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

Adelia Bavaria has always thought.

It's strange that you don't know where we are.

I didn't mean to suddenly change my personality.

He was so dual.

It was a slightly different story from the outside and inside.

At some point, he was like an old man who was about to die. Once again, I felt like a child who was just learning the world.

And smarter than anyone, and ignorant than anyone.

At the same time, he was surprisingly greedy and ridiculously greedy.

It was also poignant and generous.

He was an old man with deep wrinkles. He was a sluggish kid with no wrinkles.

He was as if he had brought together the conflicting facets that man could have.

Is that so?

The assessments of those who met him or experienced him were dramatically staggered.

As the knights say, he was a brave, courageous, devoted knight.

As the nobles say, he was a ruthless, cunning, disobedient prince.

As the maids or the bottoms say, he was a slutty, generous backman.

And when Adelia Bavaria saw him,

"Lovely, sweet one. "

It was like a frightened child.

She was weaker than anyone, and it was worth laughing at the people of the world for being so peaceful with the greatest knight in the kingdom.

But she really thought so.

The first such thought was around the time Earl Baleard was killed.

At that time, he was as tired of white as a child who made a big mistake. He shriveled and was proud of who would blame him.

I don't even know how to express the sadness in my heart. The image of a young prince who could not shed a tear has remained so vivid in her heart even now for years.

How miserable and pompous he was to overthrow the king of the Orcs and pour out the sorrow he endured.

Adelia realized his age for the first time.

He then became more bold. I was braver. And stronger.

In the eyes of others, it seemed so.

But Adelia, who served him right on the horizon, thought otherwise.

He shrunk even more. I got more scared. It became weaker.

I was frightened of losing my beloved.

Some days they dreamed of nightmares, and they mourned and shed tears all the time. At that time, Adelia Bavaria spent the night by his side holding his hand firmly and wiping away the bite on his cheeks.

He didn't even know what he had been up to all night, and he spent the day as always.

Outsiders, northern men, swordfish.

The war continues and the names he regains in silence continue to grow. But he still didn't know about his dreams.

That was a secret only Adelia Bavaria knew, which neither party knew.

At least not until that night when the Queen's death was reported to Fort Silver Lion.

The king came in late at night, curled up in sweat and wiped his whole body with his hands less floating.

He first learned what nightmares his eldest son suffered every night, which he thought was just solid.

Since that day, the king's attitude toward him has softened.

Adelia Bavaria did not find it any strange.

Hundreds of times, the poor man's brain, who suffers from nightmares and apologizes every night, will not be able to crush him if he knows the weight of death and sorrow he bears.

But even if he knew the weight of grief he was carrying, there was something the king did not know.

The most unfortunate contradiction among his many duality and contradiction.

He was terribly afraid that his beloved might be wrong. However, he was not unusually interested in his life and his life.

It seemed as if he regarded himself as irrelevant at any point in time of death, as if he considered himself self-sufficient when he fell by the force of battle.

Seeing that, Adelia Bavaria realized.

When the moment comes to choose between life and death, he says he will choose his own death without hesitation at all.

After realizing that, Adelia Bavaria changed.

I wanted to be his strength. Don't let that moment of choice come to him, let him take his place if that moment comes.

It was for that reason that Jill himself joined forces to subdue the bad mercenaries.

But her efforts and determination were awkward, and the moment she wished she hadn't come, Gear came.

I'm standing in front of an overwhelming presence that I've never heard of before.

"Adelia."

I heard his voice.

She turns her head in search of her voice, even under the pressure of a scattered soul.

He was there.

I want a calm face where urgent situations don't suit me.

My chest fluttered, and I sat down.

An ominous imagination bloomed in my head.

She denied it.

I don't think so. It shouldn't be.

Her wishes were shattered indefatigably.

I had a good dream thanks to you.

A voice that sounds like a dream without knowing where it is.

My head is twitching. My legs are loosening.

She got tired of being white.

I forced my hardened body to move.

In exchange for disregarding an undeniable presence, terrible suffering has come.

Red blood has flowed under Adelia Bavarian's sympathetic nose. I choked with blood at the door of the door.

Blood spilled from my ears and eyes.

She couldn't stand it and ended up falling.

"Argh."

I reached out. I bent my finger and grabbed the floor. I pulled as hard as I could, grabbing the floor so that my nails would be pulled out and broken.

She lays the floor like that.

"Your Majesty! "

Screaming in your mouth.

But before her screams, before her flesh reaches him,

Puwook.

A horrible wave of noise dug into my ear.

Laryngoscope.

The red blood was dropping under his feet after turning his back.

Red blood quickly soaked his feet and became a small puddle.

"Ah, ah..."

My body trembled like a lion.

Tear it apart, she opened her eyes,

"Arghhhhhh!"

I screamed.

And at that moment,

"Great War, godless people who have lost their vows. "

It was a coughing voice, and a surprisingly clear voice was excavated.

"I command you as an observer of the Declaration. "

The world trembled.

"Go back to the promised bail. "

Aggravation!

A glorious light burst out and swallowed up the world.

And time passed.

As Adelia, I had no idea how much time had passed.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing that came to her eyes was the trail of elf soldiers who left only armor behind and concealed their enemies.

But, uh...

"Ahhh..."

The monster to be cursed remained.

Though the head, which had been flattened, would have been unraveled and scattered, she still stood there.

The elf raises his hand and puts it halfway across my face.

and shrugged.

At first, the vibrations, which were limited to the shoulders, spread throughout the elf's body.

So she shook her whole body,

"Kick Kick."

I laughed.

"Ah. I never imagined His Majesty would take a piece of a pledge that no one would remember. There's nothing to say but that this is amazing. "

She lowers her hand, smiling like a madman for a long time.

Empty eyelids, one eye that had not existed from the beginning.

"But what can I do? I heard that Kekemuk took out a pledge with all his life, but I only collected a few Sentinels and one Eye. "

The elf smiles at you like a madman again.

"I don't care."

That's when he opened his mouth.

"If you're going to lose the pledge, I'll just execute it. "

The elf laughs flawlessly at his words.

But she quickly twisted her mouth again and began to laugh.

"I hope you don't believe that sword will help. He's just an observer, and he can't do that. "

"If you're just an observer. "

His blood sputum boiling voice stabilized remarkably quickly. On the contrary, the agitation of the Elves' eyes grew.

"I am an observer, at the same time a notary of pledges. "

"What the hell..."

He opens his mouth again before the elf's words are finished.

"Teacher and friend of Agnes Bavaria. The one who succeeded in maintaining her. "

At the same time, a faint glow began to flow from his body.

"Even the name of Iron Blood and its immortal soul are shared! "

"What have you been saying...! "

"A comrade who has won so many wars! "

The sword he dug into my chest, and I pulled it out.

"One of the Six Enders of the Great War! "

At that moment, his sword began to cry.

Aaaaaaaaaah.

A serendipitous sword, at the same time an unfathomable energy stretched out everywhere.

"As the executor of the covenant, I hereby pronounce. "

In that endless horde of light, he pronounced.

"The sin of breaking the covenant is nothing but extinction that cannot be saved. "

The complete extinction, the most horrible death penalty, of which not even the soul remains.

The death penalty was thus vigorously resisted.

"Kekemuk is a vow, now he's a section. "

Goooooooooo.

The elves raise their energy.

"I am the executioner of the clan, the head of a thousand centinels. It is the king's sword."

The whole world trembled at the tremendous earthquake that overturned the heavens and the earth.

"I declare here on behalf of the clans, cut off the shackles of a thousand years. "

As if he were laughing at his sentence, the elf dies.

In front of that machining and blatant mockery, he said,

"The fate of the four clans was determined by that word. "

I just sighed low.

And at that moment, the serpentine light that surrounded him completely swallowed him up.

Chuckle. Chuckle.

I heard a heavy iron sound in the glorious sphere of light.

The Elf's eyes are full of Cipherian glances. She grabs the sword and knocks on the sphere of light, full of light.

Bang, bang!

The sky cries, the earth shakes.

A stung containing the power of each of you to defeat a stronghold.

A crack occurred in the golden sphere.

The Elf's stung hits the gap stubbornly.

Heh heh.

Then finally, the sphere split with the sound of the clanging and clanging.

In the eyes of the Elves, the light of victory comes to mind.

However, it was a hasty judgment.

Evil.

In a split sphere, an elaborate flash rushes out.

The elf twists. The glimmer literally grazed her and disappeared into that far plain.

"This is..."

I saw an elf cut off. Then I lifted up my wobbling eyes and saw a sphere split in half.

The sphere, which was split into two, was scattered with shining dust.

And in it he revealed himself.

with dragons and lions' heads on their left and right shoulders,

With a glorious golden armor that looks like it was made out of light.

Grab a sword as big as my height in my hand.

The golden knight looks at the elf. And I recited it harshly.

The stairs to the sky are falling.

But the aftermath of that short recitation can never be brutal or trivial.

All that is left is the screaming of the ravenous people on the stairs.

One species lost the possibility of eternity.

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