I Became the First Prince

I noticed a lot of curiosity, but I cared what I thought of my condition.

Only the court knight commander confirmed a few facts necessary for the royal palace boundary with the King's permission.

I was exhausted, but gave a brief answer.

The presence of Elder High Elves, the misfortune between her and me, and a three-year grace period.

People rarely believed that the temper of an elf like an angel was so harsh.

Known elf trainers must have fainted.

But that didn't mean people didn't believe me.

In the meantime, it was a virtue of building enough trust.

Until I first woke up, it was the development of the nobility compared to what I didn't believe.

“I can't believe such a horrible creature has traveled through the kingdom. ”

"I didn't know the elves were so dangerous in my dreams. ”

They were astonished at the power of Elder High Elves and were at the same time overwhelmed. In particular, the court knight commander in charge of the royal boundary was extremely reluctant about the existence of Sigrun.

He noticed that he was worried that she might come into the royal palace.

I told the commander that she would not find the kingdom for a while.

He asked why.

“I got what I wanted. ”

My commander frowned at me.

I don't know what it is, but if that horrible creature got what he wanted, he asked me if it wasn't a big deal.

I was right.

If she really got what she wanted.

But I wasn't foolish enough to give her what she wanted.

There were many amusements in the world, but not all the songs were just as elaborate and beneficial.

Rarely, there were nasty, harmful, and ominous songs in the dog.

Desire, greed, loss and emptiness.

Filthy songs that call for destruction.

A few people who knew about its existence were wary of calling these songs [disaster poems].

It was one of those unclean songs I gave to Elder High Elves.

A greedy fairy who can't use a quadriceps has been fascinated by the wild, old-fashioned horse that I've never heard before.

I didn't even know it was a horrible poison.

It was natural.

[Catastrophe poetry] was not a song of victory, but few people knew its existence in the past. And now, after all these years, there are no survivors who remember the existence of [calamity].

They were all eaten to death by the hour.

With the exception of one unclean sword, which became the old mantle of several [plagues].

“What a nasty thing. I filled my stomach, and that's bad food. ”

I said it was unfortunate.

But none of these people around here really feel sorry for me.

I feel like I have a temperamental head that I like to feed.

“I can hear it all. ”

The knights coughed in vain and smoked another cigarette.

As the court knight leader reminded me, I left my mouth open.

“Then who the hell left that huge trail? ”

I did not answer.

“Standing, no way...”

Silence is positive, and I was terrified in the eyes of the court knight commander who looked at me with his mouth open.

“That's it.”

I pledged the following, appealing to him for fatigue to ask me again.

I really wasn't feeling well.

In order to poison the fairy, I had to stay poisoned, so the unclean salt that was not resolved at this moment was encroaching on my body. To not be like the old beings who were eaten by poetry and finally reached destruction, for the time being, we had to put a stop to Mansa and devote ourselves to recovery.

I closed my eyes.

Everyone was asked to leave.

“If you have any water, I suggest you avoid your seats until it's too late to ask after you've recovered. ”

The Queen listened to me.

The door was opened and closed, and even the footsteps were no longer heard.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Adelia sitting by the bed.

I haven't seen him in days, but I've had a lot of face injuries.

She and I were able to predict the anxiety she would have felt in the bonded relationship between [dominance] and [decency].

Bona Marna would have been so nosy that I wouldn't come back. Maybe that nasty characteristic triggered it.

Adelia twitches her hand, and she grabs my hand as she sweeps.

She hardened as she saw me late.

"Hick."

After giving out a strange groan, she was restless and avoided the gaze. But I didn't let go of my hand.

Endlessly unconscious, and sober again, she was by my side.

I was relieved that I didn't know why, so I could go back to sleep.

* *

I was knocked out for two days.

When I woke up, I immediately asked the fisherman about the progress of Sword Hee.

I had already heard that she was in recovery after handing over the dangerous gossip she brought with me.

Still, I felt relieved to see my face.

On a massive scale, people expressed their opposition. I trembled at the court, asking where I was going with a body I couldn't walk well on my own.

But I was not stubborn, and the knights with both hands and feet decided to move the sword to my next room.

It happened on the bed, according to the article's report that the job was done. I received Adelia's support and headed straight to the next room.

On the bed, there was a woman lying dead.

Half of my face and body were wrapped in bandages, and I sighed as I looked at the poor half-elf, who was covered with scars I didn't even know when he was going to die.

I can still hear her crying like a wounded animal.

[Argh, argh!]

The scream of Sword Hee's death was spreading vividly in his head.

* *

“Argh, argh! ”

The Sword Hees suddenly appeared, howling like beasts and rushing to Sigrun.

I was embarrassed by the sudden turbulence of the Sword Hee. Sigrun was like me.

What was different was that her anger was darkened at the base of her embarrassment.

“How dare you.”

She fixes the sword after spitting a thin word.

It wasn't even a gummi.

She just drew the sword from top to bottom, again from left to right.

Confirmed.

That alone tore the flesh of the Sword Hee.

But the Swordsmen continued to run to Sigrun.

I looked at him with a dull look.

I couldn't turn my head because I dragged the power of poetry too much in a row.

I certainly ordered the swordfish to stand by nearby.

The Swordsmen have never disobeyed my orders before.

Why are the swordfish dying in front of me like that?

I couldn't understand.

“Stop!"

When I saw Sword of Sigrun with his right arm cut off, I held Sword of Sigrun and shouted.

However, Sword Hee finally swung his sword and was slaughtered by Sigrun.

I fixed the sword with both my hands.

“Stop!"

I shouted again, but the Swordsmen didn't listen to me.

“Why the hell? ”

Trying to step out, Gunne stood in front of me.

Ugh.

She smiles softly and wipes the blood on my mouth.

[Run.]

After seeing her hand, I realized why the Swordsmen were running recklessly toward Sigrun.

Something hot was pouring in the air.

I couldn't stand it without spitting it out.

So I yelled.

Idiots, I'll take care of that. So back off.

Gunne shakes his head.

[She, already, decides.]

Her hand got faster.

[Death, nothing more than that.]

She said Sigrun would never let me go easily.

I knew it.

So I prepared in my own way.

Greedy Elder High Elves have prepared enough gifts to be satisfied. I also had the strength to protect myself from the poison in it.

I'm sure he did.

Gunne said it's not enough.

She grabbed my cheek while barbeeping.

“Grür is a Hungarian wool girth with daazin. ”

Then he said to me with a broken pronunciation as soon as his tongue was cut off.

She thought of keeping you by her side for the rest of her life.

I think I said something like that.

Even at that moment, the screams of the sword were continuing.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Swordsmen who howl like animals before their eyes and die.

“What the hell! ”

I asked him about his indefatigable death.

[Revenge.]

Then Gunne told me.

This is to protect you, and at the same time, their revenge.

As soon as I heard that, I became brutish.

Until now, I didn't know what the swordhoers were thinking. And I wasn't interested.

They're all in me. They're just rubbish hidden in the dark.

My prejudices against evil elves,

The fact that half of the blood in their bodies is elf,

Made me so blind.

The poor, abandoned man whose tongue is cut off from his master,

I just struggled and exploited like their master.

It was like me in the past.

It took away all the glory, left no name, and had to remain merely a sword.

“Argh!”

One of the swordsmen cut his waist long. I didn't even know his name.

After grabbing the wound with her poor hand, she rushes to Sigrun with a howl.

“Quickly!”

Disrupted pronunciation, desperate screams rose from all sides.

Gunne hugged me.

If so, use poetry consecutively and inhale the poison [disaster poetry].

When it takes some time for the flow of broken Mana to resume,

I was dragged to her with a whirlwind.

I felt a deadline.

It was a sight I saw somewhere.

And I soon found out.

Winter castle. Warlord. Outsiders. And knights.

I couldn't help but remember the day when I had to leave my outsider on my limbs and run away.

But today was not the same as that day.

Elder High Elves were not Warlords, and several times more greedy than that. Sigrune came out and began to approach Gunne with a loud voice. The Sword Hee, who stood in the way of it, died.

Now there are only three swords left, including Gunne.

The two of them rush to Sigrun, dancing their swords.

Pac.

The Sword of Sigrun shines before the bitter humming of the swords.

Tuck.

The swords' arms were cut off.

Tuck.

The Sword Hees, whose legs were cut off, sat still.

(chuckles)

The Sword of Sigrun pierces the heart of the Sword Hee.

“Ah..."

Gunnega sped up.

However, it was not enough to root out the Elder High Elves.

I sowed Gunne.

“Argh! Argh! ”

Gunne was angry with me for the first time.

It's stupid to deal with monsters who can't even fight in a healthy state. Her eyes told me so.

Then I shook her head.

I can't run away anyway. And you don't have to run.

I groaned at the corpses of the Swordsmen.

“I'd rather have said that. ”

No, it's not their fault.

It was my disapproval that I didn't realize, even though I was by my side.

“No, if only I'd realized it a little earlier. ”

And if you actually count how much they want revenge,

If I'd known that Han had a bone marrow with such turbulence today,

If I had, no one would have died.

He bites his chin tightly and fixes his sword.

Sigrun approaches.

She smiles with blood all over her body, reaching out her hand to me.

And he whispered in an angel's voice.

Let's go together.

I shake my head. And raised his sword high.

It's blatant ignorance and mockery on the edge of the eye that bends like a crescent moon.

She told me.

There's nothing you can do. The results are said to remain unchanged.

“You don't know. Not right now. ”

That's how she came to me.

Seeing her like that, I...

(chuckles)

I shoved a sword in my stomach.

Dragon Slayer, my body.

Sigrun's eyes widen. The one who grabbed me with a grunt held me steady.

The world stopped.

In a world that stopped like that, I whispered frankly.

“Here I am with red blood. ”

Orders I would never have taken out of my mouth if it were usual.

“The Winter of Tabernacle, the Frozen World, the Lord of the Whirling Sackwind and Frost. ”

A magical horse that gives life and forces a deeply asleep sword to awaken.

“Answer me, Gruhorn. ”

It was a song of vows.

Wrinkles.

The body that was stuck in my stomach,

The Mage Gum Gruhorn has begun to crave my blood.

I tightened my hands and pulled out my sword.

“It hurts so badly. ”

He didn't bleed.

I didn't even know if it was because my body was bleeding, or whether it was because my wounds were frozen.

Neither did it matter.

The only thing that matters now is the Elder High Elves in front of you.

“Look smart. Elder High Elf. ”

Looking at the hardened sigrun,

“This is what you were hoping for. ”

I raised my sword high.

“Let's take care of the dragon slayer. ”

Then I drew down the sword as it was.

Singing the karma that killed the mineral dragon in my heart.