I Became the First Prince

A long time ago, before the kingdom of lions stood on this earth, I handed over my superior Mana Heart and her mate's swordsmanship to the men and women who were deprived of their dignity and qualities.

Over time they became swords guarding the king, and when the king went out to kill the Guanglongs, all the people were together.

Many knights and soldiers died in a more vicious and violent battle than any war the kingdom had waged. Among other things, the Royal Nights suffered the most severe damage, which in a way was natural.

The king they served was always at the forefront of the battle.

The number of royal knights who fought to protect the king in Mount Surrey was forty. Nine halves of a hundred royal knights were killed.

The ten surviving royal knights later became the mother and body of the current court knights, and the forty royal knights who died in Surrey were named Paladin.

The Death Nights before my eyes were the Paladins.

Even though I didn't have a lifetime of Young-jun, not even a blue-frozen corpse was mine.

I could recognize them.

When no one recognized those talents and qualities, I was the only one who recognized them.

Knight of the Mine Dragon. Tell me where the king is.

But the Death Nights didn't recognize me.

It was natural.

At that time I was only a sword, and they knew that both the sword and Manahart had been attributed to their king.

No, even if I knew, they wouldn't recognize me.

The time of the dead is not flowing.

If you answer me gently, I will step back.

They were repeating certain time zones 400 years ago.

That is the only way to keep your citadel intact.

Maybe I'm one of those mercenaries following a mineral dragon, not a human being, or something like that.

I couldn't answer anything.

I didn't know what to say to that empty question.

But the answer was set from the beginning.

“Knights of the king. ”

Say, Knight of the Mine Dragon.

Looking at the mortal-specific enemy, I said.

“The war is over. ”

The story that happened after they died, which they did not know, told the truth.

The expedition won, and the mineral dragon died.

Has the King finally done it!

Death Knight cheered.

For me, it was a cheer that sounded so empty and futile.

Wait. Ecchion.

Then another Death Knight stepped forward.

How do you believe that? What if it's the author doing the trick? What if the king is waiting for us?

Eus is right. It's just a day away from the king. In the meantime, it doesn't make sense that the war is over.

Missed names poured out of their mouths.

The moment I heard the name, I realized why I could quickly recognize them.

How can I not recognize the soul of my dear brother, who was raised as a knight first among the Royal Knights?

“Exalted Ecchion, cheerful Eus. And careful Edar...”

You know us.

Look. Something suspicious.

In a word, Edar and Eus looked down.

After seeing the king in person, everything will be clear, Knight of Minerals. Tell me where the king is.

Ecchion draws his sword and approaches me.

I told them the truth I couldn't tell them.

400 years have passed since the end of the war, and you didn't break up with the king, you didn't follow him.

That sounds ridiculous. Ecchion. How long are you going to be listening to that crap?

What a vain man.

We need to catch up with the king. Even at this moment, the King...

When I heard the conversation of the three brothers, I remembered their last appearance.

Eus, who had been poisoned by a commander,

Edar with two legs amputated while fighting Death Knight,

Cursed Ecchion whose body was slowly frozen.

Go first. I'll be right behind you.

Their last words came to mind so vividly.

Is that so?

I didn't just say that.

Until the moment of his death, he only wanted to follow the king.

Walking with a rotten body, crawling on the ground with two arms instead of two legs, and hitting your feet with a frozen body.

Something hot came up in the air.

Loyal knights who chase after the king even if they die miserably.

“You were poisoned by the commander's poison, you were cursed by Death Knight, and you became a body that did not follow the king."

I hiccupped and told them the last thing I saw.

We're dead?

Are we really dead?

At the end, they realized their own death.

What do we do?

The name of the deceased.

Do you mean.

Their tone suddenly changed without any disguise. The sound of the human voice was also transformed into a violent breeze in the dark valley of the night.

Swing.

An energy began to flow from their eyes that were just red.

Shuaaaaaaaah.

The Ecchion Three brothers, No Death Knights, drew their swords with a terrible scream. A cluster of Seekerman Blacks pours out and clings to their swords.

Swordsmen surround me.

“Back off.”

Death Night Forty. The herd by itself.

Gunne urgently touched me.

I looked back at the winter castle for a while.

The rangers were there, tearing out their faces like demons and sticking spears into the bodies of their old comrades.

There were knights who looked at the corpse of an old colleague who rolled under the wall with his limbs cut off by his sword.

“This is my fight. ”

This was the holy funeral of the old comrades who had been put off, and no one could help.

As the soldiers of Winter Castle do, I will also remember them with the sword.

Gunne looked at me.

The face of an unknown half-elf, I said ferociously.

“Go on. ”

Please be careful.

Short-handed, the Swordsmen disappeared along her.

A dark energy surrounds me as they fade away.

Denial, ominous, and cold. But what was in it was so lame.

I grabbed the sword and stood in front of my chest. and bowed his head to the king's knights.

“I salute the Knights of the King. ”

I put a flame on the end of the sword. I memorized poetry in my heart.

Fight for the King, tribute to the King, tribute to the Knights of the Ninety.

The foot moves toward the middle of the unclean and ominous energy.

I drew a long sword.

Dozens of black blades run in front of the glorious AuroraBlade.

Bang!

A terrible shock, an ominous and unclean energy dug into my body.

I cheated by spinning Mana hard.

And I drew the sword again.

The black blade flew.

Avoided, prevented, and cut.

The scattered pieces of darkness scattered.

The remaining black ashes are scattered all over the flames.

In the ashes of the flames that I put up, the darkness that I carved, I fought like crazy.

How distraught he was fighting.

Suddenly I wanted the world to be white.

It was too glorious to be called the dawn of the Earth, and too sudden to be called the morning.

Swing.

The Death Knights retreated with groaning.

I looked at the side of the winter castle with a deep breath.

There was a woman with a white robe on her highest spire, a fortress that had ceased to fight.

It was Baek Ya's Maestro, Ophelia.

“I didn't mean to laugh this time. ”

She said she would not participate in this battle.

For her essence is darkness like the dead, and the word of darkness that was extinguished by the greater darkness is complete extinction that cannot be redeemed or saved forever.

The weeping of the dead, the shouting of the living

The answer of Ophelia, who grabbed my voice, dug into my head.

It wasn't a good sound to hear, so hurry up and give them salvation.

When I saw the Knights and Knight Cadets who ran out of the gates defeating the undead, I grabbed the sword.

Where is this place?

Why are we...

The thoughts of the chaotic Death Nights poured out countless times.

Who are you! Where is the king?

Like when I first met them, they questioned my identity and asked me where the king was. I forgot what happened a little while ago.

But not everything was the same as before.

What are you talking about? Ecchion. The king is before your eyes.

What are you talking about? Edar, where is the king?

I can't feel the king's energy!

The Ecchion Three began to squabble as they looked at me.

What I feel from him is definitely the energy of the king.

But it's different.

It's not entirely different.

It's not the same thing.

Other Death Nights also vomited a confused notion.

Are you our king?

Ecchion looked at me and asked me, while my mind was troubled.

“I am not your king. ”

Death Nights roar in my words.

Everybody be quiet.

Ecchion raised his hand and calmed the other Death Nights.

But this energy felt by you is surely the king's.

Then he asked me.

“I had to. It's the same Mana Heart. ”

The king they served, and I all had the will of a true dragon in my heart.

Who are you holding the King's?

I laughed.

It was so sophisticated.

Ecchion's question was the same as the one I was advising myself about while I was wasting my master's wall.

It would probably have been a mess if it had been me a while ago.

At that time, I couldn't be a sword, I couldn't be a human being.

"I am."

But not now.

“Idrian Leonberger. ”

Now I am a wonderful grouchon who has existed for hundreds of years.

“Your king is the prince of the kingdom. ”

He was also a human Idrian Leonberger.

How rude of fate.

For the first time in my life, Idrian Leonberger is not even a buyer of Death Nights.

What does that mean...

Seeing the ninety Death Nights staring at me with a dark face, I said to myself,

“The war is over, and the mineral dragons are slaughtered. Knights of the king.”

They didn't believe me this time either.

I pulled the sword.

And I recited a verse poem.

The holy triumph that their king has achieved,

A song about that glorious achievement.

“I cut the dragon's scales, and drink its hot blood, which no mortal can cut off. ”

[Poetry of Zangryong].

Reaching the master, he screams like a bowl that has become so hard that it is incomparable.

The manna in that huge bowl was instantly emptied.

Karrrrrrrrrr.

At that moment, the Earth cried out a strange sound.

It was the roar of a vast beast that tore the dragon's throat.

It was the resonance of my soul and sword that reached the master.

Although it was still not enough to sing [myth],

It will be enough to prove the feat of slaughtering the dragon.

Aaaaaaah.

The Death Knights groaned for a long time.

Their thoughts rose up like a sunrise and overwhelmed me.

The cheerfulness of the dominant echion, the hopelessness of the cheerful eus, the prudent permission of Edar.

The unspeakable emotions of the Ninety Dead Knights vomit through my soul.

I endured the same thoughts as the storm. They waited for their joy, their void, and their despair.

Aaaah...

The violent ideas and ideas fade a little. Then there is only one emotion left.

You have finally succeeded.

Relief. All I had left was relief.

The three brothers of Echion looked at me and asked,

Then are we dead?

“It was an honorable death. ”

So did the King.

“All of the ninety royal knights who were killed in Mount Surrey were named Paladins. ”

I asked him if he lacked answers, and he burst into laughter.

Paladin was enough for a rural villager.

It was a decent life.

If I had Han, I wouldn't have grabbed her wrist once and died.

Other Death Nights burst into laughter after Edar's discreet jokes.

As I ate the first food I ever felt in my life, I just laughed at them.

O descendant of the king. Won't you tell us a little more?

I wonder how the kingdom has changed.

What happened to the Empire?

On the question of the Death Nights, I looked around for a moment.

It was coming from a long way.

The Death Nights also know the terror of dawn from afar, but they hesitate to sit on the floor of a sheep that knows nothing and strangle me.

I answered their questions with all my heart.

The Death Nights listened quietly to my story. And at the end of the story of the Fallen Kingdom, we looked back at each other.

The idea of the dead, unknown to me, came and went.

I'm staring at them quietly, and the knights of Winter Castle are running at me.

“Sire! Sire! ”

“Your Majesty!"

Those who rushed to me in haste were Arwen, Adelia, and the court knights.

“What are these again? ”

It was Eli who drew the sword and roared at the Death Nights.

The battle that had been behind them all night saw Gurwayne and the Knight Cadets become a mess.

“I am not an enemy. Gather the sword.”

In my words, Eli fills her tongue with Death Nights.

“You've been joking with corpses all night. ”

“Watch your horses! Eli Confucius!”

“No. Someone's fighting for something. ”

Arwen looks back at Eli whining.

“That mouth. ”

In short, Eli shuts his mouth.

“Tsk."

I'm looking at that pathetic look, and the Death Nights, who had just given and received the idea, looked at me and said,

We will not leave.

“What?”

We still have work to do.

After that you will be able to go to rest.

In their sudden words, Eli and other knights drew their swords in a moment.

“Look! I knew I would do this! ”

I ignored Eli and asked the Death Knights.

“The war won, and your mission is over. ”

I don't know what else to do.

The war is not over yet.

At that, I frowned.

I wanted to hold them and ask what they were saying if I could. But I couldn't.

The morning was coming. The time allowed for the dead has not yet remained.

See you later. O descendant of the king.

With that said, the Death Nights fell in love and snapped their heads.

The ghosts that escaped from the corpse passed through me as they were.

I turned my head.

Where the ghosts were headed, there were guyways and knight cadets.

There were men with the same heart and sword as the Death Nights who had been cooked before their lives.

"Hmm?"

Gurwain raises his head.

They couldn't see the ghosts without a corpse, even if they didn't reach the extraordinary.

But I saw.

I watched the ghosts dig into their bodies, including the Ecchion Three brothers.

When the time comes, we will meet again.

An unconventional promise from Ecchion dug into my head.

See you again! Prince!

In the cheerful words of Eus, I was completely frozen.