I Became the First Prince

The Leonberger family summoned the nobles of the kingdom.

It would have been too late to gather around the kingdom, but this time it was different.

Immediately, the nobles who had received the command of Marquis Montpellier, the ambassador of the Empire, and were staying in the royal palace or nearby city, went to the royal palace terribly before the fall of the summons.

In just two days, half the royal nobles arrived at the royal palace.

And they were led straight to the banquet hall.

“This time, I heard of the lords of the North as an example of a victorious army. I don't think I want to have a victory banquet. ”

“Isn't the atmosphere too stiff for that? ”

The nobles gathered at the gigantic banquet hall spoke of the visit of the Northern lords who had recently made the royal family rattle.

“Who knew that little old man would go there? ”

“Even the gifted lions of the earth could not win after all these years. ”

Count Baleard, unless he's famous for his fierce fight,

“By the way, Your Highness, the First Prince, I'm sorry. I've lost my guardian, and I've never been so hard on myself. ”

“There is a story that the North was sealed off to drive the ball to His Royal Highness, and if that's true, it's a pity. ”

Even the returned prince left the crown as though he had been expelled. For the majority of the nobles, it was only a matter of interest.

It was unfortunate, he said, but their expression was gloomy.

“I heard you already paid for it. ”

“I heard you humiliated the decent with a horrible item from the North, so I don't think the Holy Spirit is going anywhere after the war. ”

“Maybe we didn't get the war right. ”

From the point of view of a twisted knight, a tempered, dirty prince, or nobles, stories close to ridicule and insult came from all over the banquet hall.

“Tsk. How rude. ”

“I don't know how to express my condolences and remembrance to a knight who is dedicated to the kingdom, but I do have my own cruelty. ”

Only a handful of nobles, including Marquis Villefeld, mourned the warrior and commended him for his holy death.

Marquis Villefeld, who had assumed that today's meeting and the Empire's ambassador would be connected in some way, hoped that the kingdom would not be greatly undermined today.

The tiger also told me he was coming, and that's when the ambassador of the Empire came to the banquet hall.

“The Eternal Friend of the Kingdom, the Marquis of Montpellier in Bourgogne, whom His Majesty the Emperor of the Kingdom of Bourgogne has legitimately recognized as prestigious, Ambassador Clement de Brrgogne Montpellier, is here! ”

It was truly unusual that the ambassador of the Empire, who entered later than usual and showed off his position, said this.

“Huh. Something's really going on. ”

Marquis Villefeld looks at the Empire's ambassador with a stiff face.

But whoever looked at it or not, the Empire's ambassador only moved quickly. It seemed like he was being chased by something that had no mothballs. It was also unusual.

“Ambassador. Are you here? ”

Some of the nobles, who did not notice, approached the Empire ambassador and trembled.

“From now on, before I speak, never speak to me. ”

Such an ambassador lays terror on the nobles.

The nobles, who did not know the English language, retreated with an uneasy face. The aristocrats who returned to their place said that the ambassador's planting is not good today.

“Perhaps a higher greeting has been sent from the Empire? ”

A nobleman who was watching carefully handed Marquis Villefeld an earful.

It made sense.

Because the shape of my body, which I couldn't help but feel restless, was the same as the one of the underlings who welcomed my master.

“Nervous. Nervous. ”

During Marquis Villefeld's observation of the Empire's ambassadors, the royals of the deceased revealed themselves.

“His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, the most noble ruler and moderate ruler of the Kingdom of Leonberg, the legitimate lineage of His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian Leonberger II and His Royal Highness Prince Gillian Leonberger III enter! ”

The princes who appeared stood right in front of the banquet hall statue.

Marquis felt strange looking at such princes.

The appearance of the three princes, surrounded by their roaring and following nobles, was the same as usual, but the two princes, who were always smiling softly, had a hard face.

It seems the two princes knew something about what was going to happen today.

Marquis Villefeld moves to reach the two princes, and the banquet hall door opens and the royal servant shouts aloud.

“The moderate ruler of the Kingdom of Leonberg, the legitimate lineage of His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, the eldest son of the Leonberger family, His Royal Highness Prince Idrian Leonberger, Berthe of the Earl of Northern Shrthol, the Earl of Huron...”

Beyond the wide open door, the prince appeared with the lords of the north and my knights.

“Hup."

The nobles who saw the first prince sighed in vain.

Until just a year ago, there was no longer a single prince who was just a young boy.

The lactating face was sharply angled, and the body was not lacking compared to that of a robust knight. Above all, it was a scar of the whole body that was not covered by the growth of the nobles.

The back of the hand and neck were full of horrible sneezes, and the chin and forehead were carved with serpent-like wounds.

“Sa, the wound...”

“Hugh. I must have heard from the rear...”

While the nobles were in the army, a prince looked inside the banquet hall.

The nobles who encountered the gaze took a step back in vain. There were so many creeps in their bodies that they withdrew.

Looking at those nobles, the prince laughed.

“You're not on your knees? ”

The young tone of laughter was unfriendly and even sweet, but the nobles felt like they had been thrown into the frozen river in the middle of winter. When I regained consciousness, I crushed my knee on the ground and choked my head.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

A threatening footsteps, essentially different from the steps of the laggards, as if a large beast were roaming in front of their eyes.

The nobles stopped breathing and put their ears up.

It's like a little beast hiding in the bushes waiting for its predators to overrun.

And when the prince's steps finally stopped, the nobles threw up their breath, as if they had made a promise.

But I dared not raise my head.

They welcomed the king in that state.

“His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, the moderate ruler of Léonberg, is more honorable and wise than anyone else! Pay your respects, everyone! ”

Beyond the open door, the King reveals himself.

"Hmm?”

The King pauses his feet to see if he has felt the air of the banquet hall sinking strangely.

The King turned his head.

And he found his eldest son standing alone among the nobles on his knees and gazing at him.

The king's face hardened, and the prince smiled.

The king took a step, ignoring his eldest son's gaze.

Face to face with the one you don't want to meet, but I feel a little better when I look at the nobles who have raised their heads more deeply than usual.

When I discovered that even the ambassador of that faraway empire was bowing his head, I looked and rolled my tail without knowing.

But it was just an illusion alone.

The nobles, the ambassadors of the Empire, did not look at him, so the nobles felt the presence of a beast-like boy who was only walking in front of them, not a deer.

Only the king didn't know that.

* *

When I saw the good face of the bloody nobles, I poured out the wrath of the oppressed.

But I put up with it.

It wasn't time to blow your anger yet.

It was time to comfort those who fell down on their knees like ten thousand crooks.

I hunger for anger and waited.

To reveal what the king looks like.

“His Majesty King Lionel Leonberger, the moderate ruler of Léonberg, is more honorable and wise than anyone else! Pay your respects, everyone! ”

And finally, beyond the door of the wide open banquet hall, the king appeared.

The king who found me was flawed and hardened. But within days, I began to walk among the nobles, ignoring them.

by forcibly hitting the floor,

Impersonating a majesty that doesn't even exist.

It's like a clown walking between nobles.

It sits on an empty soaring monolith.

"Everybody raise your heads. ”

The king said, with the majesty he had created by force.

The aristocrats got up in a tangle.

I turned my head rather than look at him.

The royal bodyguards, who were broken before they could write, trembled.

The emotions on his face were so complicated that I couldn't understand them.

Some seem to welcome a reunion with the king, and others resent a king who did not recognize them. Or I feel relieved because I don't recognize them.

“If you want, I'll give you a big chance. ”

“I don't want it. ”

I said it out loud, and they refused.

“Then watch. ”

They asked me with their eyes.

What the hell am I supposed to be watching?

I looked around quietly.

An irresponsible and incompetent monarch who has left the nobles in vain, and a blind king who has fallen into remission, rests on a statue.

False heparins clinging to rotten logs and flirting their tongues like snakes are shaking their heads falsely under them.

A cliff that strives hard to support the inclined logs is looking at the situation with a vigilant face filled with devotees.

I was trampled once by the harsh winter wind, but the stiffer northern fowlers were looking at me.

He was once standing for the Empire, but now one of my domesticated dogs is waiting to be loosened.

A hillbilly that they will soon produce.

While the royal family turned a blind eye to three hundred and twenty-three sacks,

A stranger to a rotten kingdom as it is rotten.

That's what I wanted to show them.

They will have to find the answers themselves.

I'll do that, too.

Today I will be watching here. And I will judge.

“Today, we are called to gather the Serpents here in accordance with the" Emergency Convening Authority of the Empire Ambassador "under the treaty between the Empire and the Kingdom. ”

The first one was the clown, the blind king, who played the widow.

“Now that the majority of the nobles of the kingdom are gathered, there will be no problem to begin with. ”

In the words of the blind king, the fat dog barks.

“It was because I wanted to discuss the future of the Kingdom that I invited many nobles who were eager to work here."

No one disputes the future of the kingdom when a dog from another country barks.

Once.

Nine times now. I also endure the power of nobles and kings dampened by tartar.

“Before that, we need to talk about the war in the North that happened a while ago. ”

The fat dog looked at me.

One step forward.

“Bring it.”

Arwen and the knights set a great ark in front of me before I finished speaking.

I opened the ark like a wreck.

And throws out Warlord's head with his tongue out of it.

That's where the nobles gathered, right in front of the king's statue.

Teguhr.

A headache larger than that of a dizzy adult male body stopped rolling down the floor.

“Uh-huh? ”

“Ughhhh!”

The nobles screamed and the banquet hall became a mess in an instant.

“What are you doing! ”

The blue king lost his peace and rebuked me.

But I pulled Warlord's arm out of the coffin or not and threw it back out.

The nobleman, caught in the forearm, swung his eyes and fainted without even screaming.

“Argh!"

“You're out of your mind! Crazy. I can't do this without being crazy! ”

The screams and groanings of the feeble nobles are all right, and the angry king is in trouble.

"You have won, so you should show the enemy's supply in front of the king."

I revealed this.

“No? Your Majesty?”