I Became the First Prince

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I had a hard heart.

This time, I really focused on growing the knights, not me, and taking this opportunity to take them to the next level.

So I held my place with my butt torn and forced by the reports of the messengers who came every day.

It wasn't easy.

I wanted to run out of the fort with my sword in my hand right away.

Especially, when the appearance of a monster pulling the spike from the messenger's mouth flows, my heart already left the fort and ran through the vast plain.

I was so discouraged to imagine running through the plains and fighting with monsters.

In my mind, there were countless reasons why I couldn't leave the fort.

First, Arwen and other gifted lions and knights needed information about monsters.

The first priority was to look at the appearance and features of each report and measure their identity to show how deadly their poisoned teeth were.

That way the knights and soldiers could reduce the damage and, furthermore, the damage suffered by the people.

It was impossible for me to leave the fortress and wander around the kingdom.

Secondly, I had to follow the royal order.

The king warned me how many times he had sent a messenger who sat in the middle. My actions, which refuse to return, will close my eyes, but I will not tolerate any more.

If we break it and struggle, we will not be able to stand where we want to stand in the next war against the Empire.

Thirdly, Vincent's presence caught my heart.

It was Vincent who finally convinced the king not to let me out of the royal palace, and if I had an accident, this would also be Vincent who would be jointly responsible.

I never wanted Vincent to be penalized for me.

There were countless other reasons why I should not leave the fort.

I have so forcefully defended myself.

It was a terrible punishment for me and unbearable torture.

The vigor that had been jumped out of the palace and regained was no longer there.

I lost my vitality one day later.

A terrible helplessness has come.

I thought I'd have a mental illness if I could hold on a little longer.

And when the rush and the rain got a little moody,

By the time my information wasn't desperate for the gifted and punitive knights who adapted to the battle with the old monsters,

The stress builds up as it builds up and the gear explodes.

“Huh?”

When I regained consciousness, I was running out of the fort once upon a time.

"This is it. I'm out of Kiking, and I can't go back. ”

I turned my head again, rather than looking at the fortress that was so far away that I could no longer see it.

As it was, he headed west of the kingdom. I ran straight to a village that was suffering from monsters.

I had no choice but to wander the path, the impulsive journey that left without a guide.

However, I was able to reach my destination not too late after I stopped talking.

There, he reassured the villagers by acting like sheep, one of the selection team's knights.

Just one knight visited them, and they rejoiced as if they had been saved.

In front of them, the growth of the Knights of the Kingdom came to a halt, and the penalties for me and Vincent were so minor.

It's a matter of dying and living for them right now, and it's more important to hold on to today than tomorrow's peace.

I hesitated and went straight into action.

Through the stories of the villagers, I discovered the origin of the monsters and invaded the stronghold.

Those monsters were not great creatures.

But they've been breeding enormously for a while, and I've shed a little tear against them for the past half a year.

It was good when I first ran with my sword.

I was able to relieve some of the stresses I had accumulated while slashing the running monsters using the musical instruments. When they completely annihilated their decline, they were even more satiated.

Satisfactory, however, was once not so long.

“Your Majesty, it is time for you to go back. ”

I couldn't even rob him with the blood on my sword, but Karls and the court knights who preceded the damn Jordanian came to me.

I thought I'd run away for a while, but Carls, who read my thoughts, listed in front of me what would happen if I ran away.

It's as vivid as it can be from a horrible and tragic point of view.

“All those futures will not come if you come back with us now. ”

I was discouraged in the future to come to me, which I already knew, but did not realize much.

The steps were just heavy.

I was thirsty, but I felt like my lips were the only axe. I was starving to death, but I felt like I had only one crumb in my mouth.

At that time, I thought of the faces of the villagers and asked them to be comforted.

He was happy to see me, heard about the extermination of monsters and shouted.

When I realized that he was a knight of the Punitive Force, I laughed when I remembered the villagers who had frozen their faces.

And I carved it in my heart.

Above all, I think it is a priority to save those who have fallen in love with the Dotan. I think it's the first thing I have to do to get them back to a peaceful life.

In other words, it was a duty as a prince and a mission to carry as a knight.

“I heard your excuses. ”

I woke up from the sound of my voice.

“So you want to say that it's not a big mistake because your actions were done with a mission as a knight to fulfill the duties of the prince. ”

Vincent was shooting at me with a cold face.

“Uh."

I have once again increased the legitimacy of my actions, which will sound somewhat audacious to Vincent.

The seeds were not eaten either.

“When did you not say that holding your own sword could help to calm down the small chaos, but it could not be a fundamental solution? ”

Vincent denied the reason I got a new sword.

“Now, neither the gifted nor the knights need my information anymore...”

And before the words were finished, Vincent threw in a loaf of bread standing in front of me.

“These are the letters that flew to the fort while His Majesty was away. See for yourself who sent the letter and what it contains. ”

I read the correspondence in a tangled fashion.

Some were letters sent by the clergy, and some by the lords.

He also sent each and every one of them to the northeast and southwest, but the content was not very different.

Correspondents were asking me for information about the monsters that appeared anew, as well as countermeasures.

“Where did these guys come out and crawl again...”

I turned my back on Vincent with an awkward face and began to write back every letter.

Splash.

Vincent caught up with the letters I had written.

“It's urgent. Pick out the most flying cavalry so they can arrive as soon as possible. ”

Then he summoned the knight who was waiting outside the door and handed over the correspondence. It's like you're talking to me.

I became dumb after eating honey.

Vincent looks at me with his arms on.

There were no visible seats.

“Whoo. That's good. I never believed you wouldn't have an accident. I can handle this much. ”

“So...”

“No, I intend to report it to His Majesty. Because that's your promise. ”

Vincent said that the Balahard clan will keep their word no matter what, and he intends to report back to the king.

I had no cause to stop it, and I didn't care.

I keep my head down thinking that I might be completely excluded from the next war, and I hear Vincent sigh for a long time.

“Your Majesty does not believe that you will follow the royal order completely. And he said to me," I can see a single deviation. "He also said that he would judge my opinions first in making judgments rather than forgiving them. ”

So don't be so full of death, Vincent's words sparked my eyes.

“I intend to report that I have no choice but to report a shortage of available troops in a contentious situation. Your Majesty is not going to find it very strange, because there is also an old age. ”

“Does that mean...? ”

“Even if the report goes in, there will be no major disadvantage. ”

“Vincent is the best! ”

I stood up and hugged Vincent.

“Only this time. Next time, you will be punished by His Majesty. ”

“Absolutely! I'm not going to have another accident! What happened to my head this time? I really wanted to die of acne like this. ”

“I know. So I didn't even see you leave. ”

Vincent knew that I was leaving the fort, and he said that I was being cruel.

“Then why did Carls and Jorden...”

“I thought you'd come in with a little sudden rush of horses. If I knew you'd go that far, I wouldn't have left it. ”

Vincent sighs and pushes me away.

Then I took an envelope from the product and handed it to me.

“You did what you did, so take care of it. ”

Vincent said so and turned around. Then I left the room as it was.

Didn't you say you wouldn't just skip it this time?

Shut up.

Look at that. I knew it.

Noisy too.

I heard Vincent and the knights buzzing outside the door and checked the source of the letter.

The origin was Fort N'Djamena, on the southern border.

I tear the envelope seal without hesitation. The envelope contained two letters.

Different seals.

I checked with Montpellier's sealed letter first.

As a result of the covert spreading of rumors as you instructed, a large number of mercenaries were gathered. I will filter out the notorious or suspicious among them and send them to the border.

I immediately confirmed another letter.

This time it was a letter from the commander of the Southern Guard.

Count Montpellier's task of extracting and classifying those who appear to be spies from the herd and those who are impure is over, but the chaos is expected if we pass them into the kingdom at a time when the number of people left is much greater than expected.

Tell us what to do.

I followed up on the last reports I kept in the drawer before replying to the commander of the Southern Army.

Among them, I found the trail of the silver lion closest to the Southern Fortress and grabbed the pen straight away.

I will send Bernardo Eli. Hand over the mercenaries to him.

I also wrote a letter to Eli asking him to head south first.

Calling Carls, who was waiting outside the door, to argue with the hourly rate, he instructed the parties to receive these letters as soon as possible.

“There's another one. ”

The instructed Kars lowers his head and catches Kars trying to get out of the room.

“There must be a Hansen from the North this time. ”

“Ah. That Ranger Jorden...”

He nodded at the blurry Kars and added a word.

“Find him and tell him to come to my room right now. ”

“I'll take care of it right away. ”

Shortly after Carls left, a new Ranger found my room.

Next to him was Jorden, whom he did not even call.

“Let us preach to the prince of the kingdom. I won't leave you alone if you make a mistake. ”

When Jorden growls, the new Ranger, who is still frozen, winks at me.

Apparently, there was already a close conversation between the two of them before coming here.

The laughter emptied me.

“You may have heard some rumors, but he doesn't know the subject. So if you want to make a mistake, I trained you hard before I came. ”

Jorden said that he was more stubborn about me.

You don't even know what I'm thinking.

“I'm sure you didn't put your hand on it, did you? ”

Just in case.

"What did you say! There is no such childish act in the tradition of the Ballerhard Rangers! ”

When I look at him, Jordan speaks with a bold face.

“There is a tradition of breaking off the ranks, chatting in vain, or having a real battle in preparation for action, to better understand each other! ”

At that I laughed again.

The Jordanian word was that he had already had a meaningless conversation, or a real battle, before he came.

“Jordan.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Looking at a ranger who still doesn't know what's going on,

“I hope you'll be able to help your ass like you are now. ”

I first expressed my condolences on the tragedy that was about to come.

Then I looked at the poor ranger standing beside him, who didn't know English.

Once angry, even the dragon slayer was so plentiful that he had to eat the child to dry it.

A Swordmaster who was called a 'traitorous woodcutter’ for his companions and a 'widespread slayer’ for his enemies.

The sword of the third old kingdom that finally appeared before my eyes after Gallahan and Boris.

The most cruel and most ferocious blood donor, Hannibal.

That progeny was before my eyes.

Of course, his talent is inherited by his vast nature.

I did not yet realize my own identity, but soon I smiled satisfactorily, seeing a cub lion who would reproduce the prestige of the forefathers as they were.

Deeply mourn the poor Ranger once again.