I Became the First Prince

Sigrun raises his hand with less trembling.

A dark stain appeared on the skin and back of the hand, which appeared to have applied honey.

Then the whole back of his hand was covered with a dark blue stain.

It wasn't just the back of the hand.

The skin revealed between her forehead and her forehead, she erects a clan of barbed caribou.

In the midst of the upheaval, a sword blade that did not bury a piece of dust illuminated the owner without distortion.

My skin was dull, and my eyebrows were dull.

It could no longer be what people would call a desirable fairy.

It was just something ugly and hateful.

But what was really horrible was not the look that had changed.

Sigrun grabs the air.

A void with nothing, but visible in Sigrun's eyes.

The millennial ball that collapsed like a sandcastle, the karma that scattered like a grain of sand, and the raging debris were so vivid.

I collapsed.

The sense of loss and deprivation that I felt for the first time in my life filled her empty body.

She soon found out that she was in such a terrible mood.

Ever since today, I've learned that I won't be able to do gumbo anymore.

And intuitive.

Tell the clan that there is no more future.

Sigrun laughed.

At first, she raised her head, then she burst into tears, then she hiccupped like she was breathing, and she laughed like a madman.

Then, after a while, he laughed.

“Not that day, not today. You always surprise me. ”

It wasn't a false accusation, nor a mockery.

She was genuinely surprised.

I didn't even imagine that a young prince of the forgetful Leonberger family would pull out the real power of the dragon slayer. I couldn't even imagine finding an older power that she didn't even know would make her this difficult.

Sigrun opens her blackened eyes and looks at the human in front of her.

“Thanks to you, I have lost the greatest of my powers. The turbulence was corrupted, and the sword could not be used. His abilities have also fallen considerably. At least three? Maybe the more things I lose over time. ”

Dry as sand in the desert.

“But that, like you, would have paid for it if it had been an unauthorized force. And it's only life that you can pay for now. Those who gained momentary power in exchange for life, how long will that take? Now, even at this moment, the time given to you will continue to diminish."

He didn't answer. I just stared at her unspoken in the helm.

Sigrun wanted to take off his helmet right away if he could.

It was unfortunate that the act of drawing out power in exchange for life itself entailed the pain of dispersion of souls, and that he could not see his face, which was distorted by pain.

However, she continued to speak, repressing her twisted desire to take off her helmet immediately.

“Maybe it's been a while. Once before, you brought out the power of the sword as collateral for your life. Whatever this fight is, it's probably something I'm telling you. ”

She looked at him slippery.

“You can't avoid death. ”

He remained silent.

It was probably just a headache to endure the pain of being scattered, and I didn't want to open my mouth to shorten my life.

Either way, I didn't want to care as a sigrun.

If there was anything important to her,

“I'm glad. That's what I did with that one. ”

It was only the fact that the man before my eyes risked my life and my soul to fight against him.

That made her unbearable.

“I can't repay you for that. ”

It was not a good thing to get out of here if you only had a heart.

But she had no intention of making his life so wasteful.

“Before the rest of your life goes out completely. ”

With her sword blade, the radiant energy begins to flow.

“It's my reward to turn it off by my own hand. ”

And the battle began.

* *

The earth is split at once, and the sky is torn apart.

A fight in a realm that you could not even imagine as a human.

The waves and shocks conveyed from afar shake the fort as if it were about to collapse.

Not much can be done in the face of such a terrible battle.

Get down flat, wrap your head around your head, shaking, denying reality.

But there were those who did not belong to either side.

“Wake up! ”

“Come on, get up! ”

Men who shout aloud and force the completely frightened soldiers to attack.

“Weakened Southern bastards! ”

“I'm stuck in a fortress and I want to die! ”

They were Rangers of Winter Castle.

They run around the fort in an unscrupulous body, pulling the frightened soldiers out of the fort.

“The fortress is about to fall! ”

The knights also shouted Mana unrelentingly and evacuated the soldiers who had been hiding in the depths of the fort.

“Take the injured first! ”

At the heart of it was the winter solstice, Vincent Ballerhard.

“Taking the remains and supplies of the warriors is the last thing! ”

He stands on a wall that shakes like it's going to collapse right now and commands the evacuation of the soldiers.

“Lord, we must withdraw! ”

“We have a lot of troops that haven't evacuated yet! Your Majesty's troops were willing to take the risk! I can't let them die in vain! ”

“But...! ”

“I don't say it twice! Let's go and evacuate the soldiers! ”

Vincent brushed his knights roughly without hesitation.

“Come on!”

“Yes, Lord! ”

Vincent turns his head and looks beyond the plain as he sees them disappear into the fortress.

Bang! Bang!

The golden and sparkling flashes bloom and fade.

And when the light was shattered, the shattered hordes of light overflew the fortress.

Curr.

Above the shaking walls, Vincent's gaze on the plain was depressed before.

“Just like that damn day. ”

The day the Winter Castle collapsed, the day my father never came back.

The crowded dark green waves, burning castles, and desperately fleeing soldiers overlap over the fort.

What was different then was the fact that it was not a dark green wave that struck the fort, but a golden, sparkling flash.

He was just as helpless as he was that day, and he just had to watch what he could do.

I thought more vividly of the prince who had put a knife in my chest.

He frowned.

There was still a sharp sound of the blade digging into his ear.

It's a ritual that draws the power of the Philly royal sword, the Dragon Slayer.

The transfer of the Leonberger family was not just a vain legend.

The golden armor I've never seen before is part of the legend.

However, he could not feel any joy from the fact that he had witnessed the legend before his eyes and that the party who reproduced the legend was his beloved prince.

I was anxious.

The heart didn't calm down so strangely.

Vincent shakes his head and shakes his grim head.

I was constantly returning to my mouth.

It's not like that. A few times bigger knights than my father. So you must come back.

Countless times he said the same thing, and he was restless.

How long has that been going on?

“Holy Lord! The evacuation of the troops is over! ”

Knights who had left their positions to evacuate the troops returned.

“The rest of them! ”

“I got it all... No! I can't get more! All of our children are dying! ”

Immediately, the side of the fort collapsed with a thunderous roar.

“Lord!”

The knight shouts out like a scream and grabs him.

Vincent couldn't be stubborn anymore.

Among those whom the prince was trying to protect, the prince would not wish to share his fate with those who remained in the fallen fort.

“Damn it!”

He rushes down the stairs of the wall as if he were speechless.

Courrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And as he just passed through the gate, the wall sat down with a loud voice.

Dirt has risen.

In the meantime, the heat was continuing.

“Get as many troops back as you can! If you can, step back to the invisible!

Vincent coughed and ordered his subordinates.

“Lord, where are you going? ”

“I beg you to stay back! ”

At the words of Luggage, he rushes straight around the collapsed wall towards the plain.

He almost tripped over the stone beak several times, and he stopped somewhere near the plain, where the battle was raging.

It was around the time when the nobles and the few men gathered.

“Well done.”

Earl Yoke Wiloden, the leader of the Wire Magnetic Corps and a benefactor of the Kingdom, gave a small tribute to Vincent.

But instead of answering, Vincent looked beyond the sparkling plains.

“It's like a scene in a myth. ”

Yoke Wiloden said as if seeking consent. Vincent didn't answer again this time.

“The royal sword was such a magnificent object. ”

The answer was another old man.

“No matter how marvelous it may be, it's also your ability to endure it. ”

Yoke Wiloden and the laborer were constantly amazed by the battle to be marvellous.

But the knights of the prince, Vincent and others, opened their mouths and disagreed.

Whether they thought they were shaking too much or not, the laborers shut their mouths.

They thought inside.

In the aftermath of a battle so devastating that one of the strongholds collapsed, it is not so strange that knights of the prince, who are famous for their terrible regard for my masterpiece, keep their mouths shut with such a restless face as mine.

However, no matter how much they looked, there were too many aspects to what they were now.

They did not turn their eyes away from the battle for a moment. Their faces were bitter, tightly sealed, and their fists gripped for blood.

Among them, the most serious condition was Adelia Bavaria.

She tried to jump into the battlefield several times.

If Arwen Kirgayen hadn't stood up and rebuked her for being disturbed, she would have been a handful of ashes in that flash.

And now Adelia Bavaria holds Arwen Kirgayen in her arms, as if her soul had escaped, with her empty eyes, just looking at the plain where the prince would be.

Then the glare and tears gushed from her eyes alternately.

Even though it seemed real, it was not scary or frightening.

There were some differences, but others did not differ significantly in their status either.

From time to time, Bernardo Eli's energy was extremely unstable. I was worried that the source of Mana would not be damaged.

Arwen KirGayen did the same.

Seeing only the appearance, he seemed to maintain the most reassurance of the prince's knights, but not at all.

I could tell by her sword.

From time to time, the light of the sword gathers on a tightened blade. I repeat, I was staring at the other side of the plain to see if I didn't even feel it.

Kars Ulrich, who was famous for his progress, also set up an overwhelming day and was rushing in like he was about to jump into a terrible battlefield.

Yoke Wiloden, who was too young to see the young lions and knights who had lost their appearances, turned around.

And then he opened his mouth and tried to give them a little comfort.

Qaaaaaaaah.

An enormous energy burst behind my back.

Yoke Wiloden hardens as he is.

I didn't even know how to turn around. When I looked back, I felt like I was facing something terrible.

But he leans back and looks at the gear.

And then I saw it.

I saw something gigantic that slowly shook my head over that plain.

It was something that York-Willoden had never imagined would exist in this world, something that he dared to face.

Krrrrrrrr.

Finally, something raised its head completely.

Yoke Wiloden shouts like a scream.

“Yoyong!"

Shortly after he shouted, he realized.

The fact that something he thought was a dragon reflects the fact that something is an illusion made of black light.

He was completely distracted by the kind of miracle he never heard of.

And that's when.

Khhhhhhhhhh!

The dragon's shape flies with its wings wide open.

An ominous storm with a sparkling flash, towards the middle of it.