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

"No, why? "

One and a half months after the half-year deadline, I had no idea why I was serving my probation at this point.

When you put it in the womb and pretend like you'll never see it again. Thinking of the king's face, I frowned naturally.

"Aren't you happy? "

Carls, who saw my face, questioned me.

"I don't think so. "

There's nowhere to go but the Prince's womb, and no one knows it, so we have nowhere to meet. Do you have a happy jaw?

But there was.

"Your Majesty."

Just one day after her body was released, the maid handed me a golden envelope.

"Invitation?"

The egg blinds in a useless and colorful envelope were invitations.

Dear Prince Idrian Leonberger.

Last spring, I had to doubt my ears for the Vivo that came without a trace. To His Majesty who was so brave and strong... (groaning)

The speeches are handed over quickly.

"I am glad to hear that you have recovered so much that you can go out of the palace again during the days of bitter times.

I ignored useless phrases.

Prepared a small gathering to celebrate His Majesty's pleasures with members of the [Social Club for Special Confucians only] in the coming spring. Please attend the meeting to shine and...

If you intercept the content of an invitation that was framed with a useless sentence,

Meet me in commemoration of your release.

I could say.

"I thought there was nowhere to be welcomed, but there's a place to say you're out of your mind. "

An unexpected invitation. I asked the maid about [social clubs for special recipients only].

"This is a social gathering that you were a member of. "

The maid was somehow a frivolous face.

"Why? Is this a strange place? "

The maid answered my question with a difficult face.

"For the girls, the breeze of the Confucians is impossible. "

To enjoy the breeze would mean to eat bonamana and be a bitch.

I'm also busy training right now, but I didn't want to attend such a useless meeting. So I tried to be unhappy.

"A wise, brave and thoughtful prince Idrian, eternal friend of His Majesty, Bernard of Eliga ().

Not until you see the sender's name.

"Eli?"

"Confucius Bernard Eli is the president of the [Social Club for Special Confucius Only]. "

The maid said, "It seems that I lost my memory by asking who Bernard Eli is. But I didn't ask for it.

Eli.

It was a name I remember.

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[100 years ago, the fall of Earl Eli, who was insisting on Manah Hart until the end, made Manah Hart a lowly instrument for mercenaries.]

On the day we talked about Mana Hart, there was the name of Earl Eli, one of the names said by the outsider.

"Your Majesty, what should I do? If you attend, you will prepare, and if you are unhappy, I will send you communication. "

The maid asked while she was locked in her mind.

"I'll attend."

"... I will know and do my best. "

The maid's face became noticeably darker. I was very disappointed that I was attending the meeting.

It seems like an unhealthy gathering. So the maid is staring at me with her face that she can't be my habit.

But attending the meeting wasn't for unhealthy play.

"Earl Eli..."

It was because I was interested in the family that held Mana Hart until the end.

* *

It's not a banquet, it's a small club gathering. I thought it was enough to just go to the body without having to prepare. But that was an illusion.

"No, I'm going to a meeting. "

"Your Majesty has changed so much that you need to get dressed all over again. "

Inventory of dimensions, again.

"Still?"

The tailor has been harassing me all day.

"There is a saying that clothes are wings. It takes a little patience to get those wings on. "

"Are you kidding me? Is this a body that can fly with wings? "

I was so annoyed that the tailor said with a face filled with a sense of mission.

"I'll take all the heat and last name you need! Even if you can't fly, I'll do my best to satisfy you! "

Damn it. You don't have to die to tell me you can fly.

I had to, but my body was a little bit like that. My body, which now coexists well between clumsily expanded muscles and fat, was that of a typical muscle pig.

I don't know, but if you put on your clothes, you won't get any better.

"Yeah, I got it. Well done."

I said that again and entrusted my body to the tailor. No, I tried to leave it to him.

"Did you even make my old clothes? "

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

My first encounter with the wrecked man came to mind. The clothes that were useless and fancy to suit a pig's body, that's his work.

"What color are you going to make it? "

"Of course, according to your taste, in gold, silver, or white..."

"Okay, let's do it in black. "

I cut off the tailor's words at the crack. If I left it there, it would be like a clown's tail like the old wreck.

"What, black? "

"The decoration is minimal, and the design is concise. "

The tailor quickly became a gloomy face.

It wasn't a mess, it was his taste.

I opened my eyes and asked the tailor a few times. Don't make it fancy.

"I will do as I please. "

The tailor answered with a dead voice. I didn't like this situation when my mouth popped out.

But what am I gonna do?

The party wants to be dressed like that. The party is a king.

Soon after returning to that dimension, the tailor returned with his finished garment branch.

"I have not missed a word of your command. "

Until I received the order, I was full of pride in the tailor's face for the completion. Roughly ignored and looked at the clothes.

"Mmm."

Obviously the clothes were right as I ordered them.

Colour is black, decoration is minimal and design is simple. But I felt strangely splendid. That said, it was ambiguous.

"Certainly the same as you ordered. "

I'm frowning with a branch of clothing, the tailor confidently said.

"Who told you that? "

I dressed with the help of a tailor and a maid.

"It fits without adding or subtracting. "

"Hoo."

I was so complained about the clothes that I wore. A finely toned black, monochrome upper and brown shoe. The knights wore a coat that resembled the uniform they usually wear.

Even my body, which I thought was unbearable, seemed perfectly fine.

"You were good. "

"Your Highness, it seems that the hardness of life has melted away for 40 years. "

A proud answer, he certainly had the skills to do so.

"I'll leave you the clothes for the banquet. "

"I'm going to start working right now. "

"No, wait a minute. It's going to be a little different. "

Until the royal banquet the King had asked to attend, there were only two months left. And two months was enough time for me to burn the rest of my body.

"Then you can always give it to me. I'll come running right away."

The tailor who was so excited by my compliments left to say hello.

I look at myself in front of the mirror once again.

"I've fallen in love. "

I've been out of age for some time, but I haven't seen my face in a while. The disc of Mannani didn't look so bad.

It was a pretty good face to hear that he was handsome somewhere.

"Are you dressing up?"

I felt the look on my face as I smiled alone. As I turned my gaze, the maid looked at me in a corner that did not shine in the mirror.

That look was really strange.

It was like, "You're floating," and it seemed like you were amazed by the way you looked.

"Hmmm."

I coughed for nothing because of the embarrassment.

* *

A few days later, it became the day of the meeting.

"Your Majesty, five of you, including me. "

After being placed in the womb of the prince, Karls and other court knights stood still. I was terribly nervous in case something went wrong.

"Relax. It's right in front of my nose. Something's going on. "

Of course, the seeds were not eaten either.

That's how one wagon appeared from a distance while Carls and a bunch of knights were nervous. It was a four-wheeled carriage painted with a golden lion trampling on a white dragon.

"Climb up."

I nodded and climbed onto the wagon. The maid followed me on the wagon, and Carls and the court knights boarded the horses and escorted them to a large escort.

"Then let's go. "

The wagon has departed at my word.

"I will close the window. "

Scared to leave the royal palace, Karls approaches and closes the overlay door on the wagon window. A thick steel plate made to stop the shooter came out and cut off the outside world.

"I thought I'd take a look. "

I've been trying to see how the world has changed for hundreds of years. Knowledgeable, especially today, if the nerve is a stubborn Carls, I will turn the wagon back to the royal palace as soon as I open the door.

I was bored. I didn't even know how much money I spent in the wagon. It was a completely different world. It's too quiet, too static, and I'm stuck in it.

"Hmm?"

When I twist my body around, I look at the corners of the wagon and I can see the maid. Until I first saw him, he was like a thirsty skeleton, and now he is quite tall and reveals his fine posture.

So I became more noticeable. A nasty scar carved over that fine skin.

"That wound..."

The maid opened her collar in my words. But that wasn't enough to cover the big scars on the neck.

"Because of the lack of girls, I have bought your heart, and I deserve to be punished. "

Dammit. I was just wondering what the hell he was doing.

I looked reassured and embarrassed, but I didn't know where the cramped wagon was. I soon ran into my eyes again.

"Mmm."

Then, the maidens who opened their eyes and saw the first and the last before closing their eyes were the maidens who didn't even know their names.

"What's your name? "

So I asked for a name, and the maid looked at me like a deer. The mood sank even more.

Good eyes, fine skin, and scars. It's not what I did, but why I feel guilty.

"This is Adelia Bavaria. Your Majesty."

She said her name as if she were rude.

"What?"

And when I heard the name, I hardened it.

"Bavarian?"

"I barely put my name on the Noble List. There's a place you might be interested in..."

Even before her cautious remarks were all over, a reflective question emerged.

"You are the descendant of the Bavarian family? "

"Your Majesty? "

Oh, my God.

I put my forehead on vertigo.

I never thought I'd hear that name like this.

Agnes Bavaria

A warehouse of memories that was piled up with dust on. One of his longing names popped out.