I Became the First Prince

My arms and frowny face were intact, and the attitude awaiting me was intact.

But his eyes were different.

A little while ago, she just asked me to talk. But now her eyes were asking me to explain.

“The dwarf mysters were there that day because they were searching for a place to build a new furnace instead of a full-life furnace. ”

She still had nothing to say.

“If you had harmed them that day, or if you had blasphemed them, the dwarves who had lost their furnace and gone mad would have come to the north. ”

Individual Dwarves are certainly weaker than Elves. Unlike High Elves who live a thousand years, Dwarves' Mysters only live 300 years. The difference in time was soon the difference in power.

But that was just an individual difference everywhere.

The armies of dwarves who had finished preparing for war were often completely different.

The self-refining recruits and the dwarves armed with iron cannons were themselves iron and fire. Whatever was smashed was a hammer, a flame that could not be burned.

I couldn't have known what Sigrun meant.

But nevertheless, she was still cynical in my words.

“That's enough if you kill all the dwarves. ”

I shake my head at her words after a long time.

“Victory will be a victory, as long as the Iron Cannons of the Dwarves burn down the forests that you are waiting for. ”

Often people refer to elves as gardeners of the unspoilt forest. The obsessive obsession with the forests that they saw was what they wanted to say.

This was different from the facts. It was never because the elves loved recording that they stopped and protected the forest.

Nymphs go into the forest. Dwarves go underground.

This is because the land they were allowed was limited to forests.

Reducing forests is reducing the kingdom's territory, and burning forests means burning the kingdom.

And the Dwarves' army, even if defeated, had the power to burn down their kingdoms.

“I've already shown great kindness to the elves. ”

I stuck my furry ass on the couch. Then he dug deep on his backrest and watched Sigrun's face.

Her hardened face, at least the cynicism that remained, was the only dryness that didn't even feel alive.

Her essence began to be revealed little by little in the face of a doll made of sand.

Brutal madness roars beyond the silver eyes.

“Grace is something like a small amount, or mercy, that a strong man gives to the weak. ”

Knowing the subject, knowing her own position, she warned me.

My eyeballs tingle like a needle. The skin ran up as if supported by fire. I breathed and tightened.

She hasn't even revealed her true nature yet, but all she did was give a warning.

Pride was broken.

“If you're going to pretend you don't know it, do so. I will also no longer ask for a price. ”

So I said more loudly.

“But don't expect anything from me anymore. You're the one who abandoned your faith first, not me. ”

The sound of Sigrun's breath that sounded faint at that moment was completely and utterly sound. She squeaks like a broken doll and looks at me.

I knew the moment I encountered that gaze.

That I just crossed a line not to cross.

It is a true reversal of a powerful being that is incomparable with a Warlord.

Maybe I can stamp one finger and kill it, but I'll die without even getting a dagger.

I didn't flirt with one eyebrow.

An Elder High Elf who has already been planted. Even if I humbled her and relieved her of her moods, I was forced to put a rope around her neck.

Even if the neckline was filled like a dog, it was not my way to enlighten life. Of course, this did not mean that I wanted to be killed.

“Come out.”

I whispered straight to her as if I were going to have a seizure right away.

In spite of what I said, Sigrun did not react.

“White Night Maestro. ”

But she also stiffened and flattered the moment I put the white night in her mouth.

Lightning!

At that moment, under the shadow of the darkest shadow of the whole plot of complaint, a red eye appeared.

I didn't have to.

Living as a magician in the White Yard, he was honored by all his men, but now he is High Rich, Ophelia, who has become a terrible bonehead.

High-rich, who shows himself completely in the shadows, suddenly snaps his jaw rather than staring at Elder High Elves.

At first glance, I looked like I was laughing. The emotions in it were far from welcome, but they were extremely intimidating.

Sigrun's shoulders shrugged.

I warn you in advance

But Ophelia said before that rot led to the sword of the Magistrate.

If that little gesture is a vulgar dance act.

The walls, ceilings, and geometric patterns all over reveal themselves.

It was a geometric shape that overlapped five to seven circles, a language that shaped the truth and mystery of the world, a magic scroll that only those who had reached the horizon of the Magician could create.

Before the beginning of the first finger, you will experience the night of pure white.

Sigrun's body remained firm. Conflict arose in the silver eyes.

I saw her conflict in plain sight.

She came to me as a mere bush, as a warning. Although I lost my mind for a moment due to my provocation, I had nothing to gain from her harm.

In such a situation, even the magician of Baek Ya unexpectedly appeared.

Until now, it was just to no avail, but from now on, it was obvious damage.

There are magicians everywhere, but only the magicians know the exact number and the magic in them.

It meant that dominating this place was a madosa.

Of course, Elder High Elves had the ability to cut their throats before the Magician triggered the enchantment, but that was the only way to get to the living Magician.

Baek Ya's Madorsa was High Rich.

The slitting of the throat did not prevent the spell from triggering.

Sigrun's gaze turned to beneath his feet. Immediately beneath her feet was a complex intertwined and overlapping enchantment shining.

Chuck.

She swallows the knife sack she was holding.

“I've never heard of you coming down the sub mountain range. ”

I can't see any more madness and anger in her face a little while ago, as if it were embarrassing.

“If I'd known, I'd have come to say hello. ”

Sigrun, who came back as usual, stared at me.

“Sire, it is an unbearable insult to leave your fiancée and drag another woman to the bedside. ”

It was a euphemism for pulling Baek Ya's sorcerer into the shield.

"You're the one who broke faith first."

My answer to him was the same.

In the first place, it was Sigrun who visited for a bad purpose, and it was she who was dishonest because of the pride of the superior ancestors who had maintained their relationship on the surface. And it was she who tried to coerce him with force.

“Is there a common law that fights between lovers, that every time you say goodbye, there are lovers who live in the world? ”

I snorted even in a soothing voice.

“Very well. Let's acknowledge my tenacity and pay for your kindness. ”

In the end, she said as if she had heard both hands.

“I will attribute the nineteen swordsmen to you in full. ”

She seemed to be doing a great job of listening, but as a matter of fact, it was an offer she could not do much harm.

In the first place, what she had given me were eyes and ears, but the intention could not be fulfilled any longer until the Magician of Hundred Years was by my side.

Moreover, the other day, Ophelia referred to the swordfish as "mixed blood fairies," rather than pure blood. The Swordsmen of the Bleed were never of the same race as the Elves who dreaded the bloodline so horribly.

In other words, Sigrun did not hand over the Swordsmen to me, but abandoned them.

“Thank you. ”

But I didn't mean for Sigrun to treat the Swordsmen as garbage.

Swordsmen who were capable of hiding and assaulting, and who were less than capable of divine force, were certainly useful talents, even though they could not be fully trusted.

If only I could organize my relationship with the clumsy ex-owner, I'd want to be first on my side.

In a few words, Sigrun made a covenant and gave up all his rights to the Swordsmen.

In case Ophelia forced her covenant, the Swordsmen could escape the influence of Elder High Elves.

“Are you satisfied now? ”

In Sigrun's words, I shook my head decisively.

And he said, "It takes more effort to restore broken trust.

Sigrun frowned and asked if there was anything else I wished for.

“Unlike dwarves, we don't stack things worth a fortune. ”

I smiled at her asking if there was anything to be expected.

The best in collection and metallurgy were dwarves, and the best in magic and gathering were elves.

And what I hope for is the essence they gather, and the blessing of the forest itself.

“Elixir. ”

It was Elixir of Nymphs.

Sigrun frowns at my words.

“Do you know what an elixir is? ”

“Not as much as everyone else knows. ”

“As the humans say, Elixir is not just an elixir of immortal efficacy, and if you take it wrong, you lose a lot more than you get. ”

Sigrun added a word.

“Especially a promising knight like His Majesty, it's even bigger to lose. ”

I didn't want to give you an excuse. She really thought the elixir wouldn't help me. It seemed like a distant supper to be left behind and aged.

“Is that why you're giving it to me? Are you going to stop?”

When I dashed, she hesitated for a while, flipping and turning.

“I hope it's not a greed without front and back. ”

Just before disappearing out the window, she added, as she had just remembered.

“Keep an eye out beyond the mountains. ”

Then it disappears out of the window, and a small whisper is heard in the wind.

The owner of the mountain is in the wrong place, so it's a mess.

I looked back without even knowing.

High Rich, who dominated a part of Mount Surrey, looked at me with a dark eye.

* *

I have raided the rangers to find out the situation beyond the mountains.

“How long has it been since the war ended? ”

I blamed myself.

Sigrun's last words were like a ferocious rebuke.

It was also a warning to my heart that was piled up in the smooth running of everyday life.

I put a sword in my heart.

Then I could only perceive.

One day, he approached the front of the nose of the Winter Castle.

But I wasn't as nervous as I was before.

Winter Castle was always ready to fight against the enemy. More than five hundred unidentified article cadets were training themselves day and night, and a new Ranger Corps of 1 Corps was diligently going back and forth through the mountains to familiarize themselves with the real-world senses.

Moreover, the army of northern lords who would gather here at any time with orders reached the three armies of water.

I waited for the Rangers to return.

But the rangers who waited did not come. An owl came and pecked out the window of the chimney.

The sharp claws are filled with mysterious coloured liquid, gripping the challenging medicinal bottle.

Elixir sent by Sigrun, Elixir.

I opened the lid of the medicine bottle without hesitation.

Aggravation.

Immediately, I enjoyed the peaceful scent coming through the tip of my nose.

The blessing of the abundant forest itself.

What I need most now.

That was Mana's integer.

I drank Elixir.