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

"Now, be nice. "

The rider continued to whisper softly.

캭, Kaaak!

The non-dragon, who was roughing his head, hung his neck late.

But what I don't like is that the non-dragon has been snoring ever since.

"Right. Good. "

The rider's hand sweeps through the long nostrils of the non-dragon.

Krrrrrr.

The non-dragon cries low and closes its eyes.

"Whoo."

Then the rider, Jean Kathryn, sighed for a long time.

His gaze, which had barely calmed the non-dragon, turned to the surroundings.

Kaaaah!

"Whoa. Keep your mind down. We're the only ones here."

Weirdly excited non-dragons, sweaty riders who run those non-dragons.

Jean Catherine frowns.

"What the hell is going on? "

Even though sensitive non-dragons often perform deep breaths, it was rare to feed a child as it is today.

I can't believe one or two of them are so excited that the rest of the non-dragons in the citadel are making a fuss all at once.

There was no good sign.

As things turned out, the riders were more than just non-dragons.

That was also the case.

I didn't feel strangely stable.

If my heart jumped without reason, my body became cold without reason.

I was anxious.

Not even the Imperial Army, which suddenly concealed its longing, but all the non-dragons who were bothered before.

If His Majesty comes back, there will be some answers.

Jean Catherine asks you to calm down, thinking of a king who crosses the border with non-dragon knights for reconnaissance.

"Jean!"

Jean Kathryn, who was soaking in contemplation, raises her head.

Prince Doris was waving his hand from afar.

Nice speed, you son of a bitch.

Prince Doris had only a bright look on the inside of the citadel.

"The Guardian is busy. Who's going to cheer up the non-dragons? The non-dragon knights are going to die. "

I didn't think it was worth it, but the prince never listened with his ear back as always.

"Lose more than that. Did you hear that?"

The prince drops a pack of sheep, even if he hears something great.

"If it's the story of your good friend, I'll give you a specification. I'm not the only one who tells his story besides you. "

I wasn't just saying.

After it became known that Ian of the Vale Mercenaries was a prince of the Kingdom of Leonberg, nobles and knights told the story of the military Idrian Leonberger.

Especially the soldiers who were shouldered together on the front lines, or the knights who saved their lives, kept their mouths open and kept their military dancing tales up.

Even the head of the citadel, Commander Burke Berten, mentioned the name several times and showed a strange bond.

As a wizard, Jean Catherine rarely understood the feelings of such knights.

This is why the distinction will not even be made between the Dothrin Army and the Leonberg Army.

"Ah. Just a quick, useless news. "

The prince stretches his shoulders with a disappointed face in Jean Kathryn's chaotic attitude.

As you can imagine, I've heard a few stories about Prince Leonberg this time.

"What's so good about him? "

"He's a friend."

"You should think so, too. Why do you think you only think that? "

This time the prince did not listen to him.

"If you give me this Gobi, I will advance with the Leonberg Empire Army, and maybe I'll have a chance to get back on the same battlefield. "

The prince, who still had a convenient ear to hear only what he wanted to hear, said only what I had to say.

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Now that it wasn't new, Jean Kathryn looked at the prince with an ever-present face.

"I was a little pushed last time, but this time I'm confident. "

A long time ago, the prince who succeeded in making a verse of the royal family completely my own, noticed that I wanted to boast about my accomplishments in front of the next royal family.

"You haven't forgotten he's eight years younger than you, have you? "

As Jean Kathryn, he asked if he wanted to be recognized by a prince of another country who was younger than himself.

"Yes, Ian is amazing. I can't believe I heard soldiers at that young age. Even our monster emperor didn't get that nickname. "

The prince doesn't even know it's Vignan, and he laughs.

Jean Kathryn sighs.

Because of this, you can't see the day standing around and roasting around.

But he couldn't finish what he was about to say.

"Uh, uh! "

"Why is he suddenly doing this? "

The non-dragon knights' confused voices dig their ears.

Jean Kathryn looks at the flawed quarter.

Kaaaaaaah!

Khh!

I saw the non-dragons that had barely calmed down in unison.

I wasn't just jumping.

The non-dragons were completely insane.

The knights of the spear are desperately soothed, but the more excited the dragons are, the more they fly.

In an instant, the place where the non-dragons were gathered became a mess.

Jean Catherine hurriedly heads to the resort.

"Irene!"

He rushes out, calling out the name of my non-dragon who is winging like he's going to fly right now.

When he got to the entrance to the quarter.

"Huh?"

The roar of the non-dragons roared, and they stopped.

The dusty breeze that worked so hard on the strong wings swept away somewhere.

The turbulent non-dragons lay flat on their necks with their bellies hanging long.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Like a frightened dog, groaning.

The vivid figure of Jean Catherine stiffens.

Chuckle.

It creeps me out.

He twists his stiff neck and looks outside the citadel.

The sky, which looks beyond the tall wall, is red with sunset.

Jean Kathryn raises her head, feeling disguised.

The sun that rises in the sky.

It was too early for sunset.

Jean Catherine looks back at the sky beyond the walls.

A sky that blooms like Azizi.

The smell of sulphur burns through the tip of your nose.

"Ah..."

The moment he smelled the intense scent, he naturally found out.

The red light, which he thought was a sunset, suggested that it was the type of wave that caused something enormous.

The air that dried up in an instant.

My eyes were drenched. My skin looked itchy, even with a skin disease. Every time I breathe and drink, my eyes tingle.

"Warlock! Prepare for the raid! "

He cries out, enduring the pain of tearing his throat.

At that moment.

Eww.

The other side of the sky split.

Grumpy.

And a red flame gushed out of the gap.

It was then that dozens of layers of translucent membranes, which the Warlocks combed, covered the upper part of the fort.

Tough.

The hard shield melts instantly.

That's it.

"Ugh!"

Jean Catherine lost her mind in the terrible pain of shaking her insides.

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The first thing that came to Jean Kathryn's eyes after regaining consciousness was a world that was all red.

overflowing flames,

The ruins of the wall and fortress that melted so horribly.

Soldiers who run here and there with pressed iron armor.

All that was unrealistic.

Jean Kathryn, who looked at him in a frenzied manner, raised his body.

No, I tried to stir it up.

But my body didn't move.

I've tried it a few times, but it was only half the torso.

Even then, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Jean Catherine closes her eyes.

My head was bruised.

It was like a dream.

He stutters his memory.

I have a memory somewhere, but it was cut off.

Having a chatty conversation with a silly prince, Byungryong suddenly makes a fuss and runs to calm Irene down.

Suddenly, my body hardened and I looked up at the sky...

Ah...

Jean Kathryn, who recalls the flames that were pouring out, floats, and someone forces him to rise.

He opens his eyes as he closes his mouth.

Your Majesty...?

There was Prince Doris before his eyes.

The ends of the hair were charred and the whole body was ripe, but relatively intact.

I was relieved when I saw the sound of it in the middle of the night.

I'm glad you're alive. I'm glad you're okay.

He was relieved a few times.

"...!......!"

In the meantime, the prince kept saying,

But I didn't hear anything.

I laughed at the feeling of eating something cheap.

The prince shook his body.

I didn't feel anything about other people's bodies.

I was just dizzy because my vision was shaking.

"...!......!"

The prince waves him in haste.

Then I suddenly raised my hand.

Jean Catherine was frightened.

Even in a blurred consciousness, iron gloves are stuck in the prince's hands.

Now, wait...

The moment I opened my mouth and tried to scream, my eyes flashed.

At the same time, the sensation of the body, which felt nothing but what was left of it, returned.

My cheeks are fluttering.

But the real pain wasn't the cheek.

Strand breakage pain in the long haul.

"Evil!"

Jean Catherine screams.

Immediately after that,

"Jean! Wake up! "

The sound of silence returned to the world.

"Jin! Jin! Please calm down..."

The prince shook his hand.

"Stop! Stop! You crazy prince! I want to kill someone! "

Once again, Jean Catherine desperately shouted, who wanted to avoid getting her cheeks in her iron gloved hands.

"Jean! You're awake! "

"I woke up earlier! The Knights are ignorant! Why don't you treat the reverse flow wizard like that..."

Even before Jean Kathryn threw up in tears.

Warlock.

Prince Doris hugs him.

"Thank God. I know what happened to Jean... I'm so glad. "

In response to that desperate voice, Jean Catherine kept her mouth shut.

"Are you hurt anywhere? "

"Thanks to His Majesty's generosity, my teeth are shaking. "

"Gene's out of his mind, so there's no choice..."

"Take off your gloves and hit your cheeks. "

At that time, the prince let him go and retreated.

"Oh, this? It's not peeling. It's probably melting and sticking to the skin. "

It took some time for Jean Kathryn to understand that.

I looked back at the look of the prince after he was dumbfounded.

It was an illusion that the prince thought he was fine.

The iron armor melted in half, and the bare flesh turned red.

He was seriously injured.

"Anyway, thank God. Jean."

Despite that mess, the prince was just relieved of Jean Catherine's safety.

"Can it happen? "

The moment he tried to say something, the prince asked.

Jean Catherine, who recalls the situation of the citadel, shuts her mouth.

Then he got up from his seat before the prince gave him a boost with his pressed hand.

His eyes were singing in pain as though the blade was shaking in his stomach, but he did not give a whiff.

The situation of the Citadel is now right in his eyes, which stirred him up close by enduring dizziness.

"Ah..."

The first time he aroused himself, he saw the appearance of the citadel properly.

"My foot! My foot!"

A soldier, whose feet melted without any shape, screamed.

"Ugh. Mother..."

One archer, who burns black, grows feverish.

"Shuaaaah!"

Those on fire screamed, screaming and screaming.

"Ah..."

If there was hell in the Abyss, it would be here.

"At least half of the troops stationed at the citadel are dead. Among the survivors, the ones who are healthy are counted in their hands. "

When I look at him, I see the sound of Prince Doris' piercing ears.

"Oh, Irene? "

Jean Kathryn finds his non-dragon unconscious.

"I said a few things I killed, but I still lived a lot. Irene's fine, except for a few scales. "

"Oh, thank God..."

He kept his mouth shut while I sighed without even knowing.

The prince said at least four of the eight troops stationed at the citadel would have been killed.

But I'm relieved to hear that his non-dragon is fine.

He shook his head in self-esteem.

"Raise your head. The Warlocks gave me enough. You've saved half your life thanks to me. No one would have lived without the Warlocks. "

The prince then grabbed his two cheeks and forced them to raise their heads.

"Your Majesty...? "

Jean Kathryn, who was staring at the prince with a faint face, made a late impression.

"That hand! Stop using it! If you just roll like that now, you'll recover and suffer even more..."

He shuts his mouth while nagging the injured prince carelessly.

The prince's expression was strange.