I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

Her mother was an unclean woman.

And she was the result of a sin committed by her mother.

Even though he knew that, he couldn't get rid of his mother.

My father was a knight from the commoners, and my mother was not great, but she was still a nobleman's woman.

The mother's background was desperate to overcome the contempt of her companions and the petty contempt of her master.

So he decided to cover up his mother's uncleanness.

That decision made everyone unhappy.

When he was drunk, he was angry with his mother like a fire. Instead of bowing his head and apologizing, his mother sold him out, despising his father's origins.

My mother and father poured out their readings and hatred toward each other every day. When she did, she felt like it was all my fault. I just hung up and cried.

No one comforted her.

My father was in a difficult situation to allude to, and my mother was a great person who was not interested in anything but to dress herself up.

Abi releases anger and hatred in retreat.

In the first place, his passion and talent for swords became the most important knight of all the people.

Obviously, the time to vacate the mansion became longer.

The number of quarrels between my father and my mother decreased slightly, and she had no clue what to do.

But that didn't mean her childhood turned flat.

She considered her uncleanness to be subtly infested by man and her other appearance, and imprisoned her in the mansion for fear that her uncleanness would become widely known.

Morning swearing and meditation were dummy.

She was trapped in a small building in the mansion and withered in the abuse of her mother.

And when she was thirteen years old, her mother came to her.

My mother was terrified, but I later learned that it was because the family that protected her had bought the vengeance of the British lord and had annihilated her.

"Let's run. If we stay here, he won't leave you and me alone. "

Before she escaped the mansion, she came to find her and ran away with her.

It wasn't a mockery.

"Even if he doesn't recognize me, he will recognize my bloody child. You look just like him. "

It is because of someone who will not recognize himself who is old and worthless.

She was drawn into her mother's hands without knowing anything about it, and for the first time in her life she went out into the world outside the mansion.

But even before she realized the vastness of the world outside the mansion, tracers sent by her father came.

It happened less than half a day before I left the mansion.

"Well, he's coming to save us. "

Her mother was drawn to her father's men, and she roared like a madman.

When they were taken back to the Territory's mansion, all that was waiting for them was the painter and the wretched carcasses.

A group of people wearing green cloaks welcomed them in the middle of a heap of corpses.

"Ah! Must be the people he sent to save me! "

Her mother said with a dazzling face, as if she had been intoxicated by the fresh scent of the freaks.

Then one of the freaks drenches his cloak and reveals his face.

Even the long-eared ear was a beautiful woman who could not be considered a defect.

The woman raises her hand more.

The monsters disappeared before his eyes at the time of the shovel, and his father's men fell with blood sprinkled.

"Exactly! Did he ask you to save me? Where is he now? "

My mother was wet with cheer and asked.

"I'd like to see him again as soon as possible. Guide me to him..."

And he chopped his throat and screamed.

Tuck, Degur.

She looks at her mother's head rolling around the floor.

I didn't cry.

Someone came while she was staring at her mother's head.

It was my father.

"How dare you..."

My father draws out the sword when he sees the burning mansion and beheaded baggage.

A glorious horde of light blossomed from the tip of my father's sword.

"I can't believe there are knights who use blades to come to rural territory like this. It's amazing."

When the beautiful woman saw the light, her eyes widened.

Rather than being really surprised, his father rebuked the woman with an exaggerated expression.

"Get away from her! "

"You wouldn't have known he was such a cuckoo. The information you gave birth to is really what you raised? "

"Shut up! What you want! Get back!"

"Well. You're ignorant of the woman's courtesy over a stubborn sword. I have to, so my wife must have had a hard time with the other guy."

My father couldn't stand the insult and ran to the woman.

A woman suddenly grabbed her back and threw it.

"Hup!"

My father took a deep breath and hugged her.

My father's arms as her first hug.

Argh!

A hot liquid covered her face, without a bird to feel her arms.

"Ugh."

One step late, a turtle groans, digging through her ears.

She raises her head.

Father, a woman with a knife in her chest, twists the knife and smiles.

"Too bad. If it wasn't for the mission, I would have tasted a little more. "

"What are you going to do with her...?"

"Are you worried about your child even when it comes to this? "

"Shut up and answer. "

"Don't worry. Her father was the noblest of our clans. In human terms, it's the same as a king. "

My father glances down at her with cold blood.

The face of my father I've never seen before in my life as her.

"At least... thank God... "

I felt relieved over it.

But it was only for a moment.

"It's just a hybrid of filthy human blood. "

My father opened his eyes.

"You..."

The woman smiled as she looked at his wrinkled father.

It was a full-bodied face like a full-bodied cat.

My father opens his mouth again, and the woman twists her sword.

Argh!

My father's body was torn apart and blood was shed.

She drenches her blood with a dark face.

The woman laughs for a long time at what is so satisfying.

Then he stopped laughing and looked at her with his blood turned upside down and said,

"Well, unfortunately. You lost your mother and father before your eyes. Even though he wasn't my father."

Like it's really a shame.

"Aren't you sad? Or are you so sad you can't even cry? "

The woman asked. She couldn't answer.

"Well, that's not what matters now. "

The woman who said so ordered the freak who was by her side.

"Tell the Swordsman who was waiting nearby. Clear all traces. "

The freak disappeared without a sound.

"Tsk. What's all this trouble for a king like a vigilante? "

A grumpy woman looked back at her and said,

"Come on, come with me. There are a lot of kids like you. "

The refusal before him could not have dared. Her eyes were full of uncooled murders.

Nod.

So she, Gunne, was collected by the fairies.

It was when Gunne first met Sigrun.

Sigrun rounds several places after that, gathers the harp elves and sends them to the forest.

Gunne was also one of them.

When she arrived in the forest, there were already many half-elves there.

There were adults and children of the same age as Gunne.

They were all flowing in the forest through a similar route to Gunne.

She received with them a fairy sword and a few fingers of water.

During their dreadful training, instinctive obedience to the elves of pure blood settled in their hearts, among which fear of the high elves was deeply imprinted on their souls.

So all emotions were castrated, except obedience and fear, and they became swordsmen.

He died fighting in secret on behalf of innocent elves all over the continent.

The empty seats of the dead were filled by the children who arrived in the forest anew.

At some point, only half the elves who had arrived before Gunne were left, and she became the first of the nineteen swords.

After a while, he has been confined to the forest and has been on a new mission.

The mission was to rescue the young boy from the battlefield where the Orcs flew.

In the middle of a battlefield where the Orcs are roaming photolytically, Gunne and the Swordsmen meet with all the dying boys there.

Until I became bloody and mixed up, I saw a young prince who never let go of the unbounded horn from his hand.

The bloody young prince became the master of her and the swordsmen.

In fact, it was not that important for Gunne and the Swordsmen, regardless of who the owner was.

If I tell you to do it, if you die, you die.

Elder High Elves told me to follow his orders, so I just followed them.

I cut off my tongue and didn't even dare to grumble.

They were just livestock.

Gunne and Sword Hee were merely puppets moving with obedience and fear.

At first, I did. I certainly did.

At some point the situation changed.

The moment the young master sang in front of the king of the Orcs and shook his sword.

Heh heh.

The stigma of subordination that had been imprinted on their souls was broken.

There was nothing left but fear and obedience to the High Elves. Even then, he vanished.

A completely empty soul.

In the meantime, deep screams and repentance permeated without filtration.

It was the prince's emotion that was inferior to the body of the Dark Green King.

The soul of the Blank Swordsmen begins to rise again.

Thus, when they regained the feelings that were lacking, even though they were not their own, they could only become human again.

Resonance, not subordination.

Maybe so.

When the young prince was in crisis by the Elder High Elves, it was not surprising that the Swordsmen had never moved forward on their own without orders.

They even refused the prince's order to retreat.

If I could save the little prince from the evil Elder High Elf, I would have done more than that.

Even if there is their own death at the end.

Elder High Elves playfully whispered at the sword, but the swords couldn't hold on for a while.

One by one, his companions, friends, and sisters, Sword Hee, died before their eyes.

Gunne was amazingly sad.

I didn't even know if it was the prince's emotion, or whether he really was.

I was just glad I could grieve someone else's death.

She also followed other swordsmen and threw her life for the prince.

I was happy.

It felt so good that their last wish was for themselves, and that someone was grieving for them.

But she wasn't introverted.

[Revenge.]

He told the prince why he did this for himself, that it was just revenge.

I didn't want the little prince on my shoulders to carry their own death again like a burden without turning away from the death that was happening around me.

When the crafty Elder High Elf tries to break the sword and steal the prince's body, Gunne throws his body without hesitation.

I saw the prince in the torn pain of his body.

An angry prince draws a sword at the Elder High Elf without a doubt. And then I was completely devastated.

The prince fell down, enduring the torn pain of his body.

I ran away sober.

Until you can't feel the energy of Elder High Elves. Until a place to hide the prince appears.

And when she reached a rocky zone and hid the prince, she also lost her mind.

Since then, the prince has treated Gunne and the Swordsmen with unconditional trust and affection.

The choice of Gunne as a messenger to the High Elves was the same context.

It was because he wished that she, who had been called to the elves like a livestock, might be able to stand before them in the name of their master, and thus extinguish the fear of what remained in their hearts.

So she sought to fulfill her master's command brilliantly.

But I didn't do that.

Faced with the presence of the High Elves, the limbs hardened like frogs in front of a snake.

I behaved badly, knowing that my master's majesty would be ruined if he shrunk.

So I was guilty.

I hated myself for failing to repay my master's trust.

Nevertheless, the owner did not blame her.

Rather, he knocked his shoulders, saying, "Well done."

The more she felt guilty.

But that wasn't the end.

I heard that the owner is fighting a high elf and a sword.

Surprised, she headed straight for the armoury, where she saw the owner.

Prior to the battle, the owner smiled at her with a small smile.

I'll take your revenge.

It was as if I was talking so much.

It had to be dried.

The owner's power came from poetry, and writing poetry in front of high elves was never beneficial.

They were monsters who could weave someone else's poetry with my fingers.

But it was too late.

The high elf guy kicks the floor lightly and starts beating.

The unique energy that informs the beginning of the finger spreads everywhere.

I couldn't get in now.

"Ah..."

I sigh with regret, and suddenly the owner rolls down the floor and rubs his feet.

Quajic.

The noise of a hard floor bursts into all the floors.

At that moment, the face of the High Elf changed.

The foot just smashed the floor with nothing, and it didn't even touch the body.

"I was just about to get a few verses from Shira, pretending to be a provocation. "

At that time the owner said:

"But sadly, you will not get a single verse. "

You seem to know everything from the beginning.

High Elf hits the beat.

The owner smashes the floor a few times and smashes the beat.

High Elf's expression hardened.

"Funny gifted. "

But that was only a very brief moment.

The high elf quickly chatters with a flat face.

"You don't think you can destroy a bayonet with a playful piece of paper? "

The high elf smiles as he rolls up his purchase.

It was a blatant laugh.

Gunne gripped his fist with regret.

I thought that the master's term of office might be a way to break a finger.

"Orcs roar, roar, and the work of giants is great and powerful. The dwarf's iron artillery and armor are no more than orcs and giants in chaos. But that doesn't mean they were able to destroy our clan's sword."

The high elf gracefully swung his sword.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

The Elf's Sword begins to cry clearly.

"If it had been just a loud and disturbing slander, our clan would have been wiped out with the sword. "

"I see. "

The owner is flattered by the arrogance of the High Elves.

Then Gunne looked at the owner's face.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that either. I was just testing it."

The owner was laughing.

"There's nothing real about it anyway. "

It was an arrogant laugh to put the owner's personality down.

The owner lifted up his sword and put it out.

A glorious light gathers over him, slaughtering an unbeatable enemy.

It was a gentle energy drawn from only one heart.

The owner's sword started to cry with the best of its light.

"I woke up to sleep for a while, and a funny miracle was floating around the world."

But the sound and the waves were not like the master's sword.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Noise that seems to resonate with multiple energies, not one.

That's as if.

"It's called the Mana Chain. "

It was something I could write about.

"I don't know what else he's crying about, but one of the things he's been crying about with someone else's wife is crazy."

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