I Became the First Prince

He is a prince who is dead and raised.

It was only a short time ago that I had to get help from someone else because I didn't even behave properly.

The prince who went through the whole kingdom relentlessly and passed it on to the territory of the Empire and the battlefield of Dothrin became like that, and it was stuck in the palace, so it was only a disaster for the watchers.

Everyone knew.

How the knight felt when he was unable to hold the sword again.

I couldn't tell if it was an article.

Rather than being burned to the ground, they were a people who wanted to burn hot for a moment and not be crushed again.

The prince was also of the same class.

The last act he walked through, the victory he gained by burning my life, was proving it.

He who did now lost his chance to live like a flame forever.

The knight who stood at the apex of the kingdom lost everything in the morning.

Twenty-two years old.

At a much younger age, there are more days to come than there are days to live.

Perhaps the insides were rotting.

Nevertheless, the prince was rather more cheerful than ever before.

More laughter and a brighter face.

I felt compelled to say that I was okay, and I felt compelled to hide my pain, so that the minds of the watchers were also burned.

I was always petty, always in danger.

Therefore, people could not be more than happy to hear that the prince's body had recovered.

The remnants of the palace that the prince had fallen were scattered all over, but they were not properly noticed.

Rather, the blood on the prince's face and clothes caught my eye.

Maybe it doesn't fall down again, or there's something wrong with your body.

Concern was much greater than joy.

So it would have been.

It was probably for that reason that those who would not have let the restored prince overcrowd them would not have been able to stop the struggle.

The king and the knights were all in one mind.

The victory and defeat of the battle were not in my head.

Even if the prince's power could not be seen in the past, it did not matter.

I just wanted to see the prince's rebirth with my own eyes. It was enough to see him wielding his sword again, which he could not live without.

Everyone killed their breath and watched the battle.

The prince's temperament changed terribly before the battle began.

The face of the man who was so arrogant as not to fit my age no longer existed.

Raise your chin and look down at the opponent.

Sharp foresight in the eyes, stubbornness and arrogance in silent purchases.

The moment you look at the unshakeable position of your opponent with a sharp twinkle at the end of the sword.

Strong.

The knights' hearts began to beat like crazy.

They could only realise that.

I know the prince has finally risen again.

Goooooooo.

Vale Ballerhard's body awakened.

A powerful weapon without a hand compared to the Knight of the Empire who raided the royal palace last day.

Immediately thereafter, when the weather revealed itself as having this type of substance, the knights were not persuaded.

Those who had experienced the speculation of the Orcs in the war against the Dark Green clans were frightened beyond awe.

At the same time they were relieved.

Even in front of Vale Ballerhard, who had an unimaginable prestige, the prince had no sense of power.

He retreated until he went forward.

A clear trajectory is drawn from the bottom to the top of the palace of the prince who clasped the floor. Vale Ballerhard's giant sword heads up and down.

Bang!

A fierce sound burst out.

Qaaaaaaaah.

A gust of wind blows and shock waves burst everywhere.

“Ha!"

The court knight commander interrupts the king's presence and makes a short remark.

Pot.

Arwen Kirgayen and Adelia Bavarian energized each other to relieve the shock wave before it spread.

The court knights moved and prepared for one in Busansre Bay.

However, Prince and Valrhead were not among the chaos that occurred around him.

“I just got out of bed, and I'm still a little bit in shape. ”

“Let's see. I don't see eyes, I only have one arm. I bow my feet, but my condition is not so bad.”

They just smiled and pointed their swords at each other.

Qaaaaaaaah.

Vale Ballerhard's energy rises like a mountain.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

The prince's eagle echoes with a clear sword.

Neither of them seemed to intend to finish the match adequately, considering the opponent's physical state or face.

I remember the embarrassing color on the face of those who watched the battle.

Common questions arose in their heads.

It was not their own illusion to justify simply confirming the prince's rebirth.

This is a familiarity battle that they thought was really right.

Until then, however, they had no intention of going out and drying it out.

Between each other's unhealthy, reunited familiarity in seven years.

I thought I'd never see blood.

I thought so, and I believed so.

But not everyone did.

“Yes, nothing has changed. My father, my lord.”

Vincent Ballerhard frowns at once and lays his hands on the sword of waist dance.

"Mmm."

Arwen Kirgayen touches the handle of the sword and approaches the two men who have just joined the battle.

Ugh.

Adelia Bavaria begins to ponder something with a golden clerk at the end of the sword.

Kars Ulrich sends a distracted call and instructs the court knights to do something.

They were all the ones who served the prince on the throne and knew the royal family better than anyone else here.

They were all rushing in as if they were going to break in between them right away.

The attitude is extraordinary. Several articles asked them small.

But I'm getting used to it, so why don't you stop before you see the blood?

“If they were that flexible, neither of them would be that flexible. ”

Vincent Ballhardt snorted.

“You don't reap the sword first unless you see the end or the opponent requests it first. And I don't think there's anything that Baleard should ask you to stop the fight first. ”

Kars Ulrich explained his absence with a firm face.

“Haah.”

Arwen Kirgayen just sighed.

Adelia Bavaria looked at the two men and did not understand what the others were saying.

Others then realized the seriousness of the situation and hardened their faces.

Someone in the dog asked Vincent Baleard if it would be better to stop the fight immediately.

“You don't even have to say anything around here. ”

“I have to do something....."

“It's too late. I should have dried it earlier to dry it. ”

Damn, it's been a long time, Vincent Ballerhard has been swearing.

And in addition, he said:

“I assure you, if we get in between them now, we won't even have a body left. ”

It's like suicide between two people who pull the trigger.

That was never an exaggeration.

Qaaaaaaaah.

There was a gust of madness between the prince and Valrhaud, who aimed their swords at each other.

I didn't give or receive a screening, but flames burst out in the air.

It was clear that he would not be able to escape the horrible appearance of jumping into the middle of it.

Even more horrible was being set aside.

It was a fact that, over time, the spirits of the two men were becoming stronger.

Among other things, the age of the prince increased explosively.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

The sword of the prince, who threw up the sword relentlessly, was long angry with the sword of light, and the blade of light grew to be as big as the sword of Vale Ballerhard.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

Even at this moment, the blade of light continued to grow.

Baleard holds back the sword and raises his posture.

A battle without a single island.

The balance collapsed when the sword of the prince was nearly three metres tall.

The weather and blackness of Baleard stopped growing at some point.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

The age of the prince was growing endlessly.

“What the hell now……."

The battle begins and Vale Ballerhard opens his mouth for the first time.

Hard face as you will.

Hedgehog.

The prince smiled as he revealed it.

It was like treating an enemy with a fierce laugh.

That's the moment.

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The prince's body was caught in flames.

The flame from the chest devoured the prince, and the time it took to cover the blade was enough.

"......!"

The knights just opened their eyes and muttered.

The face of the prince who was struck by the blue flame changed.

He frowned on his own, and then rolled up his mouth.

I didn't see any painful tones on that face.

Without even being conscious of the flames surrounding him, he was just a stubborn face.

The hesitation came to mind when I saw the face of the prince.

The perimeter was already devastated, and only the parties could afford it.

Sexually.

The bottom of the line began to split as the prince stepped forward.

The world around him began to rise.

A warm summer, amongst other things, was an azyrang that could not even be seen unless it was not a very hot day.

Cough.

In the midst of the collapse of the main body, the cleavage of the royal uterus, which had barely retained me, collapsed in unison.

Those who watched the strife as the dirt blossomed, stepped behind the dance.

Their faces were dull and white, lifting up their posture as they could.

The court chieftains who suffered both prenatal and postnatal warfare, as well as promising young warriors.

There were no exceptions.

If there was a difference, it was just the fact that other Adelia Bavarians and Arwen Kirgayen did not stand back and defended their place.

I was barely able to stand with my hardened face.

An overwhelming force I've never seen or heard of before.

Everyone desperately resisted.

It was a meaningless resistance, a worthless valvum.

It was like a genius thing you couldn't protest about.

At that time.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

The sound of clarity rang.

For the knights of the ring, it was so familiar that the rings struck each other and resonated with a distinctive noise.

At the same time, the energy of the prince who pressed them was slightly weakened.

The knights turned their heads after the sound of a promise.

There was Vale Ballerhard.

A blue light flows from the stalker's body and gathers over his forehead.

The gathered light tangled together and became a small loop.

Next to the ring there was another ring.

One was added to it again, and another to it.

When all the loops that stretched together became five.

Qaaaaaaaaaah!

The age of the old knight, who stopped growing at some point, once again grew.

“This is the true power of Penta. ”

Loud voice that resonates sharply even in a gust of wind.

“You were right. The Knight of the Chest Dream wasn't like this. ”

A small admiration followed.

“I've never seen those five rings on my forehead. ”

He was a prince.

“Thank God.”

The prince smiled brightly.

“I was hesitant, actually. ”

There was no more hesitation on the face of the smiling prince.

“I'm afraid the homeless won't be able to withstand this power. ”

When the knights who were watching their conversation were dumbfounded, they only learned what hesitation was on the prince's face.

“At least I won't die. ”

And even the least hesitation at this moment is what the strike of the lost prince will bring.

The fallen royal womb was neither a problem nor a problem.

If the prince wields that sword now, disaster will befall him.

Perhaps half of Leonberger's royal palace disappeared without a trace.

It had to be dried.

I had to stop him no matter what.

“Hopefully.”

But the prince didn't give me a chance.

“Please, just hurt a little. ”

The prince raises his sword, Earth, high.