I Became the First Prince

Siorin felt the eyes of the envoy widen these days.

Everywhere I went, there was a constant gaze and a eavesdropping ear. Even when I walked out of the city in the wilderness, I could feel the people following me.

This was all a change since the beginning of this strange march decided by the First Prince.

Wherever he went, he made the Knights of the Kingdom fight the Knights of the Empire.

Sometimes he fought the sword on a one-on-one basis, sometimes in groups to mask the superiority of power.

It was more than 200 battles, either alone or in groups of battles.

And the Knights of the Kingdom surprisingly did not record a single defeat. It was entirely unbelievable.

They were all thanks to the remarkable foresight of the prince.

It was all up to the prince to decide who dealt with whom, who stepped up a few times, and when to step down. According to the sabre he had designated, there was never anything to lose.

Siorin was astonished that was not the case. Sometimes I imagined that the young prince was capable of checking the gospel of knights.

To that extent, the sight and foresight of the one prince was sharp.

And that visioning surprisingly worked for the paladins of the Marquis of Saint John.

As if there were no new defeats of the Montpellier family, the Marquis of Saint Gibson proposed a battle with the chief paladins.

Recently, the intention was to defeat the spirit of the uplifted envoy.

Siorin thought the prince would refuse the battle.

But it wasn't.

The prince took Marquis Saint's offer so comfortably.

It just slowed down the time of battle to a deep night.

The climate of the central part of the Empire was so hot that after the sun went down and the earth cooled down, Marquis of Saint John refused to speak.

And by nightfall, the prince had set out three knights.

Among the prince's knights were two unidentified women who kept their cloaks pressed and kept their mouths open and were classified as the heaviest in the envoy.

I don't even know where I come from. Only the names Guerwain, Trindal, and Campra were on the list submitted by the prince that Siorin knew about them.

The prince made the three heavy knights fight the paladins.

The format was a group war in which three and two competed.

The Paladins did not mind, although there was one more number of Knights of the Kingdom.

On the contrary, two Paladins against three common knights were not worthy of Sari, so one Paladin said he would step aside.

The prince said not to say anything later. The paladins, of course, did not even listen.

The battle has begun and terrible chatter has begun.

Are you Palladin? Let's see where you deserve that name. Is this the ring? My inside.It feels so good to be drunk without drinking. It's been a long time since I've fought the Knights of the Empire. I like the old idea.

They shake their swords and make fun of their mouths without rest, and even the energy on Paladin's sword shakes them, vomiting blood and constantly buzzing.

If the Paladins of the Empire were defeated, it would not be a sword, but a hangout and surrender.

But apart from that chatty, the blacks of the three knights were never green.

Even Siorin, who was just a nobleman's handkerchief, was able to recognize the fact that the knights had professionally polished their passwords.

The knights were so agitated, and the movement was organic.

But that was all.

The dominating side of the battle was certainly the Paladin side of the Empire.

The power of destruction, which was granted only to the benefactor, Paladin, was an overwhelming one that the three knights could not go beyond.

The fumes of the knights woke up with vomited blood, and the complexion flickered like a corpse.

But despite that, the three knights laughed at the Paladins of the Empire.

The knights of the Empire have rather regressed.

I have a brother and a wife, but there is no righteousness in them.

You are nothing but a swordsman, not a paladin.

As if it were unfortunate, or pathetic, the knights withdrew for a moment and whispered,

The King is on his way.

It was like a spin song, and it was just a meaningless whisper.

No one dares bow down and worship.

When one whispered, the one who remained received the word, and the other received the word.

The worship of the king is the source of my life.

Immediately after that, a dazzling flash erupted.

As a Siorin, I didn't even know how the battle ended.

When he regained consciousness, the battle was over, and the bloody Paladin was on his knees.

Neither was the status of the three articles intact. They looked like they were going down right away, and they were actually swinging.

At that time, the prince quickly stepped up and announced the end of the battle and declared victory for the Knights of the Kingdom.

Palladin, who noticed the situation late, got up and grabbed the sword again, but it was too late.

In the end, Paladin returned to his place rather than staring at the three articles lying on the floor with a furious face.

Wires that were watching the situation were so nervous that they blew up late. At that time, Siorindo had forgotten the essence and cheered with the wiremen.

My chest seemed to burst.

Siorin, who did not shine his face on the royal palace because he did not want to see the nobles of the powerless kingdoms tailed to the empire, and the knights of the kingdoms tearing down the paladins of the empire and shouting victorious roars in front of him.

But there was no joy of victory, no small reward for the history of humiliation, and no joy for long.

When the prince put Arwen out in a fight with the remaining Paladins, Siorin felt like his heart was pounding and falling.

The rest of Paladin was poisoned to make up for the defeat, and if necessary, he did not hide his will to defeat the Knights of the Kingdom.

I can't believe you put such a precious Arwen in front of Paladin. No matter how skilled he was in the battle. That was totally unacceptable.

But the first prince was a floating point.

Not for victory, for the last step you didn't take.

Arwen was also sympathetic to the prince's words.

Fear filled her face with jealousy, and Siorin was unable to dry her.

And the battle began.

Arwen fought surprisingly against the Paladins of the Empire. But to her who did not cross the wall, the paladin beyond the wall was like a dysfunctional castle.

All her attacks were so easily crushed in front of the AuroraBlade. Her weather and pitch dispersed unmistakably in front of Paladin's overflowing manna.

The struggle has been going on for a long time.

While rolling the floor several times, Arwen's outfit became muddy, and her hair tied up became sporadic and hardened with blood and sweat.

Everyone knew. I know that Paladin is deliberately dragging time.

To erase the consequences of the previous struggle in people's minds, humiliate them, and seal once again the gap between the empire and the kingdom.

Siorin asked to stop the battle, but the prince did not accept it.

I just told him to wait.

I didn't know what to wait for. I didn't want to know.

I didn't want to see my daughter running and falling again.

He just stepped in with the authority of the soloist to request the cessation of the struggle, and the prince restrained him.

I saw my daughter in the hands of the prince.

My daughter raises her sword. Then he grabs the tangled hair with blood and sweat and cuts it open.

The fine hair is cut off from under the neck in bulk.

Then a tangled hair reveals Arwen's invisible face.

She was smiling.

It was a very resourceful smile, and it was also the satisfying expression of the person who finally held what he wanted.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

Arwen's sword cried.

And at that moment, a dazzling flash blossomed from the tip of her sword.

A more vivid and destructive light, fundamentally different from the Sodior.

It was an orrablade.

It was the moment when another giver was born in the kingdom.

She casts out her sword as it is. Unlike his predecessor, Paladin dared not heed the attack and was seriously beaten.

Dozens of unseen screenings came and went.

Then suddenly Palladin declared defeat.

It was then that Arwen became an all-new spear, and even when she rolled over the floor, the face of the one prince who was pregnant was wrinkled.

A scum that has no minimum respect for those who walk in the path of the sword.

The prince swears.

Siorin didn't know what that meant. It was only the extreme loss and sadness that arose from Sun Arwen's face.

Later, he learned that she was in the process of rapid enlightenment, and that the process was forced to stop as Paladin declared defeat.

Rather than breaking the envoy's heart with it, the prince said, "It is a shabby heart that will not nourish the knights of other nations."

The prince has been cursing Paladin for days.

Where I learned it, how to shake the barrel of the market, and how to stretch it without a break.

"If you die soon, you won't see what works. Cousin buys the land, he's the one who threatens to catch the ship. ”

Seeing such a prince, Arwen was smiling.

There was no sense of loss or regret that day. Now that she has stepped on her feet, she says, "Just walk slowly and steadily."

Seeing that, Siorin clumps up somehow.

My daughter, who left the family to become a knight, became a benefactor and was facing away. I was filled with greatness and pride, but on the other hand I felt an unknown chill and loss.

Especially when I saw the face of my daughter who was staring at the prince with her dark eyes, Boeu pushed her.

“Don't you lose your head? ”

A prince who sweeps his daughter's hair like a black dagger and brawls.

“I just left it there, but I wasn't really attached. Now that I've come to think of it, I might as well cut my hair short as a knight. ”

I also did not deserve to see my daughter take such a prince's hand.

He put up with those ugly feelings.

He was an envoy, not a father.

But it wasn't easy.

Prince Yoh has been giving relatives to Arwen lately. Especially when he was holding on to this boiling insides.

It's a masterpiece of intent. It's the act of asking you to look on purpose. I must be enjoying watching him boil.

I knew it all. But I couldn't stand it.

If it weren't for the imperial messenger who came all of a sudden, he would have exploded.

“Stop!”

The knights of the Empire appear on the Junma with their golden armor on.

“Disarm everyone and prepare to meet the noble. ”

Then he ordered that the great sword be loosened and stored in the wagon.

“If you are a noble man...”

“His Royal Highness is on his way. ”

At that time, Siorin turns his head to find the prince.

Until then, a prince who was messing with Arwen's head looked back at him.

“Ask me how long. ”

Siorin, who nodded, asked the Knight of the Empire.

“Can you tell which prince was on his way? ”

His question frowned upon the Knights of the Empire.

It was as if the nobility of the weak country dared to ask what the prince or princess would do.

* *

Immediately after I entered the Empire, I always wondered which one would come to me first.

Either it's the third, or it's the fifth, with the qualities of the Holy Army.

And now there are near-misses dressed in golden armor from afar.

“His Majesty the Third Prince of the Imperial Court of Burgundy is on his way! The envoy of Leonberg should be courteous to the royal family of the Empire! ”

It was not the Holy Army that came to me first, but the violent and filthy nature of destruction.

I looked beyond the tent of the man created by the Musketeers.

My neck is so stiff that I don't want to break it, my shoulders are so stiff,

Other than me, it's just an arrogant, cheap look on one face or another.

It's like the first time I saw a wreck in a Remembrance,

The prince of the empire was there.

If there was a difference, a fat, stubborn wreck would be nothing but a filthy, incompetent wreck.

Only the fact that the prince in front of his eyes was a disaster of all sorts was different.

Come on. I've been waiting.

I smiled with satisfaction as I saw the plague of the Empire come upon me.