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

I looked at Carls in a daze.

"Forgive the god who has arrived!"

Carls yells again.

"God, Carls Ulrich! I had forgotten the night and day, but now I could barely get there!"

It was right in front of my nose, and it was useless.

It was as if I was protesting about leaving him behind, and in some ways, I was begging him to praise his gluttony that followed.

I didn't know either of them.

But if there was one thing that was certain,

"From now on, this Kars Ulrich will serve you!"

Carls would never stop yelling until I opened my mouth.

"…… Welcome."

Looks like it was the latter.

If you look at Chiha's words, he's not saying anything, but he's pushing his mouth up to his nose.

"Hmmm... hmm. Here...."

Carls, who took a look, gave me a letter.

The seal of the letter first came into my eyes.

It was the sentence of the Valrhad family, which overlapped three shields.

I frowned.

It was very burdensome to open the letter.

It must be full of bona fide nags.

But I couldn't help but notice.

I hesitated for a long time to tear the seal of the letter.

And I checked the contents.

Dear Your Majesty.

Contrary to my expectation, the contents of the letter were normal.

I thought there was a curse on it.

So I was more reluctant.

I can see the party who wrote the letter, even if it was written with more power than necessary, but the content was always as polite as this, so it was not usually turtle.

"You left the Imperial Palace without a proper chauffeur, so how long did you have to go?

Even these words of concern sounded like words that I wish I'd done a little hard on the way.

Of course, it wasn't a simple misunderstanding, but it was very rich.

Anyway, I kept reading the letters.

The letters were consistent and respectful.

There was nothing to worry about.

It was just that the introductory decree was issued on all territories bordering on the realm of the flower dragon, and beyond that, it prepared for one situation.

I have read the letter several times.

I didn't have enough, so I checked the back of the letter and the envelope to see if there was anything hidden.

But there was nothing.

The content of the letter was really that.

I felt uncomfortable.

"Vincent, are you angry? You didn't say anything?"

So I hesitated, and Carls looked awkward.

I looked like I was talking.

It was also a harsh word that a knowledgeable court knight would not be able to tell.

"You've insulted me a lot."

Carls avoided staring instead of answering.

What an insult.

I'm getting curious.

"What did you say?"

"Hmmm."

"So what did you say?"

Carls, who had been avoiding his gaze all the time on repeated questions, suddenly said the wrong thing.

"Well, not all of us."

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I had no intention of turning the topic around, but I couldn't stop asking.

"Not all of them?"

"We're not just a selection team, we're a team."

I was surprised this time, too, that I was dizzy.

It's no surprise that we've sent this many troops here, but this is a selection team.

"Currently, about 10,000 soldiers from the five legions are coming here through the harbour."

That's 10,000 too.

It was hard to understand what kind of numbers made so many troops, and how quickly they were able to disperse enough troops.

Vincent's completion was only astonishing.

But it wasn't.

Itorok and his troops were able to assemble quickly.

"I don't know when your Majesty will be able to make a friendship, but the staff of the Legion and the commanders of the Legion said they were ill whether this was a regular exhibition or not. It looks like it's been done lately."

"What should I do? If you think about gathering troops, you can leave on your own."

"And then he stays. In fact, this time again....."

"This is not the first time I've seen it……."

It was me.

I didn't hesitate to just cough.

* * *

The next day we began to leave again.

For the lewd guide, he paid for his sins by following the knights who were running away with the hippo.

"Huff. Just a little..... slowly.....

I lightly ignored the sound of mourning.

No matter how Vincent was ordered, and even though he was harmless to me, the sin of deceiving me was not small.

It's been a long time since I ignored that lamenting voice and ran.

I haven't heard Jordanian voices since one day.

Just in case, I looked back and I didn't see the man who was carrying the captain behind me.

Of course I didn't care about that either.

"I'll follow it myself."

Even if you can't do it before, it's a hard-colored ranger. There's no way you can't even follow a knight who ran out on the edge of the sky.

As expected.

When I woke up, Jorden, who had disappeared, came back.

Jordan stretched out as a godfather as everyone got up and was preparing to move back.

Seeing that even the luggage was not loosened properly, it seemed like it was too scary to reach the camp.

"Tsk."

A wrinkle that won't be covered with dust as it turns around.

"Umm...?"

Jorden only opens his eyes after the Knights are fully prepared to depart.

I sighed as I trembled and saw him standing in line again.

I don't want to be unfair. Make people weaker.

Eventually, I decided to stop forgiving Jordan.

Forgive me if I stab you with a spear, and forgive me if I sneak behind your back to work.

"If the world were like me, it would be peaceful."

I admire my generosity alone, so some people have crossed paths.

I told him with my own eyes that I would make him an unfaithful guide if I wanted to.

On a massive scale, the disdainful gaze disappeared.

I stopped running for a while and asked Montpellier.

"Here?"

In my words, he nods with the frowny face of the world.

"From here, it's Montpellier territory."

I was deeply saddened by his tone.

I deserved it.

The air in the desert was as dry as it was, and the ground was only dry without a graze.

No matter how much you look at it, this was not a land worthy of territory.

Even dwarves who insist that even the wasteland is of their own use when it's dead were so desperate that they cut their heads off.

"Your Majesty....."

Montpellier looks at me with a more frowny face.

It was a flattering face.

It would mean saying goodbye to Philly Vincent and allowing him to move his territory.

"No."

Of course I didn't have the heart to listen to it.

This was his karma everywhere.

Usually, a man who would have been instantly dented in my words did not stand back and sent a protest against me.

Haven't you built countless large and small balls for yourself since you turned your back?

Well, that was the look in my eyes.

Maybe what Montpellier wanted was to move the territory, not eradicate the pharaohs from the beginning.

It would not be a conjecture to look at the grim eyes of the health care system.

It was paradoxical.

"I'd rather move my territory than fight a monstrous beast like a flower dragon."

I approached him quietly and lifted my foot while I was still listening.

"Your Majesty and the soldiers of the Empire are at risk because of my land...."

And I kicked it like it was.

"Tsk!"

The Montpellier growls with a strange scream.

"I should have told you sooner if I was going to. I'm not training a human poop dog."

"... No, that's not it. I'm not risking the lives of Her Majesty and the Imperial soldiers because of a fool like me... Quack!"

I kicked him again.

"I came all the way here because of you lowlife, and now what? Are you kidding me?"

"…… Sin, sorry!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. How many people are struggling with one of you? This is a total nuisance."

"... it's not because of me, it's because of His Majesty..."

"Why, I don't know."

"Oh, no."

"How much will it cost if 10,000 troops get here, huh? Do you think the Empire will bear this burden? Huh?"

Suddenly, I was angry when I said it.

So I decided to beat him and started beating him.

Montpellier screams that he will die rolling around the floor as I kick him.

I've been dusting like that for a while, and someone grabbed my shoulder.

"Your Majesty."

"Adelia? Why?"

It was Adelia.

"The weather is dry. It's the neck axis."

I'm not. I'm thirsty.

Damn Flower Dragon. How dare you make the territory of the Empire like this.

I received the barrel Adelia gave me while insulting the Flower Dragon.

The look on Montpellier's face darkens again, just in case Adelia was expecting him to dry her out.

I hope so.

By the way.

"…… black."

Suddenly, Montpellier started to feel it.

That was also very hasty.

"Boo, definitely. He said that if you truly follow His Majesty, you will forgive the past. Why are you still persecuting me now!"

He cries out.

"I just believed one word of it and threw it all away!"

I slouched down the foot I had heard.

"But why! Why!"

As he stepped back, Montpellier asked me the same question.

"I am still a Burgundian, not a Leonberg!"

I was staring quietly at the howler.

"Shut up."

Puck!

I lifted my foot again and kicked him.

"Who would have thought it was voluntary?"

I wasn't harassing Montpellier for no reason. It was not simply a sin committed in the past.

He was too naughty.

Now I'm lying down like this, but it's just in front of me everywhere.

A three-tongue tease that broke the relationship between the monarch and the enemy, and in a few words, divided and overthrown countless nobles.

If I don't see it, I'll be in a bad habit of making a fuss.

"I wish it wasn't just a promise."

If it hadn't been for the past treaty to keep him alive, he would have died a hundred times in my hands.

If I had, I wouldn't have had anything to worry about.

But for now, it was best to kill Gi so that he could not speak freely.

That way I could leave the Empire with my mind.

I looked around.

My dear knights and rangers.

Through the battle with the Flower Dragon, they will once again break the wall and rise.

And their renewed strength will not be lacking to protect Leonberg from those who are not human beings who will soon be revealed.

That was the last gift Idrian Leonberger would leave in the world.

"……."

Arwen looks at me.

While all the other knights were staring at Montpellier crying in haste, she was the only one who looked me in the eye.

It was a transparent glance as if looking inside.

Maybe she knew my insides.

No, I'm sure you do.

Arwen has counted my heart strangely since long ago.

But now she doesn't seem to intend to stop me.

That's it. That's enough for now.

All that was left was to think after the battle with the Flower Dragon was over.

"Get up."

Montpellier got up and went straight to the posture.

"Unfair?"

"…… No."

Until a little while ago, my emotions were lifted up and the rattler was rolling his eyeballs again and looking at my face.

This is why I can't be reassured.

But fortunately, there was another person who was afraid of him, not me.

"What can I do to get you out of here?"

"… I, really?"

"Right next to the winter castle."

Vincent. It was my outsider cousin who couldn't eat Montpellier.

"…… Ah, no!"

Montpellier yells with a face that looks like he's going to faint.

* * *

Until the arrival of 10,000 troops from the Ecliptic City, I thought about how to catch the dragon with my knights.

In fact, there was nothing to worry about.

It was enough to supplement some of the ways we used to catch mineral dragons in the past.

I spent the rest of my time inspecting the operation or talking to other articles about the fumes.

I shared all the knowledge and experience I had, so that the knights could weave even a little better poetry.

Along with the outsiders, Arwen and Carls, who piled the manna on the ring to complete it.

Even though they could not weave their own fuzziness like the ones who built the manna in the heart, they also wanted to have a big and small enlightenment by talking to me.

In fact, they all noticed something.

As I am now, I have no idea what they got.

I was just trying to draw it.

The battlefield of the New Age reflects the fact that the Knights of the Ring and the Knights of the Heart will lead us out together.

So time went on while I was preparing for the battle that was about to come.

"All 5 troops from the Ecliptic Sea landed safely and are on their way to this place! No matter how late you are, I'm sure you'll be ready by tomorrow morning!"

It was only three weeks since Montpellier settled in an unlike territory.