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

I didn't even have to look closely.

There were only five people in the kingdom who were allowed to wear golden armor, but there were only five who could wear red capes embroidered with crooked lions.

And there was only one of them in the battle today.

Arwen Kirgayen.

She walks towards the glottis.

Despite the numerous enemies standing on the wall watching her, her steps were speechless.

She just walked and walked.

I empowered my eyes and saw it.

She takes one step in her eyes and engraves the back of her head toward the gate.

Her steps toward the gate were as straight as the Holy Spirit.

Everyone learns to walk with two feet as they get older, but walking properly is not as much as one might think.

There was a good and bad habit for everyone living in the van, and such a habit is evident in hiding when walking.

But Arwen wasn't.

Her steps were soft and strong, light and heavy.

Her steps, which were just straightforward, without being erased, were a great miracle in itself.

I was amazed and admired by those wonderful steps.

"Shush."

If it weren't for the moaning of Montpellier, I'd rather not hear it.

"Shh. If you keep groaning, it's an opportunity. "

I warned him a little.

"Suck."

I could not hear any more groaning at the end of the sound of the wind.

Then I saw Arwen again, who was satisfied.

She walked without rest until she reached the wall and fifty feet away.

Archers on the walls are determined and reach enough by blowing arrows.

Nevertheless, she went on and on to see if there was anything like it.

I looked over the wall.

There was no one in the army but her sudden approach.

The enemy just watched her.

Maybe he was thinking about her as a messenger, and maybe one of the knights could do it alone.

Either way, there was no predictor of what would happen afterwards.

I assure you, such flatness will not last long.

Soon there will be a precious sight before them that I have never seen in my life.

For the unlucky, it would be the last sight they see alive, but it had nothing to do with me.

Arwen stopped walking.

It was a distance of not less than twenty steps from the gate.

She pulled the sword.

A concise move without a clump.

The Mysters aim for the sky with a light saber.

Until then, the hostiles were only looking at her peacefully.

Immediately after that, even when the glorious swarm of light was gathered around her sword, they only watched.

The enemy noticed this side after Arwen pulled out the sword and the time passed.

A distinctive radiant energy was rising around her.

The wind whistled.

The flag of Duke Bryan, caught on the wall, swells up as if it were going to explode.

With her swordsmanship, flashes gather endlessly.

Gather, gather. We're getting together again.

The scintillation that came together became a large mass.

Even me, far from the wall, can feel its greatness, but the enemies who were right in front of me are dead.

Enemies on the wall have become busy.

"...!"

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

Those who appear to be commanders set up blood bands and shouted, "What are you doing?" The archers, who looked down, took a heavy bow.

"...!"

The bows of the archers caught flesh.

"......!"

Several articles aimed at a short window.

That's the moment.

Sasasasak.

An arrow flew up from behind Arwen.

The archers who were demonstrating on the walls were picketed.

The knights, who seemed to be throwing out their spears, hurriedly raise their shields.

I turned my head.

I saw the rangers deployed in the plains one day.

Jordanian and other ancient rangers were there.

Rangers pull and release the Yeongfu demonstration.

Every time, the enemies who were holding their heads against the wall died.

The frightened enemies hide behind the walls.

The headaches that were filled with walls were no longer visible.

And Arwen moved.

The sword that was aiming for the sky fell.

At that moment.

Pot.

The lump of light that was clumped together at the end of her sword split into dozens of pieces.

Shoot him!

The rain of stars pours down the gates.

It's not just a metaphor, it's a real rain of stars.

Beep!

I woke up in the middle of nowhere.

"Billion!"

Montpellier screamed, but that was good.

I opened my eyes and put the rain of the stars in my eyes.

I knew what it was.

The type of power that the outsider on Penta's land presented before me.

Substantiated AuroraBlade.

The form was different, but it was definitely the same power that the outsider dealt with.

Bang bang!

The glottis obtained by Yooseong Woo vomited greatly.

The fragments of light scatter all around, and the torn pieces of the gate fall apart.

Dust blooms and vanishes.

And the appearance of the gate was revealed.

The surface was puffed like a meteorite, and the shape was twisted around and barely stuck in place.

I could tell by the look of it.

Her outsider's power was not complete as opposed to that.

If it was a completed force, the glottis wouldn't have even left a shape.

I look for Arwen and turn my head.

At first glance, I was quite tired of breathing on my shoulders.

But she did not seem willing to retreat as she was.

After fixing the sword with both hands, she rushes down to the gate.

And her sword, which finally reached the gate, fell down once more.

Evil!

There was no aurablade like the rain of the stars at first sight.

A mere glorious sword cuts through the gates.

The gate was still intact.

Arwen stretches out her hand as she stretches her sword.

Tuck.

I felt like I heard that sound.

The glottis began to tilt one step late.

And finally, I completely moved on.

Bang!

Beyond the fallen gate, I saw the enemy.

Tofu tofu.

I heard horseshoes.

A hundred knights waiting in the plain reached the front of the gate one day.

Knights have disappeared beyond the gates.

When they passed, Arwen was gone.

I waited still.

Keep your ears up, keep your eyes tight.

I studied the castle while preparing to run away at any time.

Time has passed.

"...!"

".......!"

A faint scream began to be heard from the co-author.

"... you, you've been beaten..."

"The Duke..."

Scream a little more clearly.

"The Duke is dead! "

"The Knights have been hit! "

My knight, who disappeared over the wall shortly after, revealed himself.

Arwen, who drenched his golden armor and raised the flag of a crooked lion in one hand.

Boooooooooo!

The horn sounded.

An ally waiting in the military barracks begins to march toward the castle in unison.

"Your Majesty."

Looking back, Carls grabbed the reins of my horse and looked at me.

I climbed the horse without delay.

"Bring him! "

I ran straight down the hill and looked down.

Montpellier was there, breathing naked.

"Bring him! "

"Well, why would I...? "

"You couldn't stand it! "

I yell at Montpellier, who is exhausted, and I run down the hill.

The court knights on horseback surrounded me.

But there was no enemy attack they were worried about reaching the gate.

Blame it.

Arwen was there as she passed through the gate.

Arwen, who had just come down the wall, took off her helmet and put it on her waist, kneeling on one knee, waiting for me.

Breathe into your forehead, cheeks, hair, and shoulders with a little sweat.

But he was more handsome than ever.

I snuck back and forth before the horse completely stopped.

Then I ran straight to her.

"Arwen!"

Kneeling, he raises her and hugs Warlock.

"Lord Arwen Kirgayen. I have fulfilled His Royal Highness's command. "

Arwen triumphed over me in a violent tone.

I remembered the moment I put her in my head as a knight.

At the time, I wanted the possibility and the future of an article called Arwen Kirgayen.

I also said that I would go beyond a loner.

I look at Arwen as I drop.

Only eight years ago, she was an apprentice, and in eight years, she became an apprentice looking at Penta's landscape.

I was proud. At the same time I was magnificent.

Despite all sorts of discrimination and unreasonability, she was so remarkable that she had consistently set foot without breaking a sword and had reached even higher ground in the future.

What she gave me today was not a stone castle.

More precious, much greater, was her own lifetime.

"What is the name of the sword? "

She shakes her head in my words.

"This sword is incomplete. "

Arwen is as disappointed as she is to name an unfinished miracle.

But I had a different idea.

The rain of stars that was still pouring was good in front of my eyes.

I never thought such a wonderful sword would have a name.

"Can I give you a name? "

I wonder if I was right. Arwen's eyes widen.

"Do as you please. "

I spit out the name that came to my head terribly before she finished speaking.

"Starfish."

It is the name that has been hovering in my head since I saw the rain of stars pouring out.

"Let's do it by the stars. "

I looked at Arwen's scent.

I gave it a name all the time, but it was a big deal if I didn't like the party.

Even if you don't like Arwen's personality, you won't accept it.

I'm sorry I didn't do something wrong.

"Starfish..."

I recalled the name she gave me.

"If you don't like it, Arwen will later..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. "

She gratitudes me.

There was a new gladness in the mouth and a pleasant tint in the eyes.

I also smiled at her.

They're smiling at each other like that.

"What the hell is that sword! Lord Arwen!"

Eli, who appeared in a flash, shook his head.

"It's called a constellation. "

Arwen told me the name of the sword that I made violently.

"Wonderful sword! Wonderful name! Lord Arwen is not only a swordsman, but also a master!"

Arwen smiles at me.

Eli, who saw it, laughed.

* *

While I named Arwen the newly acquired sword, the Knights and Rangers took care of the citadel.

Brien's soldiers seized the armor and weapons and drove them to the quarry under the wall.

Although the number reached 1500, several commanders expressed concern, but they were relieved that Brien's soldiers had not been executed and did not seem willing to resist.

I tried to keep them in detention indefinitely, so I was only feeding them. A messenger came to me and told me that the king and his army had reached the streets for a day.

"That's good. Move it all. "

I summoned pleasantries and waited for the headquarters to arrive, pending all decisions.

And finally the king and the headquarters arrived.

"Executive of allied damage sustained during Siege. There are only a few winners. "

During the Co-writers' War, Eli stood before the king and reported to him before and after.

The king was astonished and rejoiced that the damage had been done to this great castle.

"What a marvelous victory to take down the enemy's stronghold and see no more damage! "

With a bright voice, Arwen and the king who was fighting against a hundred knights saw me.

"But what the hell are you doing? "

"What about me? "

The frowning king looked down at me as I became puzzled.

There was a man in Montpellier who turned his eyes and sweated like rain.

"I have sinned to death, but I am trying to save my life. "

That day, Montpellier couldn't wait until the castle collapsed and spread.

Unfortunately.

Still, I hated him, and instead of strangling him with a grip, I decided to give him another chance.

"I don't understand a word you're saying. "

The king said that, but he did not ask me for any more explanations.

I was just asking because I was a wreck, and I don't think it was a pity that Montpellier was in such a position.

The same was true of others.

None of the commanders and knights here care about Montpellier's whereabouts.

They start discussing the next day as if they can't see Montpellier.

"The Dothrin Empire Army is currently advancing on the southeast front. It looks like the roads are in the same state of health, but when it's too late, it's almost as far as it was promised. "

The commanders' hands are busy on the map.

"When they reach the promised point, the burden on the allies will be considerably reduced. From here to here, the allies are in charge of the Western Front. The Dothrin Empire Army will be responsible for the defence of the lower front from here to here. "

There were golden lions on the top of the map, and non-dragonflies on the south.

"The real war began after the Dothrin empire formed a front in the south. "

I looked at the map quietly.

The Kingdom was now more than three times the size of its existing territory.

The length of the border that confronted the Empire was several times longer than it used to be, and I had to defend the tear wire with insufficient troops.

We had to push the Dothrin Empire Army to the promised point, and the allies had a hard time breathing.

"There are two options left for the allies. It's too much to attract troops and advance to the Empire mainland, or to anchor the wires like this, so we can make a commitment later. "

The commanders saw the king in unison.

"If we would have stopped here, we would not have waged a war. "

The king insisted on advancing without hesitation.

No one disagreed with this.

Because we all knew.

We all knew that this was a great opportunity not to come back, and that it would be even harder if we retreated now than before.

Advancing the border, the Kingdom has lost many of the advantages it had in the past.

The narrow border was widened, and a few troops were no longer able to defend it. I could not hope for the help of the harsh climate that the Imperial Army could not beat.

Dothrin was no different.

The Dothrin Kingdom, which had more room for troops than its allies, but lost the barrier of Heavenly Water, would not be easy to defend the entire front.

Of course, over time, allies and the Dothrin Kingdom will be able to stabilize the Occupied Territories and strengthen their power based on this, but the Empire cannot wait until then.

It was a symbolic tax.

The only option left for the kingdom was advancement.

"As soon as the Dothrin Royal Army reaches its target point, the allies resume their advance. The vanguard..."

The king saw the commanders.

But they didn't step up.

No, I couldn't get out.

Because the clashes and momentum I spread in secret were holding them back.

At least Arwen, who was capable of enduring my momentum, didn't care about me.

I was the only one left after all.

I thought so.

"I..."

Not until Eli hits me in the back.

I look at Eli, who got up.

I couldn't find any motivated face to care about me.

I became impatient.

I had to stop Eli before he could finish talking.

I raised my spirits.

At this moment, Eli was my obvious enemy.

Eli looks at me with his eyes open.

His eyes were filled with suspicion as he sweated and looked at me.

Ignored.

There was no mercy on the enemy.

That's how I pressed Eli into the air and said to him with my mouth.

"You look so unfamiliar, sweaty, and restful. "

Don't worry about the luggage.

If I said I didn't need to rest, I would force myself to rest.

I stare at Eli, hoping to find out what I mean by this.

Less rotten.

Eli, who doesn't want to get noticed, just sits with his ass in the dance seat.

I smiled satisfactorily and took my eyes off him.

I turned my head and saw the king.

The king sighs as he looks at me and Eli alternately.

I noticed how things turned out.

But I was struck.

I opened my chest and raised my chin.

Knng, knng.

With a nostril, I waited for the king to open his mouth.

"The vanguard..."

Then the king's mouth opened.

"I will leave it to the prince. "

I got up with my fist on fire.

"Huff."

At that moment, Montpellier stretches out as he is.

I frowned.

I couldn't understand Montpellier, who kept kicking my chances, even if I tried to save him.

But today I was ready to be merciful for as long as I could.

Giving Montpellier another chance with a weak will was not so difficult.

* *

Ten days have passed since then.

"We have reached the point promised by the Dothrin Empire Army! "

The news we've been waiting for has also arrived.

I had no more reason to hesitate.

All that was left now was to advance beyond the front lines to the Empire mainland.

I saw the face of the vanguard when I was ready to go.

A blind knight who doesn't know what he's thinking.

A feeble war enthusiast who only wakes up and worries about me.

A burning paladin with an excessive sense of mission.

In the meantime, two hundred rangers lost their minds.

Three hundred light swords were broken again, with no words.

Three of them.

And one chair.

"Advance."

Five hundred and seven troops have begun to move in unison.