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

Vincent Ballerhard did not believe in God, as most kingdoms do.

"Your Majesty is awake! "

At least not until the messenger comes from the crown.

"Thank God! Thank you! "

He thanked God for the first time.

"I'm going to the royal... to the royal court. "

I went straight to the royal palace.

I didn't even remember how I got out of the fort and how I got to the royal palace.

Upon regaining consciousness, he was already at the palace of the prince.

"Your Majesty is waiting. "

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. "

There's a prince in there who wished to live.

Of course I should have been happy, but I don't have time to delay here.

I was afraid to go inside.

The image of the prince who smiled brightly with a knife in his chest remained in his chest like a painter. The vibrancy and whiteness of the pre-life was still good to see.

The image of the prince lying on the bed with his eyes closed has still not been forgotten.

All of a sudden, I thought it might be someone's job to stop the Northern Army from marching. Perhaps the prince was as he was when he last left the royal palace.

So I couldn't get inside.

In case your horrible imagination becomes reality.

"The Northern Prince...?"

With the face of the court knight questioned, Vincent Baleard could barely make his own accord.

Chuck.

I assure you, the steps he has taken now require more courage than any of the steps he has ever taken.

The slow pace grew a little faster.

Choking.

Later it became like a ram run.

And finally arriving in front of the residence of the prince, he froze.

There was a prince.

The prince, who opened his eyes and breathed alive, was lying in bed looking at him.

As I watched the prince sit still in bed, Vincent Ballerhard's arrogance swirled.

It was unfortunate that a group of accidents that had never stood still lay on their beds so prominently that Yawin looked so sad.

At the same time, a thousand fires broke out in the air.

If I don't stop now, that stupid prince will throw my life away like a rooster again. I will stick a knife in my heart for my own good, as if natural.

That should never have happened again.

If someone had to die, it had to be themselves.

In order to do so, I had to fix my habits.

I had to tell my cousin, who cares about my life, not to get into an accident, even if he didn't want to hear anything stubborn.

I wanted to do it, but I dragged out all the things I couldn't say and poured them out in hard and crunchy packaging.

The prince was completely frozen.

It was a face that he did not know that his dear outsider cousin would come out here.

The fury sank.

The wrath is gone, and the joy is filled.

Thank you for living, for living.

"I'm glad you're back. Your Majesty."

That's why I told him I'd come back with a hug.

The prince had nothing to say.

I still looked at him with a face that was not shocked.

"Vincent. You're very good at hard talk. "

Then, after a while, I said something I didn't know what the admiration was.

"The Baldhad Rangers are the best in the kingdom because their mouths are dirty. And don't forget I was a ranger once, too."

It was a warning that if the same thing were repeated in the future, it would not just be cruel and harsh, but it would be blasphemous.

"I've never seen a lot of Rangers curse..."

The prince grumbles.

"The savages only pretend to be gentle in front of you. "

"Why?"

"Well, that's a lot of reasons. Beyond the Zeniths, it may be that you are a royal, and the habit of being careful when you first came to Winter Castle is hardened. because he was a child who didn't even have an adult diet. "

Vincent Ballerhard said a word before the young prince opened his mouth.

"By the way, the Jordanian is Baldhad's greatest scoundrel. If you hear him curse, your ears will rot. "

If we can even share the curse, I assure you, Jordan is a master. Even the rangers who live with swearing on their mouths can fold in front of Jordan.

"Ho. Jorden? "

Curiosity arose in the eyes of the prince.

Once upon a time, his willingness to endure that deafness was a rotten curse.

Seeing that face, Vincent Ballerhard thought to himself,

I have to let you go very far so that nothing reckless happens in front of the prince.

Vincent, who decided the fate of such a poor Ranger, hurriedly turned his back.

"Anyway, I'm sure you've heard enough of me. He doesn't listen, because he doesn't have dark ears. "

"I understood that once I told you not to roll over, you were punished after talking to other people when you were working. "

"Now that you know the point, that's it. "

Even as a child, Tyre had the impression that his attitude was inappropriate.

And I asked like a question.

The Duke of the North was overwhelmed with sentiment and tried to wage a great war, so his guilt was not small.

For Vincent Baleard, it was a sound that would not be eaten.

"If it's a personal emotion, if it's what everyone wants, it's not a personal emotion, it's already a representation."

"Your Majesty has dried up. "

"Your Majesty is not a ballerhard. "

The tradition of ballerhard is to comfort the warriors' spirits with the blood of the enemy, and to offer condolences and remembrance. There was no room for anyone else to interfere.

It was too gruesome to speak in front of the king, but Vincent Baleard was a little distant.

Nor did the king call him such a tree.

I'm guessing you're probably laughing.

As long as my mother's blood flows from my eldest son's body, I will have the full support of a closed, cohesive Ballerhard.

In fact, that was also true.

At least none of the Balahardians considered the prince to be a man.

"Whatever it was, it was a great tradition, but it all became meaningless until His Majesty came back alive. "

It was only then that the atmosphere was somewhat stiff.

Those who stayed behind only joined the conversation and celebrated the birth of the prince and welcomed him.

How long has that been going on?

The prince began to slumber.

I just sat in bed, leaning back and answering other people's questions. Between them, I was pretty tired.

Those who shook their heads and saw the sleeping prince retreated quietly as they blinded without a word.

As Adelia Bavaria remained until the end and watched the prince lay back comfortably and clear his seat, he also retreated.

Choking.

A cautious move, however, could not completely stop the sound of the armor hitting.

I finally woke up the prince's sleep.

"Vincent."

The prince summoned him with a drunken voice.

"Don't die of choking. "

"..."

"Don't just roll your head on the ground..."

Vincent Ballerhard, who was trying to answer what this ominous sound was, shut his mouth.

The prince was asleep again one day.

"Well... you can't cut your head off. "

Just as he sleeps and sleeps like that, he shakes his head.

I don't know if you can cut it off anywhere else than your head.

Out the door, Adelia Bavaria, who organized the prince's bed, followed.

Not necessarily, Vincent Ballerhard, who had something to ask her, clears his mouth beyond the door.

"When did you do that? "

Adelia Bavaria's face quickly darkened.

"I thought you'd wake up and be there. "

"All the way?"

"Yes, you've done it all the time. Not even a lot of people got out of bed. You spend most of your day lying there like that."

Vincent Ballerhard frowned.

"And..."

Seeing him like that, Adelia Bavaria hesitates several times.

"Since you woke up, you've never found a sword. "

He stiffens as he is.

An ominous imagination touched me. I came up with a terrible assumption that should never happen.

"You have just woken up. So don't be so hasty. "

He shudders at the ominous imagination that comes to his head.

"Don't take your eyes off him for a second. "

And a couple of times, and I called it in.

If anything happens, call yourself right away.

* *

Adelia Bavaria sleeps with her ears shut.

If there's anything wrong with the prince's body, I'm putting a lot of nerve into it so I can take action at any time.

However, her body, which had recently been piled up with tiredness in the barrel of her nerves, took deep swamps, unlike her will.

Roads.

"Argh."

Surprised by the sound of her snoring, she reflectively looked at the bed.

"Huh?"

She hardened as she was.

The image of the prince who was asleep as if dead was disappearing somewhere.

I fled to sleep at once.

Adelia Bavaria immediately left the room.

I'm going to open my mouth to inform you of the prince's absence.

Jaw.

Someone twisted her mouth.

Reflectively, I grasp the hand that stops my mouth and pull out the dagger that I hid in my clothes with the other hand and point it at the opponent.

However, whatever dagger she pulled, she never stabbed her opponent.

She was familiar with the moonlight of her opponent.

Gunne, there was a half-elf serving the prince.

Adelia Bavaria hurriedly releases her strength from her hands, despite the pain of her broken arms and the groaning of her torn face.

Half Elves, released from her hands, squirm their lips.

Quiet.

Then he reached out and pointed out somewhere.

I saw them hiding in the shade of the garden and in the bushes.

Court Knights and Prince's Gifts, even the only Duke in the Kingdom.

All of them were hiding the foundation and looking somewhere.

Adelia Bavaria rolled her eyes along their gaze.

At the end, there was a prince in a deep shaded garden.

Staring up at the sky in a daze. Always muttering to yourself.

When I focused on my natural nerves, I heard the words of the prince.

The prince lamented the position of the full moon, which could not light the sky white, no matter how bright it was, and groaned at his own position, where he could never face the white night again.

As Adelia Bavaria, I could not understand any of those words.

Nevertheless, the emotion of eating in it was so vivid.

I felt heartache for nothing. For some reason, tears filled my eyes.

So she watched the prince with her sluggish eyes.

The prince, who had no words, rose from the throne, twisting more than the sky.

Tuck.

I'm staring at her bluntly, and Half Elf Gunne knocks on her shoulder.

Go to your room.

Adelia Bavaria rushed to the room in astonishment at the sound of the solicitation.

I rushed into the room with a spear so that the prince would not notice.

Then I put my head on the bed and closed my eyes.

Tough toobuck.

I heard footsteps.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I heard a blanket sweep.

And after a little while, I heard a whimpering breath.

Adelia Bavaria opens her eyes quietly.

The prince who closed his eyes was asleep.

I don't even know what just happened.

Adelia Bavaria looks at the sleeping prince with a depressed face.

While desperately trying to prevent the prince from noticing it, on the other hand, he hoped that all those efforts would be colourless.

It would have been so if it had been the usual prince.

I couldn't deceive the eyes and ears of the prince, no matter how she killed the bastards, who pretended to be sleepy.

Definitely did.

But the prince didn't notice anything.

Even her mechanisms, her blurred breathing, even the presence of those who clumsily hid themselves in the shadows and bushes.

That was never a good sign.

* *

The brightness of the day frightened the guests.

They hid in the garden the other night and watched the prince.

The prince smiled and greeted them.

However, the guests had a stiff face that was consistent with the prince's hospitality.

"What's going on? "

The prince, who noticed their face late, frowned and asked.

The faces of the customers who had been frozen are now frozen.

"What the hell? "

The prince repeatedly asked, but only looked at each other, and none of the guests stood up and replied.

With such uncomfortable silence, the prince reaches out and stabs Bernardo Eli in the stomach.

"Tell me."

Nolan Bernardo Eli, who was stabbed in the stomach by a bull, shouted.

"Ho, do you think you can't use a sword! "

The whole room was frozen on so blatant and direct questions.

"What else did I say? Since morning, I thought I was in trouble again. "

I sighed with relief, as the knights promised.

"But how did you know? "

So when the prince opened his mouth again, no one immediately noticed the meaning.

"What do you mean? "

So Bernardo Eli came back.

"What is it, what is it? I don't use swords. "

The prince replied again.

Like it's not algebraic. In a big tone.

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