Rheintes would expel the refugees in the north.

Perhaps if the Orcs were attacked during the attack, Maximilian would be outrageous.

However, there was no raid on the rest of them who were concerned about whether they were doing my job well.

And finally, the Maximilians and the refugees were able to reach the Rheintes Bridge, which connects the north and the middle.

Maximilian was relieved.

I saw the kingdom's troops over the bridge.

Flags bearing different family symbols were flowing across the river. Even at first glance, it was a troop that looked beyond the water.

Some of them ran out of the garrison and crossed the river.

“Stop!"

Maximilian sees soldiers blocking his legs and shouting, wetting the hood of the fur cape.

“The people who fled the chaos in the north are on the way to escape. Open the way.”

“Your Majesty? ”

The commander who recognizes him closes his eyes.

After that, everything was one thousand and four thousand.

The commander of the defensive ship would have expressed his gratitude at the sudden crowding of refugees.

It was not known whether it was because of the prince's existence, nor whether the kingdom's policy was that of Maximilian.

If there was anything he could tell, the central part was just the fact that everything was abundant.

There was a lot of troops, food, and weapons.

It was hard to even feel a disguise for its richness.

Everything else is lacking and everything is poor. It was like coming to another world.

“The Second Prince saved the people of the North! ”

The faces of the aristocrats and soldiers were furious with praise.

Usually, he would have stepped up first to explain the situation and stop the excessive hymns and cheers. But not this time.

It was time to borrow a fake.

A small spot created to celebrate the return of the two princes who left for the North. A timeless atmosphere.

“The Orcs' army is on their way here now. ”

Maximilian lays cold water on it.

“Why are the Orcs shaking north by now...”

He opens his mouth again, looking at the nobility, talking in comfort as if he were watching the fire across the river.

“The Orcs will be here within the next week or two, whichever is sooner. ”

The sweet music that the musicians were playing, and they snapped. A smile came from the mouth of the nobles who were holding the cup and toasting.

“The party is over. ”

Maximilian said, "It was a dry, cold voice that resembled the whirlwind passing through the snowfield.