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

When I arrived at the wall, the sound of footsteps had already reached the threshold.

I didn't even know I was here. I looked under the wall in the crack of knights looking at the plain.

The plain was full of darkness.

There was something in it.

Strengthened my eyes.

That's how the plain looks at me.

The image of the shadow that was embracing it became clear.

"Ah..."

I groaned at the appearance of an unexpected enemy.

Elderly people with gross back injuries.

Dirty Molgolian in-house.

A woman in a rag-like skirt.

It was a naked, Yawin crowd, not a soldier or a knight.

There was neither shouting nor shouting.

When the Imperial Army marched, there was not even the most spectacular army in front.

They also looked like refugees who had lost their shelter.

But they were not just refugees.

This ominous aura, full of all sides, told me what their goal was, the sound of the drums ringing unrelenting.

I turned my head.

Gagwayne and the knights were there, clinging to the wall.

I couldn't see my face because I wore a helmet.

But for me, their faces seemed to be drawn in the eye.

The agitation and confusion felt by the knights has been conveyed to me.

Guerwain and the knights were puzzled by the appearance of an enemy approaching without a single weapon.

I was like them, too.

Finally, the reality of the ominous feeling that was revealed, the identity of the enemy who came to besiege the castle without a measure, made my mind heavy.

"It stinks."

At that time, a carrageenan voice was interspersed.

"The sound of the book and the sound of the footsteps are messy, but there's only one thing I really feel. "

I was staring out of the city with eyes that I didn't even know when the outsider was coming.

"Did the great joints really hold that foot and the sound of the book? "

The outsider who spoke so rarely had a formidable aura.

He looked awkward and unstable, not knowing where to turn his head.

That was the first blind look I've seen since I met the outsider.

He said he could only see the real world after he lost his eye, and the ability to make me boast was invisible.

Neither did I.

I rarely calmed down, so I remained nervous the whole time.

Nevertheless, I didn't even notice their approach.

It was only when I heard the sound of the book that I learned that they had reached the threshold.

They're not even bigoted assassins to hide their weapons, but even so, they couldn't fool me and my outsider.

Things that can't happen under normal circumstances.

I already knew why.

It's a world full of all that. It was this damn energy.

The whole sky, the whole earth, was filled with a strange energy.

The open energy was so dense and peaceful that I could not feel anything else.

It wasn't the only one.

Tortoise sensations continued to interfere with the energy's development.

I ordered the knights to draw their energies.

The knights of the Testament Knights faithfully followed my orders.

No more intense attitude than before.

"Don't, Mana...! "

Soon after, their reaction was not different from my expectations.

Only master-class knights, including the giant Wayne, succeeded in pulling out the sword completely.

Even they were astonished that the energy consumption was fast, and that the recovery of the energy consumed was strange and slow.

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It was also because of this damn energy that surrounded all over the place.

The whole world was rejecting me and the knights.

Even Manas, who could always reach out, refused us.

It was like everything in the world came out and revealed it to the knights and growled.

And it wasn't just the mood.

The hostility of the world towards me and the knights was real.

The Emperor, Burgundy, who established the first nation on the land, was telling me.

This is his land. Everything that came from this land is his own, and nothing is allowed to us.

"What a magnificent garden. "

I bite my molars tight and stare at the plain.

I watched the crowd approaching as they were sceptical.

"Your Majesty!"

In the meantime, Adelia, who arrived at the wall, ran to me.

I gave up my armor and my cloak, which she had filled with her arms.

I shake my head.

"If you have a sneeze in your body..."

Instead of answering, he reached out quietly and pointed to the outside of the castle.

Then Adelia's eyes wavered, looking straight at the crowd.

"Stan, I don't think we should fight them..."

On her question, the air on the wall froze.

I stopped what the Knights of the Testament were doing and looked at me.

Their heart felt unfiltered as they waited for my answer beyond the helmet, hoping that they would not fight those who had been pushed back to the battlefield by others without even being properly armed.

But unfortunately, I couldn't listen to their wishes.

"Save your energy. "

The battle could not be avoided.

"Ah..."

Adelia looks at me with a tired, white face.

"Umm."

Gurwayne and the knights shed a heavy drool.

The tent sits on the wall.

I rubbed my stiff neck and looked under the wall.

I saw the waves of the crowd filling the whole plain.

* *

The crowd surrounding the castle did nothing.

I just hovered around the wall with a screech.

The sound of the turtle's feet scratching off continued throughout the night.

No matter what the noise, me and the knights couldn't sleep a sigh.

And the day was bright.

Even the darkness that was wrapped up like a fog disappeared, and the crowd became visible to the enemy.

The crowd revealed that they were a few times weaker than they had seen at night.

The moment I saw him, I realized.

Pointing a sword at them would be painful.

It was desirable to avoid such situations themselves.

There was only one way.

I had to get out of the castle without killing them.

In the first place, it was only a short break from sweeping away the owner and his army, so there was no reason to protect the castle.

I gathered the knights immediately.

"I will lead the way. "

While I was opening the way in front of you, Adelia and the knights agreed to support me. As the sense of replacing the eyes was paralysed, one outsider decided to follow him from the back.

I didn't say to leave the situation in my hands.

I didn't have to tell you, because I believed I'd take care of it.

In the hands of the knights gathered at the gate shortly after the meeting, there was a club instead of a sword.

Then I grabbed the right clubs.

Standing in front of the gate, he took a breath and slashed his bitter smile.

"What is this? "

I wouldn't be this nervous if I had a million troops in front of me.

If I had, I would have been able to break the ranks of my enemies and get out of here without thinking about it.

Shake his head.

I made up my mind.

Ugh.

I sent a snowflake to the Knight of the Testament Knights who was in charge of the sheave of the gate.

The knight grabs the sheave and starts turning.

At that moment.

Dong Dong Dong.

I began to hear the sound of the book that had stopped.

"Did you notice? "

Someone in the back said.

The other one by his side said nothing would change.

But it wasn't.

The air beyond the walls was fluctuating.

Now if you will.

I had a bad feeling.

"Stop!"

I shouted impatiently.

Chirac.

The buzzing glottis thundered and sat down again.

"Why...? "

The knights asked me why.

I jumped off the horse instead of answering.

Straight up the wall.

And I checked.

It shows the substance of the air that fluctuates beyond the walls.

"Ah..."

There was no weak crowd where me and the knights were so frightened.

The only monsters there were those who turned their eyes white and drooling.

Dongdong.

A little faster than before.

The bottom of the wall became shattered.

Those hovering around the slow wall begin to approach the gate.

The sound of the book became more urgent.

The crowd's pace has accelerated.

Kung!

At last, the crowd rushed to the gate.

Some with their heads, some with their shoulders, others with their fists extended.

Blood splattered.

Those whose heads were blown down as they were. Those who sat on their shoulders twisted and entered the gates again. The fist-crushed thrust the elongated gates.

After that, the crowd continued to run.

Those who had reached the gate before were trampled at the feet of the crowd that followed. Those who trampled on others and came before the gates were trampled on by the crowds who were pushed from behind.

It was Abi Gyu-hwan.

I stared at the look.

I certainly hated the Emperor.

I have never forgiven him for what he did right after the Great War.

Nevertheless, I was admitting him to some degree.

If it wasn't for him, the Great War wouldn't have started.

Humans who lived like slaves or livestock, worshipped by the Taesong, would never be willing to fight against the great rulers.

The fire of liberation spread throughout the continent, and it was not until the end of the war that man became the master of the continent.

I didn't want to admit it, but he deserved it.

It was not enough to qualify for the rank of myth.

But what does this tragedy mean?

The helpless died countless times.

Innocent people are crumbling without even leaving a name.

The monarch who led the way in creating a world where people could live like livestock could live like men, deals with my people like spears and swords.

A noble song that has inspired the courage of the frightened sheep of the past drives the weak to death.

The insides are boiling.

And that's a great upbringing.

He betrayed those who fought with him, and he built a country.

What I'm trying to do is take my people to the battlefield.

I couldn't stand the fact that this scumbag was once tied up with Agnes and praised as one of the great heroes.

The humiliation swept away.

He shakes his head and whispers.

I did so several times and came to my senses.

I looked under the glottis with my eyes.

A corpse was piled up like a mountain in front of the gate.

On top of it was another body.

The mountain of corpses continues to rise.

The crowd ran constantly.

Then he died and became part of a pile of corpses.

The height of the heap of bodies has already reached the middle of the wall.

The crowd stepped on the heap of bodies and climbed up the wall.

I pulled the sword and aimed at the pile of bodies.

"Whoo."

He takes a small breath, draws down his sword.

Pot.

A flash struck the pile of corpses, under the feet of the crowd.

Bang!

It was heavy.

The body splashed everywhere.

The body that reached the middle of the wall disappeared without a trace.

I became small.

It's okay. It's nothing compared to the blood that's been buried all my life. I've flipped over a lot of blood, and now I'm asking you what to do.

How many times have I looked back, and I didn't forget the sight of those who disappeared by being caught in the dark with a heap of dead bodies.

"What the hell..."

At that time, I heard a horror behind my back.

The knights who came up against the wall were staring at the tragedy of the wooden dog unfolding in front of the gate.

As I watched them, the footage was blurred.

Now was not the time to get wet by compassion.

The crowd continued to run.

A new pile of bodies has emerged.

A staircase of corpses was made not only in front of the gates but throughout the walls.

All I had to do was make time, and it wouldn't take long for the crowd to climb the wall.

Now I had to decide.

I looked back.

I saw the gawyans and knights looking at the plain with their faces pressed off the helmet.

Adelia's face is stuck in her eyes as she breathes forcefully to suppress her character.

Adelia, who was breathing heavily, looked at me.

Seeing that good face that seems to be crying right now, I am.

Seek.

I smiled a little.

"Your Majesty! "

Adelia calls me white and bored.

"If someone has to flip over the blood that won't be erased. "

An outsider steps out with a stiff face and raises his hand to the knife.

"That's mine. "

Pale, tired Adelia reaches out to me.

"Your Majesty!"

And before all that happens.

Hrrr.

A flame blossomed from the tip of my sword.

Aggravation.

I fell over the crowd.