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

Five dwarves gathered at the fire and looked at me.

I gave them a drink in a wooden cup that I had prepared beforehand in the sense of not spelling.

The dwarves see me flawlessly, regardless of the cup I give them.

I choked with a glass of wine in front of them, as I would see.

"Khh."

Then he stole his mouth with exaggerated movements.

Gulp.

The dwarves swallowed their throats.

I once again poured a glass of wine into my mouth.

When I had emptied about three drinks in a row, the dwarves who were just swallowing their throats looked at me and drank.

That was the beginning.

The dwarves drank like crazy when they noticed.

About a few dizzy days ago, the amount of booze that would have made me insolent was suddenly frozen.

I summoned a wagon waiting somewhat distant. The dwarves who saw the barrel full of wagons swallowed their saliva.

But it was only for a moment, and they quickly took off their shijimi and made a solemn face.

An eyelid that pretends not to be an eyelid, but is constantly shivering through the barrel in the wagon.

His face is stern and stubborn, but his body is honest.

400 years ago or now, dwarves haven't changed.

I gladly laughed.

"As you can see, there's plenty of booze to drink. "

The dwarves glanced at each other and returned the cup to me. I didn't mean no more booze.

They each took a large wooden cup out of their bag.

A wooden goblet that any traveler would have in common, and it was big and beautiful.

I think I felt better when I drank with the little glass I gave you.

"Hmmm."

The dwarves, who took their luggage and went to the wagon, looked at my eyes and threw down a keg or two. Then each of them started drinking with a barrel.

That's how it happened.

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Twenty men, who dared to call themselves the best shareholders, were all emptied until they could not greet each other.

However, the dwarves had only five wagons, leaving ten barrels of wine empty.

And I'm just saying,

"There's only twenty left. "

It was a belief that there was not much time left to drink.

That was the first thing the dwarves took out in a day. After that, they never opened their mouths again.

It's been another day.

The dwarves drank more slowly than the day before whether or not they were drinking. Nevertheless, alcoholism was still too harsh for humans.

To some extent, even after a few days of fighting with the Orcs, the Butter Rangers were relegated from their positions on the pretext of grabbing a beast that could be a resting place.

Where did Hogi go to show the dwarves what the real state party is?

Jorden, who had left the camp, did not return for a short day.

It wasn't something I couldn't understand.

I wanted to run away if I could.

I was a dwarf, a test, and I wanted to get out of this nauseating, liquor-smelling camp.

Guerwayne's situation was no different.

I couldn't turn my back on the chalice because of my pride, but I was slow to tilt my drink. His eyes were instantly open.

At least Arwen was the only one who looked okay.

Although his white face was grossly reminded, his eyes were clear and his posture was not blurred.

"Hoo."

The dwarves were amazed, and they lifted up their glasses. Arwen also replied to the dwarves by raising a glass.

It's been another day.

Jorden, who left the camp to catch a beast that would be a relief, was the subject of an emotional rumor.

Giawyne snorts with a full-blown nose on the floor, and unlike the day before Arwendo, he is dreaming about his eyes in a shattered state of intoxication.

Now there are five barrels of liquor left, and the dwarves are now drinking blatantly.

But the pace was still hard for me to keep up, and I ended up getting pretty drunk.

I'm fighting a strong and pushy intoxication, and Arwen suddenly talks.

"Your Majesty, do you know that? "

If I didn't talk to her first, she wouldn't talk to me.

"When I first swore allegiance to you, I was desperate. I also thought that Arwen Kirgayen's life was over. "

Somehow, she was drunk too.

Stunning with a twisted tongue, she seemed to have already forgotten the dwarves.

"But not now. "

I felt a strange feeling as I was only dreaming about my heart's endless confession.

I turned my head and saw the dwarves sipping their glasses. The eyes were definitely staring at the barrel of liquor, or the night sky, or the campfire, and the ears were standing toward this side like one.

[Hoo.]

[You're young. I had a time like that.]

Through their power, the sound of their distress has blossomed in my ears.

[Quiet. You can't hear her voice.]

"How could you have known that the Northern Sacred Wind was so sharp, and how could you have had the opportunity to reflect on yourself in front of the borders of life and death? I'm just grateful and thankful. "

Arwen looks at me.

In the midst of the drunkenness, my starry eyes looked straight at me.

[Ouch!]

[Be quiet!]

After seeing me for so long, she suddenly shook her body. She stumbles on one knee as if she were about to fall.

"Your Majesty. Arwen Kirgayen has been your..."

Arwen lowers her head and stops while talking. Then I didn't say a word for a while.

[What. Lifetime what? What is your Majesty?]

[Why are you talking.]

[Quiet down. You drunken old people.]

[What, man? A little boy in blue.]

[Are you old to brag.]

I stood up and looked after Arwen, ignoring the dwarves' roar.

Newcomers.

She fully sleeps on one knee with her head clasped.

Still, I want to hold on, but I think I've finally reached my limit.

I was drunk and held her completely starved.

"Hmmm."

Trying to get her to the wagon, one of the dwarves coughs and points to her wagon with his thumb.

"If you put your brother-in-law in such a garbage wagon. "

"Put it on our wagon. "

I didn't refuse the Dwarves' favor.

It wasn't just a wagon that dwarves dragged around. They don't miss out on functionality and beauty when they make one, even if it's a wagon.

I don't know, but their wagons will be as comfortable as they are in my home while traveling.

It'll be fine to rest until the drunken Arven wakes up again.

Ugh.

When I lifted up the wagon's tent, I saw a landscape in the wagon that seemed to have been smashed down by a single house.

I put Arwen on the bed on the other side.

"Umm."

She frowns as the length of the bed made for dwarves is somewhat shorter. But I quickly curled up and found myself at ease.

It didn't seem so uncomfortable to rest for a while.

I'm staring at her quietly, and I realize I've never really talked to her.

It's been a year since Arwen started following me, and she's been on the battlefield with me dozens of times. The same is true of Adelia. She's been with me ever since I woke up.

But I've never counted what they are, what they think.

I just took it for granted that they were standing behind me.

I saw Arwen crouching. I can see the scars left here and there on the back of my hand, neck and fine skin.

I followed my back desperately, but I've never looked back.

I took the oath of allegiance by force. I felt sorry that I never took care of her properly.

"Tsk."

I stepped outside the wagon more quietly than Arwen.

"Come and have a seat. "

When I went outside, the dwarves asked me to come here.

There was a giant wayne on the floor that was brushed away. I think the care of the dwarves who gave Arwen the wagon was enough.

No one gives sight to a man who rolls the floor in trouble.

I also sat by the fire as the Dwarves led me, rather than looking at Guerwain quietly.

"The first part or the second part? "

A dwarf asked scarily to sit by the fire.

"I'm asking you if you've been sober or if you've been doing well without any corners of your life. "

Then I understood the meaning of the question and answered.

"One."

"I knew it. "

"What did you expect? "

"It was like the first time I looked at it, like a worn eye, like a fierce field dog floating in the field."

I frowned even when I didn't know whether it was a compliment or a curse.

"Will you show me the sword? "

My hue was not flattering, and the dwarf shook out his hand.

The gaze was on my waist and I was facing the bare Earth. I unleashed the sword and handed it to the Dwarf for the second time.

The dwarf pulls Earth out of the sword.

"What's his name? "

"For me is the sun, and for him who made it, the twilight. "

A light flare touched his eyes.

"A good sword, a wonderful name. "

It is not as rigorous as it is when appraising and evaluating things, so much praise has flowed from the mouth of a dwarf.

It felt good to hear my compliments.

The Earth that the Master took with his soul at the last minute was something special to me.

"Make this child count. "

The dwarf's voice has caused an unknown dizziness.

"The fate of this child is never light. "

I was immediately in a position of indifference and received an earthquake.

Just as the fairies don't say that there is a connection, the dwarves also don't speak lightly about the fate of the sword.

If such a dwarf told me about the fate of the sword, it meant he saw something. And at the same time, it also meant that the dwarf before my eyes was not just an ordinary dwarf.

There were not many dwarves who could read the destiny of the sword.

Among the dwarf clans, who would not be enough to be known as masters, only those who were called Costs ( ) could glimpse the fate of the sword as a fragment.

"Was it Meister? "

The dwarf looks at me with a strange face. There was a twinkling of strange expressions, not positivity or negativity.

"No way..."

If my guess is correct, the opponent was more important than Mystery.

"Prima Meister? "

A dwarf of similar rank to the Elder High Elves of the Elves.

"Nice to meet you. King Slayer. "

From the end of the day when King Slayer defeated Warlord, I recognized his identity as well.

I just came here to accomplish a few things, and I met something unexpected.

"Turka. "

Prima Maister, Turka smiles with a glass of wine.

Oh, my God.

Seeing that smile, the spirit ran away in an instant. I was somewhat flustered.

I groaned. The new face, which I don't know, was hardened.

Prima Myster is the guardian of the Furnace of Eternity, which is called the source of the Dwarves.

"Why is Prima Myster here..."

They could never leave the furnace.