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

The light disappeared in an instant.

Before I even knew who he was.

I looked at my body quickly.

Something's different.

But I didn't know what it was.

I only knew the extent to which my heart began to jump more vigorously than before.

I felt no more the terrible helplessness that had plagued me the whole time since I was dead.

It was refreshing

It was not overflowing, but it was full of vibrancy.

There seemed to be something else, but I had no way of knowing what it was for now.

It seemed like a better place to keep an eye on time.

As I was returning to my brain, I was so drunk that I could hear a buzzing voice.

He turned his head and there was Adelia.

I fell asleep blinking while guarding my side, which was losing my mind as always, and I woke up because of the flashes I had a little while ago.

"Haam."

Rubbing her eyes, she sighs and looks out the window.

"I thought it was morning. "

Adelia stands up as she shrieks.

I watched her as if she was having a nightmare and stepping towards the fireplace.

After she stopped walking, she picked up some of the firewood that was stacked on one side of the wall and pushed it into the fireplace.

Then I looked at the flame as it was sitting there.

"Grunts."

After a long time, she raises her body and opens her hands and starts to go back and forth in the room.

Open the window to let out the dried air and close the window again.

I'm grinding the water in the water bottle on my head.

I'm touching a blanket that hasn't been blurred.

I took care of my servant and Hudred's work, and Adelia suddenly began to crumble me.

I was afraid that my limbs would harden while I was lying down.

How thoughtful of his teasing.

The warmth blossomed from one corner of my chest.

It will not be the first time today.

You've been taking care of my body all this time without anyone knowing.

I was so grateful and loving for that dedication and service.

So I laughed without knowing.

"Hmm?"

Then Adelia looks back at my face.

When I fell asleep, I was forced to open my eyes for half an hour.

"Your Majesty? "

When she looked at me, she stuttered and took off her mouth.

Tears filled my eyes with axial sagging.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Adelia."

When I answered with a small smile, the tears that filled my eyes fluttered.

"Your Majesty!"

Adelia rushes to me, bursting into tears.

Flawless.

She stood there flawlessly, as if she were running to hold me in her arms right now.

"It's okay."

In my words, she was still the same.

"She's really fine. "

She opens her arms wide and says, "She's digging into my arms."

"Sire! Sire! Your Majesty!"

I told her how many times she called me in a snoring voice, how many times I was fine.

"I, Your Majesty... again...! "

Adelia started to weep out what was so hasty and sad.

Quadantang.

Outside the door, it got noisy.

Bang!

The door was drastically opened.

Beyond that, the face of my beloved court knight appeared.

"I... ha..."

In a short moment, a splendid expression came to mind. I repeated that I wished to disappear.

Then there was only extreme pleasure and relief.

"Uh, I'll get the fisherman."

Carls, who turned around, ran out the door.

"Your Majesty is awake! "

A serene royal palace echoes Carls' voice.

The royal palace that was so asleep woke up.

* * *

Those with ambitious perspectives have found my palace.

"Well done. "

The king smiled and smashed my shoulders.

"I can't even walk properly! What are you going to do? So it's not like you're losing weight!"

Vincent was angry.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up. "

Arwen smiles faintly.

"Brother, please take care of yourself. "

Maximilian looked at me with his red eyes and looked at me again.

Different ways of expressing it were different, but the emotions contained in them were the same.

Extreme concern and relief. And an unknown guilt and compassion.

The two emotions before were not so strange, but the two emotions behind were not known to me in English.

"Well done."

"In the future, let's not groan alone, let's talk about it. "

I asked why, and only came back with an answer I didn't understand.

I looked at my body while I was having a conversation.

I have looked at the condition of my body several times in the past, but I feel particularly meticulous today.

"It's really okay now. "

The meticulousness was too great to complain, and Vincent turned his gaze to me.

"Do not mind what the prince has to say, but look carefully at what you miss. "

Rather, the king ordered me to double-check if anything had been missed.

Eventually, I had to lie in bed until the sun went down and watch the fisherman look everywhere in my body.

"It looks like the sky helped. The energy is weakening, but the body is better than before. "

Those who heard the word of reassurance sighed with relief.

"Look, I said I'm fine. "

After waking up, I couldn't help but grumble, but there was not a single person who understood how I felt.

* *

Since that day, my body has started to improve rapidly.

At what rate, when three days passed, the body recovered enough to take a short walk without the support of others.

However, the broken Manahart and the sense of lost hands rarely showed signs of recovery.

It was false if it didn't feel shy, and if it wasn't futile, it was also false.

It's been seven years.

For the past seven years, I have lived with my sword as a part of my body. I stacked manas without going through the day.

I worked desperately to overcome my lesser talents.

It was the body that had suffered to die, and the manna that had suffered to die.

But all of them disappeared one day.

The body of the diseased became like that of the sick, and the manna that flowed through the body without breaking.

If the sense of loss is small, it was even weirder.

At first, he desperately concealed such feelings.

If I was soaked in my imagination for a moment, I quickly became a worrying face, so I couldn't feel relieved, and I couldn't see the people hovering around me.

But my knights, whom I don't care about, tried to recognize my heart like a ghost.

They opened their mouths and did not comfort me.

I just pretended I didn't know.

Except for Vincent.

"The sword is not the whole life. Look at me. How long I haven't caught a sword, and now I've forgotten how to catch one."

He bruised me rather than telling me not to be foolish.

His selfless attitude and, nevertheless, his desperate concern were so glamorous.

"I'm proud. No one wants to catch a sword. "

So I was able to treat myself without hesitation.

Of course, it wasn't uncomfortable with other articles.

Vincent's cruel comforts and the unspeakable support of his superiors were all thanks to me without further ado.

It was a feeling of gratitude I had never felt before I lost my strength, and a feeling I never looked back on while I was running.

I feel a tingling sensation on the side of my chest.

I liked that vivid feeling.

Maybe so.

At some point I was no longer hidden from them.

"Do you see the sword properly? Don't fall down like you did last time. "

As the court knights gather and train, Vincent speaks bluntly.

"Are you ignoring me now? I'm a lot of freaks if it's true. "

"What a hassle. It's not ignored, it's not true. They are slowing down the sword because they care about you for nothing. Minpep."

"Swinging slowly is also part of your training. "

"You haven't done that before, but you shouldn't increase it these days. Tsk."

"I keep saying hello. "

"It's the mood. Just by myself."

Vincent, who was brazen, asked me as if he remembered.

"Why are you shaking all over the place these days? "

"I'm bored."

Vincent looked at me pathetically.

It was a face that seemed to reproach the underlings for their boredom.

"Why? Who says what? "

It was undeniable that I had been stirring up the whole palace lately, but I was somewhat stingy and stubborn.

"Do you know what to say? Of course I'm uncomfortable."

"I keep saying hello. "

"Speaking of which, I am still the only Duke of the Kingdom, your only outsider cousin. There's nothing you can't do about it. "

"Then do the same. "

"Are you serious?"

If I'm serious, I can't get a good answer because I'm looking at Vincent's face right now.

I didn't know whether it was a sardine or not, but Vincent still had a grumpy voice and I didn't think he could handle the grumpy voice until the end of the day.

"Anyway, I didn't say it myself, but I know how uncomfortable Vincent is. "

So I turned my back moderately.

"Common sense. The prince suddenly comes into the kitchen, shows himself in the space where the maids work, or works in the middle of nowhere, and when he talks abruptly, the underlings are uncomfortable, of course. "

Vincent has been nagging me for the past few days, listing all the things I've been doing.

"They all liked it when they saw me. He just tried to die because he liked talking. "

"I didn't want to die because I liked it, but because I was afraid I'd die if I didn't pretend to like it. "

Vincent asked me.

"So what the hell is wrong with you? "

I swallowed my complaint to the end of my chin and made a heartfelt gesture.

"It's amazing. "

"What?"

"Just everything, everything. "

I wasn't just saying.

The world seemed different, because the body became this border.

Obviously, I can't hear, I can't see.

Rather, the world I'm looking at now was more pronounced than ever.

I felt like the membrane had just fallen off.

I wandered through the whole palace with such a vivid vibe.

"It's because I'm alive and dead. It's just all new and amazing. "

Vincent's nagging at me, and I stopped.

"Whoo. Do whatever you want. I don't know anymore. "

Vincent, who opened his mouth with a sigh after a while, did not open his mouth again so that the sun would set and I would rise again.

"Let's go. It's cold. "

The girl with the collar turned her foot to my palace.

When I entered the room, I grabbed the Shard Knife straight away.

As Adelia waited, she picked up a piece of wood and gave it to me.

I have remembered the past by burning statues made of balls over the past month, but I was not the only ones who had old friends to remember and mourn.

I trimmed a piece of wood with a longing memory that pops into my head.

I haven't felt comfortable with a piece like that, but Vincent asked me.

"But isn't the sculpture over? Is there another reason to make that freaky piece? "

I put down the piece for a moment and recalled the old memory for a moment.

In the shabby barracks, shortly after the battle, I remembered a man who sat down and was passionate about something without even wiping the blood on his body.

A worker who wastes precious leisure time making useless sculptures because of repeated battles and accumulated fatigue and not even enough sleep time said, "Why waste time doing such things?"

She answered my question like that with a smile.

'The faces of the dead will fade. But if you do a piece like this, whether you like it or not, you have to keep thinking about your face, so it's going to be a little longer. And if you don't even think about it, you'll see the piece again. Then it comes to mind.'

I began to tease the hand that had stopped.

"If you forget your face, look at the statue and try to recall it. "

I answered briefly and added a word.

"And not a freak. "

"Do you want to do that, but you have to do it well to do it? "

I didn't even measure what I heard.

Vincent asked again, focusing on making a sculpture for so long.

"So who are you making this time? "

He still moves the Shard Knife and flinches it.

"An outsider."

Vincent's words stopped.

But it was only for a moment, and he heard a trembling voice.

"That's your father? "

"Uh, isn't that the same thing? "

"You don't have to wash your eyes in a similar corner. "

"Vincent's a bit like that, though. It's not even new anymore. "

"Haven't you ever thought that I'm not the problem, that you're the problem? "

"No problem with me, no problem with my work. "

"He says he doesn't look alike, but he insists on something like that. "

"Should I ask Arwen again...? "

The statue was broken even before the horse was finished.

If you do it, the neck area will be broken.

Degur.

When I saw the headache rolling around the floor, I shouted without knowing.

"Beyond, outsider! "

"Why is that my father's house? "

* *

I wandered around the palace while the sun was rising.

I looked around places I had never been before, and I saw things I had never seen before.

"Aren't you cold? "

"It's okay."

"You know, inspiration. Correction. I'm cold. "

I didn't want to talk to the old servant.

Spatula.

He sat down and watched the gardener trim the plants.

"Smells good. "

"Have a bite. It's really ripe. "

The chef of the palace ate food rather than watching the potter turn the pot around.

It was fun for me to follow the maids around and watch what they were doing.

Vincent nagged several times, but ignored it.

Vincent's nagging has become more severe lately.

The level of nagging was comparable to that of the old days, as well as making the horse more comfortable.

It is good to be alive and dead, and to be cared for by those who love me with utmost care. It was also good to see the world clearly with a new sense.

But not everything was good.

Ever since I woke up dead, especially since then, I have fallen down again, as if others had seen me by the water.

I'm not even a snot-nosed kid.

When I stepped out, the sound of a few feet followed me from four to a dozen.

They usually watched me do it quietly, but if I did anything else, they stopped me.

I couldn't do anything thanks to you.

Really nothing.

All I could do was stick it in the room, trim it, or wander around the royal palace.

I overheard him shooting at the royal palace.

Something seemed to have happened to the kingdom.

"No more. The kingdom is at peace."

I asked for an outside circumstance, but the answer came from me.

I noticed that the king had fallen again this time.

This was not the first time, and it was not something I would not understand.

It was a while ago that I woke up after I died. Recently, the kingdom was mixed up and turned upside down.

I had expected enough of this.

Of course, the expectation did not mean to follow as it was.

I wander through the royal palace and take a detour to the Feud.

Those who followed me, regardless of whether they went through all sorts of places, followed me without any doubt.

"Your Majesty. As fishy as ever..."

The court knights who were guarding the Feud hardened their faces when they saw me.

"Ah, a lot of work. I was just taking a walk. "

I greeted them, pretending to greet them, and secretly blocking their way.

"But you have a visitor, don't you? "

I was alerted to the faces of the court knights.

They kept their mouths shut and answered nothing.

I guess it didn't matter.

I already know.

It was a car that received news that important guests had visited the kingdom as they came and went.

Vincent, who came through my palace all day, barely showed up. Marquis Villefeld was finally emptying his squadron. The statue also left the seat of the recorder and disappeared somewhere.

Even those in important positions in the kingdom did not seem to have made any promises.

I assure you, they will all be inside that war.

"Well, it's none of my business. I'm going. Good work. "

Then I swung their hands more roughly and turned around.

To be precise, he pretended to turn and ran towards the door of the Feud.

But as I was about to break, the broken body was so hot, and the court knights stopped me before I came to the door.

"Your Majesty said, 'No one shall enter.' Please understand."

As I watched the court knight speak to me without changing one's face, my face turned up.

I was embarrassed.

However, I could not stop my curiosity, so I dug through the court knights again rather than notice.

But before I even crossed the first line, a barrier appeared before me.

I tried several times, but the results were the same.

"Go back now. "

The court knight said like a tyre.

With a resolute face, just like the first time you stopped me.

I stretched my shoulders.

"If I hadn't done this, I wouldn't have been like this. "

The face of a knight who looked like an iron castle was cracked.

"Thy Majesty. "

Hearing the words of the frightened knight, I lamented again.

"I don't have the strength, so the lords ignore me. "

"The spirit has no heart like that! "

"If that's not the case, you won't be able to enter the Great Jubilee with a royal body."

"I can't handle it! Please reap the word! "

The court knights kneel before me.

And I said,

Chuck.

And he passed by them, and came to the door of the Great War.

"Yes. I must have misunderstood you. "

"Your Majesty? "

The look of the knights who were staring at me was dull.

"Anyway, thanks for opening the way. "

Either that or I focused on my job.

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the stories of the knights in my ear, I opened the door with all my might.

Bang.