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

Kars Ulrich knew better than anyone what he was doing.

He never said much.

I had no way of first revealing what I wanted to do, what I was going to do, or what I was thinking. I had trouble as an escort.

The prince was so speechless.

Even more so when he was holding the sword.

The prince was a great man when he had time to chat with you.

Such a prince had a lot to say today.

Kars Ulrich knew what time the prince said so much.

When you have something to teach, when you publicly trample on your opponent.

The battle with Earl Baleard was the former, and the most recent battle with the Western Sword was the latter.

I think it was the latter side today.

Kars Ulrich saw the prince.

The prince raises his jaw arrogantly and looks at a writer named High Elph and rolls up his purchase.

Cold eyes are filled with anger and hostility.

The image of the prince seemed to define the High Elves completely as enemies.

It was a distinctive arrogant face that the prince seemed to be facing the enemy.

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

At that time, the prince breathed his manna into the sword.

Master's evidence, AuroraBlade is on the sword.

Carls admires the glorious and intense flashes of light whenever he sees them.

But at that moment,

Strong.

Carls' heart beats loudly. Mana's ring begins to resonate with a sudden fluctuation.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

It was then that the prince's sword was changed.

"It's called the Mana Chain. "

It was the resonance of the Mana, which was not permitted to those who made the Mana in the heart, but only to those who built the Mana in the ring.

"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. "

And among the waves that resonated so much was Carl's own.

Carls looks around with his eyes open.

I saw the faces of some of my colleagues who had embarrassing faces.

Those who had been with the prince for a long time, all of whom had been at war with the prince.

And there were those who once had voices that sounded as if their throats would explode in a strange song that was ringing on the battlefield.

At war.

The name of the miracle used by the prince along with Muhammad.

Only then could Carls realize that his ring had reacted during the war.

It was nothing new.

Carls has also been through a number of wars.

If there was only a difference, Carls himself joined the war at the time, but now there was only a very minor difference that he joined regardless of my doctor.

Ignoring the parties' intentions and resonating with someone else's Mana like this, I want to know if it was really feasible.

Moreover, the prince did not try to say a single verse out of his mouth.

Carls became a fallen face.

When I pretended to be amazed, there was nothing surprising about the miracles the prince had done.

At this point, it was not surprising that the prince suddenly used magic.

Kars, who regained his peace, saw the prince again.

And I realized.

Today's battle was not just to trample on the High Elves.

The prince's eyes were talking.

Look at him.

How the elves fight, how I fight. And what to do when dealing with elves.

The moment I saw those eyes, Carls had a hunch.

I know the prince has been preparing for a war against the Elves all along.

I knew that the day would soon come when I would fight the elves.

Carls blamed himself.

It was a long time ago that the prince of the kingdom became bloody by an elf. It has not been long since the Elves warned us of their dangers, despite the heinous nature of their people.

Even if I had a reason to come here to help the kingdom, I didn't understand that I had forgotten that warning so soon.

He seems to have been possessed by an angel. I was fooled by the good temperament that appeared on the outside.

Without it, I could not have forgotten my awareness and been defenseless.

A sword rises sharply in Karls' heart.

In time, the vigor of the court knights who surrounded the armoury set the day apart.

Everyone counted the wishes of the prince.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

As the power of the court knights became sharper, the prince's sword also changed sharply.

"That's good."

The prince smiled satisfactorily.

I grabbed the sword with my two hands.

"Come."

The high elf lowers into position with a stiff face.

And at that moment,

Open.

Elves are gone.

No, it looked like it was gone.

Grab it!

Following a sharp metal tone, Carls turns his head.

An elf at the end of the armor reached the front of a new prince and recovered his sword.

The Elf's Sword has turned blurred.

Grab it!

The metal tone burst again.

It was only after the sound of metal burst that I could barely tell where the sword had been stabbed.

Tak-tak.

I heard the noise of kicking the floor of the Smoke Arm. The Elves are blurred again.

The prince turned around and drew his sword toward the back.

Bang!

When I went back, the elves were there.

An elf draws a circle into the air with a bouncing sword.

I heard the metal sound again.

The elf hid a new look.

Shh, shh, shh.

I repeated that a white shadow appeared around the prince and disappeared.

Speed that's hard to chase with your eyes.

In contrast, the prince stood there and did not move a single foot.

If the High Elves were a storm, the prince was Tae San.

The storm drove away as if it would shave away the fetus. Tae San blew out the wind and bounced.

The sword echoes sharply and throws out a metal tone. The flash flashes, and the sharp siege bursts out without rest.

"That's right. I don't care about the good sword. "

The prince dies while the sound of striking the sword continues.

"Your Majesty has no intention of showing me the underworld, and so do I. "

The first word was heard in front of the prince, and the last one was heard behind the prince.

Saaaaaaah.

As if a serpent were flying his tongue, a silver and white glimmer flashed.

Until then, the prince who was straightening his back suddenly bowed and turned his body half a turn.

A dark blue light sweeps around it, breaking the floor of the Smoke Arm.

A piece of stone splattered and dust gushed out.

Dozens of metal notes burst into it.

Then, at some point, I snapped and stopped.

Kars gave strength to his eyes.

A prince standing in the middle of the dirt was revealed.

The prince stretched his sword. I looked at my shoulder with my eyes.

Aggravation.

The prince's shoulder turned red.

The prince, who looked at my shoulder with indifferent eyes, shook his arm once and looked forward again.

It looks like there's no scar on the shoulder.

With the exception of the red turned shoulders, it was no different from when I first entered the tournament.

Not on the elf side.

The hair that had been finely braided and stretched out became broken, and the uniform that was as neat as the priest's uniform was torn to pieces.

The first look I was contemplating was unfortunate.

Ugh.

The elf raises his hand and strokes my neck.

Then I frowned.

White gloves quickly sucked blood and turned red. The necklace of the uniform was also dyed red.

"That would be the first wound. "

Seeing such an elf, the prince said:

"I heard the High Elves consider keeping their wounded opponents intact for the first time. "

Elf's face froze in blatant provocation.

Then I became completely unrepresentative.

At the same time, Elf's temperament changed perfectly.

The mysterious and good fairy no longer existed.

The only thing there was a ghost man with deaf-eyed eyes between his sporadic heads.

The wind blows around the elves.

It was like a breeze blowing into a humid valley.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

The deafening eardrums of the married woman howl.

Kars' whole body is full of chicken flesh.

He found the prince unconscious.

Fortunately, the prince was not very surprised by the period.

"The name of the Swordsman is Whispering Wind, it's perfect. This is exactly what the wind pours on the grave."

Rather, I was pleased.

And to add, let's hear what the married man's wind whispers.

"Keep in mind that everything that happens from now on is your own. "

Then High Elf said.

It was as profane and intimate as the changed temperament.

The prince touched the tip of the sword instead of answering.

The elf looks at the prince like that and stretches his sword.

"Ahhh."

The elves start humming low.

Then he took a step, dragging his toes.

Chug, chug, chug.

A low, silent humming comforts the sound of turning off the toes.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

There was the sound of the sword scratching the floor again.

Strange noise that makes the mind of the listener obscure.

Karls gave Oxyx a heart, twisted.

"Argh."

Moaning flowed from there.

It was a groaning of pain, as if it had been crushed by a nightmare.

The sound of the elves humming speeds up a little. The sound of the toes getting squeaky also gradually shortens the interval. The sound of the sword scratching the floor changes urgently.

I spit out the sound of the court knights suffering.

Kars also sighs and sighs of longing.

Right then.

Ooooooooooooo.

I dug a clear sword into my ear.

At the same time, the ring resonates as desired and begins to vomit Mana.

"Ah!"

The spirit of Kars, who was confused, awakened.

But he was just a moment too.

The elf's fingers begin to invade the ritual again.

Carls raised his hand. I tried to stop my ears and turn Mana to resist that song.

"Don't stop your ears! "

If it had not been for the Prince's communion, it would indeed have been.

But the prince said to endure even if it was painful. It's a rare opportunity to hear a finger called by a high elf.

"Remember your senses now. "

And don't forget now.

Before I even questioned what I was supposed to remember, Carls' ring started to cry.

Ooooooooooooooo!

At the same time, the prince's sword soared.

* *

I filled my tongue.

I saw court knights groaning in front of me.

Kars woke up with one or both of his necessities and was resisting, but his power was strong.

I haven't even started full-scale swordsmanship yet, but he's just humming his fingers.

At the start of this full-scale scrub, he could have been caught dancing and eaten by his fingers.

Even now, I had to stop him.

And I was capable enough.

His power is equivalent to an overload that has been vandalized.

I could shoot him as many times as I wanted without using a mythical amusement such as [Poem of Penance] or [Poem of Opening Wall].

It was not up to me to stop the prelude to this song.

But I didn't.

So I ended up with my own personal triumph.

What I wanted was much bigger than that.

Nymphs go to the forest, dwarves go underground.

The pledge of the Final Declaration has already been fulfilled.

Sigrun and the high elves in front of his eyes, who went out of the forest and found the kingdom without invitation, were the proof.

It was natural.

The era when even the mythical moonlighting became a meaningless song.

When the promise of the Final Declaration became an old story with no one to believe in.

The gold that was given to the evil fairies was already gone, but there was no defeat.

Destruction of pledges was inevitable, and war was destined.

At that time, man had to fight the fairies again, as in the age of the Great War.

But now it was different from the era of the Great War.

Cross-border knights no longer existed, and even the progeny of that great climate were only close to transcendence.

There was no stopping monsters like Sigrun from coming out into the world.

In this way, when war breaks out, man loses.

But there was no law in the world to just die.

Muhamun Shi was forgotten, but there was a new power for humans now.

Mana Chain.

Similar to the Elves' Finger, but different resonance power.

I gather together the Mana released from the heart to form a small loop.

It was merely an imitation, so it was inherently incomparably unstable and its waves were weak, but it was enough to induce heart and resonance.

What was lacking was borrowed from others.

It would not have been possible if I hadn't woken up to the war.

I saw the High Elf.

The slander that one race had been grinding and wiping for years was slowly taking shape.

In comparison, the fake rings I created and the resonance of the court knights were nothing more than crude songs with no strength.

But, uh...

"I wasn't wrong. "

I was convinced.

This power wasn't mine alone.

This was an enlightenment given to me by an outsider who resonated with a ring at my martial arts.

A lot of Rangers and Knights of Winter Castle told me about it.

A miracle that many humans refined while I was asleep and finally established as one.

The Mana Chain has been another sword acquired by man since Muhammad.

Chuck.

At that instant, the Nymph's prosecutor began to rub his sword.

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