I Became the First Prince

The long-eared rangers of Valrhad stand in front of them and head west.

After three days of walking, a wasteland full of red dirt appeared, and four days later, a huge fortress built up of red stones from afar was revealed.

“You have reached the gale of the Citadel! ”

In the words of the Ranger, Jordanian, I paused for a moment and put the fort in my sights.

Fortifications donated by dwarves in honour of friendship with the kingdom were still defending this harsh Western barren land 400 years later.

Only if there was a difference between the past and the present, the masterpieces made by masters in contemplation were terribly transformed by human touch.

The indiscriminate expansion of the folk house and all kinds of buildings around the imposing walls and fortifications surrounded by the spires.

“What a mess.”

You may not know it, but if you see the citadel that they donated, the dwarves won't be able to run because they're scared.

It was as expected.

“The Dwarves are not here. ”

The King said that the envoy of the Dwarves was staying in the fortress of the Gale. However, the head of the citadel and the commander of the Western Legion said they had left.

I asked why, and the answer was pseudonym.

I left the castle because I was distressed to see the transformed citadel.

The group was ridiculous, but I just laughed.

It was good to see stubborn craftsmen who had not changed since 400 years.

“I wouldn't have gone back, where are they now? ”

The commander stares at me.

When I ask you so much, it seems like it was amazing.

Everyone will be embarrassed when they hear that the envoy from the official mission has left the position for this ridiculous reason.

But at least I wasn't.

For me, this behavior of dwarves was so natural.

They were stubborn people who couldn't even abandon their craftsmanship on the battlefield.

“Two days west of the citadel, there is a small hill. The envoy has been sleepwalking there for a month. ”

The commander who said that asked me if there was anything else I could do to help.

I asked him to prepare a guide and some items to guide him to the wasteland where the envoy lives.

“I'll have them all ready by tomorrow. ”

Even so, the look on the commander's face was only a blur.

Even if we could only restart our friendship with the dwarves who were cut off a long time ago, we would see enormous gains, but not so much enthusiasm for the army commander.

If it was natural, it was natural.

I have heard that many times the envoy has already been to the royal palace, no one has even spoken to them properly. A guy like me came to see an envoy in a yard like that, so he's not even motivated.

In other words, there was no expectation of me. Like the King thinks I'm gonna fail, of course.

Or not, I wasn't a slut.

After a short day's rest, I gathered my group and asked.

“I'm the one who thinks he's not responsible for anyone as much as the liquor. ”

My group looked at me with a puzzled face, answering an unfathomable question.

Then I started to look at each other by rolling my eyeballs.

Strange tensions arose that did not suit the situation.

It was the ranger who broke the tension first, not the knight.

“In the winter castle, it says Jordanian per week, Jordanian per week. ”

As Ranger Jorden sneaks forward, a group of people who saw what he was saying stepped forward.

“At least I have the confidence to drink better than Jordan. ”

“I've never been drunk, so I don't know how much to drink. ”

“I've never eaten because I'm afraid I'm not drunk. ”

When I noticed it, my group heard how well they drank.

“Court knights don't belong to anyone. ”

I don't know what the eligibility of the court knight is, but I went all the way to Karls Ulrich.

Almost everyone in the group went forward, even the in-house, Gurwayne, who thought I was the enemy.

It was ridiculous. I knew those men would risk their lives for ignorant drinking from old times, but I didn't think so.

But he wasn't the only one.

Chuck.

I looked at the woman standing in front of me with my eyes wide open.

“Arwen?”

“I don't enjoy it, but I don't think I can drink it more than they do. ”

The men twirled their eyebrows in a voice that felt confident in the midst of the storm.

It seems that Arwen's words touched my pride.

“Almost there. Adelia, do you want some? ”

Adelia shakes her head, saying she has never had a drink.

“Then you don't know. ”

Since the checkpoint I knew was an enormous shareholder, I also put Adelia in a group of shareholders.

She also refused to ask if she was curious about a drink she had never had before.

Pair.

That's how I gather people together and clap my hands.

Soldiers of the Galwind Fortress whimpered and left the barrel.

“Let's see. ”

I opened the lid of the barrel left by the soldiers.

“Khh. Smell. ”

The smell of cheap liquor spread everywhere.

It was as intense as a scent to smell.

“Sire, what is the situation now? ”

He opened the lid of the keg in turn, and Carls Ulrich stepped up and asked.

“We have to find out who the real shareholder is. ”

When I answer nothing, Carls looks ridiculous.

“Suddenly? ”

“Why? You don't have confidence? If you're not confident, you're out. ”

Carls faces up.

“I'll bet on the honor of the Court Knight. ”

“You're not even a court knight anymore. ”

“That's how confident I am. ”

I'm talking to Carls like that, and Jordan asks me from behind.

“Shall we start now? ”

Everyone, except Carls, was already holding a cup full of liquor.

“That's already begun. ”

When I pointed to a corner, the group turned their heads at the same time.

It was a full and gloomy impression, but Gurwayne, who had grown so heavy since he went to the royal palace, was already inclined to drink with his face as though he was carrying all the burdens of the world.

“I can't lose. ”

“The first cup must be emptied! ”

The men who saw it struck the cup in the mouth at the same time.

Arwen was in the gap.

Gulp.

With the thieving move, she empties her drink in a single breath. Then he poured the liquor back into his mouth right out of the barrel.

The provoked men roared their necks and emptied their glasses and drank again.

“It's not a quick drink. Drink a lot.”

I explained the rules, but none of those in the hall listened to me.

Only Adelia carelessly looked at my glasses.

“Grab one by one and count how many drinks you've had. ”

“Shall I write it down?”

“There's nothing to do with it. You just have to count it. ”

At the end of my speech, a group of people who did not participate in the competition knew, and each group started counting their entries.

“Khh! That's good! ”

“Who's under the glass?! ”

Now, I left the hall with a group of people who started hitting each other's glasses on their own.

The soldiers of the Western Army who saw me looked down in amazement.

I instructed them to put more liquor right away.

* *

Western army commanders have been overwhelmed lately.

The nobles, who would bring great riches to the kingdom, left the fort on an absurd excuse. The commander wondered if there had been any neglect in serving the envoy, and he was proud to see the kingdom lose so much because of himself.

A fourth envoy came to the fort in the royal province long before the night was set, thinking about how to call back the envoy and talk smoothly.

However, the messenger was the eldest son of a royal family who was also called a troublemaker in the kingdom.

The notoriety of a prince was not the same as before. He also had an ear and heard about the ball that the prince had erected in the north.

But it was just a rumor about the bravery of the martyrs everywhere. I could not think of a corner to turn the mind of a demanding envoy.

“A guide to guide, and a hundred barrels of liquor. Jill doesn't care.”

The commander simply replied, "I understand.

I saw the thought of the prince.

I thought the dwarves had heard the rumors of the Azuregars.

There was no great expectation.

I have already brought some quality liquor to the Dwarf Envoy. But that alone could not lead the talks.

I thought that even a prince would fail.

You don't have to bring a rare mint, but what do you do with cheap liquor that soldiers can drink?

But first, I prepared the drink as I wanted.

However, the prince gave the liquor to the Dwarf envoy, and they used it to make their own tablets.

It was ridiculous.

The anonymity trembled, but it also remained unchanged, and the commander filled his tongue.

I had no idea what the king was going to do with sending such a mutiny as an envoy.

Perhaps the Kingdom has given up on re-establishing ties with the dwarves who were cut off.

“Whoo."

I was standing in a stall, and an article came running to me.

“Sir Commander! I think you should come out for a moment!”

I asked the urgent voice for a reason, and it got messed up.

Still, I was impatient because I thought it was a royal bloodline and headed to where the prince and his men were at one step.

Bang!

The commander rushes into the hall, surprised by the sound of a bang.

“Argh! Some guy! ”

“I don't want to be alone! ”

A man with a furious face was talking nonsense, and the men standing next to him were giggling and laughing.

“What are you talking about! That's twenty-nine cups! ”

“Oh, well. I'm counting. Twenty-second crab, twenty-third crab this time."

“He tricked me. ”

The men who raise their voices with their tongues twisted.

“Uh-huh. I miss you. John, why did you go first? John.”

“Don't hesitate. You son of a...”

I also saw the men crying to each other.

And on that side there was a prince.

“She and she dropped out. Don't give me more booze. ”

The first prince kicked his tongue and watched over the infestation of his men.

“First of all, Jordanian Karls Arwen, Guerwain. Oh, Adelia's still alive. ”

“I've been holding a glass like that ever since. ”

“Yeah? Well, he's alive anyway. ”

Admiring what the hell he was doing alone, the commander of the army coughed no more than a giggling prince.

“Sire, what are you doing? ”

“Just as I see it. ”

I would be ashamed, but the Prince's face was audacious.

"Didn't you say you were leaving to meet the envoy in the morning? ”

Prior to this critical mission, I asked him diligently what had been harmful.

But the prince did not blink.

“So I'm conducting a brief test before meeting with the envoy. ”

“What does that mean...”

“If dwarves are drinking, they're thrilled. ”

The commander sighed.

“Envoys from the royal family have already served them liquor several times. I've been offering smallpox for the past month, too, but their attitude hasn't changed. ”

At that word, the prince filled his tongue.

“I should have given you a month's worth, not a month's worth. ”

As if he didn't even know basic common sense, he was dumbfounded by looking at the one prince, and he added another word.

“And dwarves prefer friends who come with liquor over gifts. ”

“That's what you're talking about. ”

“You shouldn't just give it to me. We should drink together. Oh, and Carls over there. You opened your eyes.”

The identified knight is amazed and confused that he is not drunk.

“You turned the ring. Dropped.”

“Your Majesty, you didn't say that. ”

“Isn't that a basic state? ”

The knight, who shouted unfair, fell in love and bowed down.

The prince with his tongue turned his head again.

“Dwarves don't mix words long unless they're friends. And the quickest way to be friends with dwarves is to..."

A long stretch of the prince's finger pointed to a mess hall.

“Pour and drink together and die. ”

The commander looked at the one prince in a panic, and the one prince got up from the bed.

“Hey! Get him! No!”

Unlike so far, the urgent voice, the commander turned his head.

There was a woman staring at the table with her head down.

“God damn it! ”

I watched the prince rush to the woman over the table, and I heard a creepy voice in my ear.

“Why did you do that to me...”

It's like a blurry voice.

“Adelia! No! ”

At that moment, a red and green light flowed into the woman's eyes.

* *

While Adelia's unexpected turbulence ended in the middle of the drink, it was only a matter of time since she was already trying to figure out who was a good talent for working with dwarves.

The last survivors of the drink were Arwen, Jordanian, and Guerwain.

Among them, Arwen was the healthiest.

Surprisingly, she did not change her face color after eating that many drinks. If it wasn't just the vibrating smell of liquor, it was hard to believe that I didn't drink it.

Jordanians and giants were also somewhat intoxicated, but lasted until the end.

Carls, who turned his energy and drank his energy, was also fine, but he was excluded from the list.

Dwarves hated the people who use manas at the tavern.

Adelia was also excluded.

She inherited my predecessor's talent, but she didn't even get the liquor. She drank just one drink, and poured a horrible shot.

I never imagined there would be a milder injection of her without only a ferocious trait.

And the price of that ignorance was terrible.

Not even [poetry of deception] worked for her who was drunk and stirring up. And her turbulence in front of Swordmaster's eyes was a vast one that was not easily suppressed.

Thanks to her, the pickpockets of the hall were crushed, and bruises were left on the faces of the knights who were trying to dry her. I also had to do all kinds of hard work to dry her.

One man did not die so fortunately.

It was a specification to look at it again.

“If you get dizzy, don't touch your mouth. ”

“I'm sorry, Your Majesty. ”

Adelia bowed her head and apologized.

I had no intention of being wooden any more, so I just had to do it a few more times.

“The previous day's drinking was a necessity for a dwarf envoy. ”

After the drink was over, he told me what the previous day's drink meant and asked the doctors of those who had survived to the end.

Arwen and Jorden were, of course, positive. Surprisingly, it was Gurwain.

He volunteered to meet dwarves spontaneously, a man like an ogre, who only waited for the day of vengeance by grinding his sword.

I asked why, but I didn't answer.

It's not like we have to ask and answer comfortably.

After roughly counting, the wagon generation filled the barrel and left the fort.

“That's it. If you go around that hill, there's a Dwarf camp. ”

A soldier from the Western army who followed him to the station pointed to that distant hill.

“All right, everybody unpack here and set up camp. ”

Carls and his group left behind, and only Arwen, Jordanian, and Gurwayne, who were proven to be drunk, were separately summoned and burned on the wagon.

They drove their wagons around the hills.

And there was a camp of dwarves.

The earthy sphere surrounding the campfire, even though the dwarves would have noticed the arrival of our group, did not look back.

But in my eyes, it looked like a plank.

The contents of the keg in the wagon were scratching, and the faces of the housekeepers were listening.

“Pull over.”

The wagon stopped, leaving the camp in front of the dwarves.

“Wait.”

After jumping out of the wagon, I shoulder a keg of liquor. Then he went straight to the campfire and sat among the dwarves.

Furry.

The dwarves who were smoking elsewhere looked at me.

Then, looking at them, I took the cap of the barrel. The frozen liquor spreads through the dry air of the wasteland.

Gulp.

I looked at the dwarves ringing my throat and laughed.

"Let's empty a barrel."