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

Dwarves were basically rotten neighbors. They were sure of silver and circles, and if they didn't do it first, they would never go first and invade the realm of others.

But there are times when they go crazy without looking back and forth.

It was when the eternal furnace was in trouble.

The dwarves at that time were fierce enough to avoid the brave Orcs, and even the wise giants simply waited for them to calm down and could not find another way. Even the unfortunate elves, unlike the dwarves, avoided a dispute with the dwarves of this time.

The furnace of eternity was so important to the dwarves.

However, even if it is important, the one who defends the source of the lacking clan has come out of the world to fulfill my duty.

It was no different than saying that the furnace had a problem.

And that was never beneficial to me.

I needed dwarves. But all I needed was skilled Yamujin masters, not the crazies who jumped like photowarriors.

"Tsk. You're out of booze. "

The Dwarf Turka looks at the empty kegs and complains.

I looked at Turka quietly.

But seeing a wrinkled face and noticing his insides was not easy. So I decided to ask what happened to the furnace directly.

"Not yet. "

But it seems like it was too early.

"I think it will happen soon. "

He wiped the wooden cup and shoved it in my backpack, and Turka looked at me and said,

"The life of the furnace is almost over. "

* *

"Party's over! You drunkards!"

Turka kicks the Dwarves' asses. The dwarves, who had been emptying their barrels and sleeping happily, arose, uttering their greed.

"Why are you kicking me and making a fuss? "

"Kaaak! You're an old man! "

With respect for Prima Myster, I could see that they were not ordinary dwarves either.

There was only one price that could be treated like that, the same price.

So, while they were making a fuss, Arwen, who was completely sober, was taken to the wagon where she first came.

"Shuffle."

Even if you had a nightmare, you put the moaning giant Wayne in the wagon like a gimp and tell Turka.

"Let's see. "

"Don't wait."

I drove a wagon and joined a group waiting somewhat distant.

A group of people who saw Arwen and Guerwain, who were completely insolent, opened their eyes.

"What about Jordan?"

Then I asked them where Jorden was, and one of the rangers pointed to the back.

Jorden, who thought he had escaped the harsh drinking, stretched out. The ranger giggles and says, "I came looking for the bow, and I fell down, and it's right behind me.

I chuckled and laughed as I looked at Jordan, who was all over my body.

But he was only a moment away, and his face hardened.

As Prima Maister Turca said, the party is over.

It was time to move on.

"Let's go back."

I returned to the fort.

I immediately met the commander and delivered a letter to Turka.

"These are the conditions they proposed. "

The commander of the squadron, who opened his eyes to my words, hurriedly read the letter.

"I have to prepare the Narrow Merchant Guild. "

After reading all the correspondence, the commander looked at me with a trembling face.

I've seen a lot and now I'm unfamiliar with it.

"Well done."

After a long time, I swung my hand to the commander's greetings and stood up.

I was terribly tired of arriving.

Turning Mana, he pushed out his energy, but he couldn't completely beat the rest of his bodily fatigue.

I recovered from a sleepless day.

And when he wanted to go moderately fatigued, he went back to the fort.

There were two dwarves standing at the crossroads somewhat distant from the fort.

"Good to see you again. "

It was Prima Maister Turka and another Maister.

"What about the others? "

"They must stay and finish the work of the empire's Merchant Guild. "

"I see."

"But is it empty today? "

Turka continued to look behind me while we were having a conversation, she said.

"Who told you the party was over? "

As I chirped, Turka's impression was crumpled.

"It's an inflexible greeting. "

"I wouldn't be in a hurry. "

He said the furnace's life was almost over, and he was shaking.

"It's not like it's going to be a few days late. "

Turka, who snorted and snorted to see if he was foolish to the end, brazenly laughed at me.

"Let's go. "

In my words, Turka made another call.

"I don't have a word. "

"I don't have one. "

Turka and Dwarf, who saw the group on horseback, expressed their gratitude.

Other than me, I borrowed it from the fort to the horse in a hurry, and the men showed up barefoot with wagons.

I couldn't help but be a relaxed people.

I decided to burn them together in the words of relatively light rangers.

On my instructions, dwarves stare at Arwen and Adelia for a while, but they only insult me.

"Tsk. You should be ashamed of your age. "

Another Myster, who introduced himself to Surkara in my words, cried out in a loud voice.

"I don't know about that inspiration, but I do! "

Young Mystery or Old Mystery or Pathetic is one thing, and I cursed you the same way.

"Huh. At first, you're still being polite. "

"That's the best I can do for the rest of me. "

I wasn't just saying.

My essence is not a sword, and if they weren't a blacksmith, they wouldn't have treated me like a forehead.

"And you're the one who's sorry, aren't you? "

Until I met him, I thought about how to roast the dwarves to get what I want. But when I finally met the dwarves, my troubles became colourless.

As I wished to them, so they wished to me.

Thinking of desperation and the value of what he wished for, it was not them who held the sword, but me.

If I didn't know, I wouldn't know. Knowing that, I had no reason to bend over.

"Somehow I feel like I'm stuck. "

Turka shook his head.

* *

After a few days of horseback riding, the Rheintes River flows along the central and northern boundaries. When I ran one more day, a big leg appeared.

It was the bridge that barely defended me against Warlord a few months ago.

I stayed one day in front of him and let the weary man rest. From across that bridge, it was a cold land that would not be strange in the event of a blizzard.

"Departure."

The air changed scarcely before crossing the river.

"I think it's a place to live in the north of the underworld. When I look at these tired eyes and see them comforting, "

Everyone nods at what Ranger Jorden has to say.

I was in the same mood.

I dug up my lungs and took a sip of that cold air.

It seems crazy. My heart is pounding because of the cold that makes me feel so good in this bone.

It felt like I was back home.

But not everyone shared those feelings.

"It's so cold. "

Scared by the northern breeze, Karls' expression hardens. Guerwain and his men, who had not stayed in the north for a long time, were also overwhelmed by the cold.

"Better get used to it quickly. "

Winter is much colder than here.

Carls became a bored face in my riding.

He asked if he regretted his decision to leave the palace warm and suffer. Carls shook his head decisively.

But that assertiveness was not so great in the face of a blizzard.

"Why did I come all the way to this cold place! "

I laughed as I heard Karls screaming in the wind.

I can hear you, you bastard.

So I heard the screams of the court knights and began to walk through the blizzard.

A white snowfield was revealed. And beyond that, a carved cliff and a massive fortress appeared.

"Ouch!"

Just a day ago, court knights who used to curse the cold in the north with all sorts of insults spit out resilience.

It seems overwhelmed by the misfortunes of the White Fortress, which is nowhere to be found in the kingdom.

Dagdack, Dagdack.

The gate of the fortress opens from afar, and a pack of black men pop out.

Knights of the Black Spear Soldier sent back with the Northern lords first.

"Your Majesty!"

And there was a nice face right next to the lone cavalry commander.

It was Vincent, the new lord of Winter Castle and my outsider.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Vincent snuck out of the horse when he stopped in front of me. I got off the horse, too.

Vincent, who came as big as I could, hugged me.

"I'm glad you're okay. Your Majesty."

"If anyone sees it, I think they've been to the war. "

I grumbled with my mouth, but also hugged Vincent's shoulder.

Beyond Vincent's shoulders, the walls of the Winter Castle were visible. The rangers and knights who stretched over the wall waved their hands as they looked at me.

"Welcome back. "

After hearing the familiar landscape and a truly young greeting, I was able to realize that I had returned home.

But sadly, I didn't have time to rest even when I came home.

"Here's a report documenting his work. "

I didn't even want a welcome dinner. But as soon as I get back, I don't think it's too hard to get the paperwork.

"You welcomed me to do this. "

But Vincent didn't even listen to my protest with his ear back.

"This is all you've done. "

Soon I turned my head to Vincent, who complained to me, saying that I had a headache if I wanted to incorporate the nobility's restraints into my offerings.

There was no excuse.

Most of the business and military training taking place in the North is led by me. I couldn't pretend I didn't know.

I checked the report straight away without even taking off my eyelashes.

"It's over! "

I got up from my seat and cried, and Vincent, who appeared like a ghost, dragged me around.

The first place to visit was the training ground for the newly trained Manna Hart knights.

"He went to the royal palace and his face became better. "

Someone is rolling to death with sweaty men in this cold castle, and Bernardo Eli grumbles.

It seems that his mouth has suffered greatly because he is an instructor who has no protrusion.

I saw more than 500 knight cadets who ignored the complainant lightly and fled behind him.

"Approximately three hundred people entered the land of the Sword User. We expect the other half to follow in three months and a half. "

Bernardo flattered and said,

Usually I would have bruised right away, but I couldn't do it this time.

Distinguished by 400 years, Sword Users were the level of apprentice articles, so the results achieved in a short period of time were remarkable.

Of course, most of those on the land of the Sod User lost Mana, but they were once less skilled than the Court Knights, but that did not mean that Bernardo had less balls.

"I like it. "

Among other things, I liked that the eyes of the men who were like that of rotten fish stood sharp.

Of course, the emotions in it were not very favorable to me.

"Hmmm."

I looked at Bernardo with a raised nose.

"Huh?"

However, Bernardo's achievement was also above my expectations.

Until his first arrival in the Winter Castle, he was just a beginner to Sod Expert.

"Teaching and learning is true. "

I was heartbroken when I saw Bernardo who was proud of his accomplishments.

I only care about Arwen and Adelia, but even Bernardo looks overwhelmed.

Why did you get a body like this?

It was the moment when I realized again how cursed this body was.

"Starting today, join the patrolmen and start the mountain hits. "

"It's time to go through some real life. "

He added a word to Bernardo, who nodded.

"You are the same. "

"It's like eating and growing in the mountains all the time, right? "

"You should be with the instructor, just in case there's any damage. "

"There are many other articles in the castle..."

"Who's their instructor? "

"It's me."

"No, thank goodness. "

Bernardo looks at me and mutters. Seeing that frozen face, I felt a little calm in my stomach.

"I'm not trying to make you suffer on purpose. Everywhere for the future. "

"What future..."

"You'll have to lead them when they become full knights. "

Bernardo, who was looking at me grumpily, opened his eyes and tore his mouth.

"Leave it to me! I won't hurt a single cadet. "

"Yes, start tomorrow. "

He pats Bernardo on the chest and turns around, asking for help. Vincent is staring at me.

Cleavage.

Vincent shakes his head and leads me to the next place.

I haven't been to the garden for a long time, but I met the newly recruited Cadets, the Black Horseman, who were recovering power before the war and encouraged them.

Among them was the descendant of one of the Seven Blood Deaths, the Knight of Advance, Gallahan.

After confirming that achievement, I opened my eyes in circles.

"This guy's a senior, too? "

Boris, the descendant of the Blood Lion, the Divine Palace, was also on the same high ground.

"Ha..."

I sighed.

This guy, this guy, this guy, this guy was a Sod Expert.

I barely made it to the top after I tried my best to get rid of Mana Elixir, and I kept sighing in my unfair heart.

"Are you serious? "

Vincent asked me with a ridiculous face.

"Your Majesty is only 16 now, less than a year and a half from learning swords, who feels deprived of who I am..."

"No, I'm a little different. "

I can't believe I bought it with a sword.

But I can't say I'm a sword that's been around for hundreds of years.

"I won't let you hear it. "

So I had to listen to the bruises for a while.

"Don't you ever say that. "

In Vincent's cold-hearted words, I stretched my shoulders and headed to the room.

I heard a terrifying turtle opening the door.

Less, less.

There was a high rich window in the painting.

"Opel..."

Ugh.

Before greeting the reunion, she raised her finger and pointed to the door. I don't even look at my side.

It meant getting out.

* *

I walk on the wall with nowhere else to go, and the voice of the caravan calls me up.

"It's an amazing place. "

Turning his head, he was sitting in a barrel of liquor where he didn't know where to find it.

I sat next to Turka.

"What's so amazing? "

"There is a place like this in the kingdom that has fallen for hundreds of years and is now regularly broken. "

A wrinkled gaze swept through the fortress. After that, the rangers and knight cadets nodded more unwittingly.

"This place is like a dragon's nest. "

I don't know if the word "dragon nest" fits into the kingdom of slaughter and establishment, but Turka laughs.

I shrugged.

The choicest and finest of the royal family's broken caribou were being lightened up again here, and the soldiers of the northern meteorological region were reborn as soldiers.

In addition, I heard rumors of the last war that people with boiling blood were flocking to the north.

Nevertheless, I felt it was lacking.

I haven't had a jaw yet. It's not enough to deal with that giant empire.

"Again, it's a really nice place. "

I even like the cold of staying in Sashi-san, he added.

"There's no better place to build a new furnace than here. "

In a voice full of conviction, I died.

"I thought I was blacking out for a drink. "

Turka laughed at the feeding table, asking if it was possible.

Then he pointed to the southwest with his short, chunky fingers.

"The records say there's a breath of fire under the ground somewhere over there. I intend to build a new furnace there. A real, eternal furnace that burns much longer intensely than the previous furnace. "

I made another bet on that.

"I never said I'd let you. "

"I'm not asking you to bare your mouth. "

Turka inhaled the cold water and said he was on guard.

"Not just a seven-story basement carriage, but a Dungeon, if you like."