I Became the First Prince

The glorious clerk hugs Adelia.

Her face was very devout, and she looked virtuous.

It's like a long time ago, in the castle of giants, when Bavarian ancestors completed the first verse of the [poem of the opening wall].

But it wasn't completely the same.

If Agnes Bavaria's Muhunsi was a song of hope dedicated to all suffering human beings, Adelia Bavaria's Muhunsi was a song of devotion and worship dedicated solely to its owner.

I looked at Adelia quietly.

A message I hadn't heard in a while whispered to me.

The things that I will gain from the effect of fuzziness that has finally become complete by fulfilling the conditions.

Wherever we are, we can feel it.

In some cases, you can share your feelings or your will.

If certain conditions are fulfilled, one unfuzzy phrase can be divided into different verses.

It didn't even come into my head.

I thought that was good.

All that matters to me now is the image of a dear woman in front of my eyes.

The woman who made me walk the path of the knight unwillingly.

A simple woman who was happier when she was behind my back than still fighting with the sword, who became a knight in the kingdom.

I couldn't help but stare.

I wonder what Adelia looks like.

In the glorious light, I combed a sack of sword and stood still and closed her eyes, and I put it in my eyes again.

The cold was heavy. I couldn't help but frown.

Until the first time I saw her, I never imagined that I would have this relationship. At that time, she was just a poor girl who was abused by a wretched man and surprised at the sound of a small voice.

At this moment I could feel her and my soul bound together strongly.

It's like it was one from the beginning. Like you weren't the two from the beginning.

The kind of fullness I've never felt has nourished my soul.

The light was dim.

The fullness that filled the side of his chest remained intact.

That's when Adelia opened her eyes.

The golden clergyman, who had remained until now after all the light that surrounded her, reached her eyes and even disappeared completely.

And the sudden change that happened to me filled me with frustration.

“Your Majesty...”

Adelia called me.

Nod.

I nodded quietly.

The confusion and questioning that filled her eyes with a nod of nothingness instantly sank.

She smiled brightly.

Then he spoke again in a clear voice, referring to the promise of that day.

“I will only live my life with your sword. ”

Adelia Bavaria resonates with her sword.

In short, it became a fuzzy word and a pledge.

The poetry of Murhun in Adelia Bavaria [Poetry of Yemen] is changing.

[Poetry of Exhortation] became [Poetry of Pledge].

The Covenant has again become a new futility.

It's a terrible fate.

If a woman who didn't want to be a knight has as much as five eyes, it's a song about the knight's vow.

But it wasn't surprising.

Her predecessor, Agnes Bavaria, was a great hero who was called the Knight of Knights, the King of Knights.

Now that the descendant has joined the oath of the knight together, what's surprising?

Of course, if you think about Adelia's nature, it could be a bit surprising.

It didn't matter at all.

No matter what poem she weaves, she weaves an ominous poem corresponding to the time of disaster. To me, she was just my beloved Adelia.

Before, now, and in the future.

On that same trust, I also looked at her with a trusty eye.

At that moment,

There was a new verse in [Poetry of Domination] that had just a name and no verse.

I heard a new message in my head.

Sing the monarch's grace for his devotion to the sword and soul.

I make you a knight, so be brave, godly, and loyal.

A phrase I don't know where to write.

But as soon as I heard it, I naturally remembered how to use it.

I smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Adelia. ”

Adelia laughed after me without even knowing English.

I looked at her face for a while and smiled small.

“Your Majesty?”

Adelia, who was staring at me, understood my eyes one step late and knelt on her knees.

But I didn't understand exactly what I was trying to do, and that face was full of questions.

Then I picked her out more.

Standing in front of her, she raised her sword, leaning it back down, and tucked her shoulders.

“I make you a knight, be brave, and be faithful to the will of God. ”

Then he looked straight at her with a dark face and recited [Poetry of Domination].

Adelia's eyes widen.

“Thy Majesty. ”

My tears swollen with good eyes.

He smiled softly and raised her up.

“You are my sword in the future. ”

“Well, I'll be a great knight who won't be anyone in your name. ”

I shake my head.

No more, no less. Just like now, that's enough.

“Your Majesty...”

Adelia looked at me with a trembling voice and tightened her lips.

A face that desperately endures when the feeling of blessing bursts.

If it had been before, the tears would have burst.

As I watched her endure while hanging in tears, an arrogant feeling emerged from the side of my heart.

Surprise, quirky. Magnificent.

This is how my father feels about looking at his older daughter.

The heart of Siorin who saw Arwen must have done this.

But even though the feelings were similar, there was a crucial difference between me and Siorin's.

I've already raised so many knights that I can't, and I've watched them leave my hands.

It was nothing to me.

I did, but I definitely thought so.

Today, Yudhai frowned.

I didn't know whether it was because it was the first emotion I felt as a human body, or whether it was because Adelia was poisonous to me.

If there was one thing that was certain, it was the fact that she was no longer a sore finger.

I rubbed my nose for nothing.

I rubbed my nose and comforted my mind, and I felt a feeling of disgust.

The surroundings were strangely quiet. I felt the look that would stab my skin.

I turned my head.

Above and below the walls of the fortress, almost all the troops were looking at Adelia. Even the mercenaries were looking this way through the wide open gates.

There was Vincent, there was Eli, there was Carls.

Vincent looked at me like I was somewhat pathetic, muttering about what else he was doing there.

What a complainant. A lonely, grumpy Eli.

Carls looks like a normal person, but if you look closely, he looks at you with a cold-blooded look.

The Jordans and Rangers were laughing and bluffing about what was so good.

I turned my head to Adelia again rather than watching her.

She did not shrug her shoulders even in the eyes of so many.

I even straightened my back and looked suspicious.

How unusual and lovely.

I would have done more if it wasn't for the bloodstain on my sleeves and my chest.

I later ordered her to rest, recalling that she was on a frivolous mission and immediately after returning.

Adelia goes inside the fort first, saying that she will take care of her clothes and come back to me instead of rejecting my orders.

An awkward walk with a lot of eyes around it.

Seeing that, he smiled and sent a small sigh to some, including Vincent.

Follow me.

Now Vincent and Carls follow my lead even if I just look in the eye.

But I sent three signals, and there were only two footsteps after me.

I looked back.

Right behind me was Vincent and Carls, over their shoulders, blind and staring at Eli from afar.

“Why aren't you coming again? ”

He frowns and says, "Eli flinches around, lifting his fingers and pointing at himself.

“Yes, Eli, you are. ”

That's why Eli ran and stood behind me.

He said, "Follow me immediately. ”

I sigh more than grumbling, and then I walk again.

* *

“What the hell was that light? ”

Scaredly enough to get to the conference room at the fort, Vincent asked me a question.

I explained how Adelia got a new amusement.

Each of them, who heard the explanation, increased their appreciation.

“Lord Adelia weaves the oath of the Knight into poetry. ”

The pure admiration was Vincent's.

“The Knight's Oath...”

The voice that seemed to Sam to be ignoring was Eli's.

“For the first time, I envy Mana Hart, not the ring. ”

Karl's voice was unconventional.

He laughed while enjoying the diverse reactions.

Then he laughed and called Carls.

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

“On your knees. ”

Karl, with his eyes round, kneels before me to make me stronger and louder.

Kars, who had been unfamiliar until a little while ago, looked at me with a face filled with expectation.

When I looked at that face, I felt like a laugh would burst out.

But instead of bursting into laughter, I plucked Earth and struck both shoulders of Carls.

“I make you a knight, be brave, and be faithful to the will of God. ”

Then he recited the verse of [Poetry of Domination] in a solemn voice.

Just like I did to Adelia right before.

“I will do my best! ”

The answer was the same as before.

But the results were never the same.

Aggravation!

A subtle flash of light flowing from my body surrounded Carl.

The three rings he held in his body resonated with the Mana of my heart.

In a sudden situation, Carls raises his head and looks at me.

“You are my shield. ”

Instead of giving an explanation, I gave a short speech and turned my head.

Eli looks at me on his knees, with a subtle expectation of when he will come.

I passed him as I was.

Vincent smiled with a glance.

“Duke's knees are expensive. ”

Contrary to what he said, he also kneeled before me with hesitation.

I recited [Poetry of Domination] and made Vincent my knight.

“You are my castle. ”

Vincent woke up from his seat as if the light around him were miraculous.

Eli was still looking at me on his knees until then.

I wanted to give you a little more time because your face was ridiculous, but I decided to stop playing around.

“Bernardo Eli. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty! ”

After hitting Eli's sheep shoulders, who answer uselessly, [Poetry of Domination] commands the world that he is my knight.

Eli raises his head and looks at my mouth with a face full of expectation.

“You are my...”

Seeing him like that, I said solemnly.

“You, um...”

But without finishing his words, he blurred his words.

“You are my...”

As if I were rushing to the next word, I closed my mouth again, looking at Eli, who was running along my words without a sound.

“You are my...”

I rolled my head desperately because of the look and the look on my face.

Then, after a while, I only said a few words.

“... a knight. ”

Eli's facial muscles twitch.

A strange face, not laughing or crying, looks straight up at me.

Then he asked me for a while.

“Is that it? ”

I did not answer.

“Others are swords, shields, adults, why am I the only one who spells? ”

No, I couldn't answer.

“You're not really so...”

Eli tries to vomit his tears at me, and before that, a dazzling flash twinkles Eli.

“When Arwen returns, so will Arwen. ”

Seeing Eli in the light, Vincent and Carls say goodbye.

They asked me.

What the hell is this light, and why did you come here three days ago to set me apart as an article?

Then I answered with a rather grumpy voice:

This is different from a simple article stand.

It's a much more meaningful act than that.

Yeah, let me tell you, this is good.