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

The Emperor, who recalled the poem several times, shut his mouth and looked outside the door.

... please step back.

Please, let's go first.

It was chaotic outside the door.

The chaos in front of the Emperor's residence was unusual.

Argh!

Soon after, the door opens roughly, and the freak rolls in like a whirlpool.

It was also impossible, but the emperor was not very agitated.

I only dared to see the freak who invaded the Emperor's residence without permission.

A troubled, bottom-rolled weirdo dumps his body.

It was empty because there was a place where the two arms of such a dizzy freak had to be.

Instead, it burns with a blue flame.

The emperor who looked at the freak looked behind him.

The white-haired Imperial Knights fall on the flat floor as their eyes stare at him.

"Kill me!"

"Tsk."

The emperor pushed his tongue short.

The knights trembled as if they were living in an act of nothing.

The Emperor hated being disturbed by his time.

Shh.

But instead of punishing the knights, he shook his hand.

The knights who fell flat and looked at the Emperor's eyes fled.

Kung.

The door is closed.

The Emperor's gaze turned to the floor.

It was then that a strange man who groaned on the floor and abandoned his body aroused his body.

"Yes, whatever you've prepared, whatever's left of you."

The freak stutters and removes his mouth.

"I will finally come before you."

He doesn't know what he's talking about, and he talks about someone's message like he's possessed.

"So wait..."

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I woke up and swallowed up a strange body.

"... will come to you..."

He squeezes his voice, even though his whole body is swarming with fire.

"Last, last day..."

Then the wars collapsed.

That was the end.

The man, who was born a prince of a great empire, who was perhaps able to rise to the throne of Mancognition, died and became ashes.

"Tsk. I had more places to go."

The emperor did not seem to be impressed by what he was saying.

The Emperor raises his hand.

A cloudy sphere of light rises between the ashes and is sucked into the Emperor's hands.

The emperor who looked at the sphere of light opened his mouth.

Then I swallowed the sphere of light.

Gulp.

The woodpecker said once.

The emperor closed his eyes and savoured the taste.

The souls of the dead, among them the souls of those crumbling on the battlefield, were a rare quality meal.

He was very fond of the taste of fear and despair they felt just before death.

It wasn't just a soul.

Although the blood was blurred as it should have been, it was nevertheless descended from the foresight.

I could not tell what the ruin was before I lived, and I piled up the slaughter on the battlefield with no less.

It would taste different from the soul of the Burgundian who had eaten it so far.

But it is.

"It's nothing but rubbish."

There was no taste in the soul he consumed.

There was no evil work that the deceased had accumulated during his lifetime, no fear and despair when he felt the moment of death, and nothing.

I can't even remember the basic memories of my soul.

All I had left was a handful of pieces of memory.

The Emperor's head reminded me of Wen's face.

The lion's blond eyes loosened like that and the cold blue eyes of the North Sea loosened like that.

"Wait. The last day will come to you.

The beast growling in his ear heard a fierce voice.

The emperor laughed.

"You've grown well."

Finally, I was so happy to see the prince who had grown up.

At that moment.

Aggravation.

In the Emperor's head, a vision like a fantasy arose.

It was the future of Burgundy, which had not been expressed in the past decades as it would be blurred during the millennium.

His eyes chased the world as if it were a fantasy.

It was bright. The whole world was covered in light.

And in the center of it was a broken sword, a sack.

The whole world is shining brightly, but only where the sword is.

The emperor gives strength to his eyes and looks at the sword.

But even before his gaze came close to the sword of the unknown.

Pot.

Future poetry is over.

He quietly chews on the sight he sees.

The glorious world certainly meant the time of glory after the war.

However, he did not know the meaning of the broken sword because it was placed in a dark place.

If there was just one thing that was certain, there was no millennial empire anywhere in the bright world.

"Your Majesty!"

At that time someone shouted outside the door.

In a very urgent tone.

"Stop."

At his words, the door was opened and a white workman appeared.

Flawless.

The face of the old duke who saw the ashes piled up in the middle of the place was hardened.

"Get rid of it."

The emperor ordered the knights not to mind.

The knights came in and collected the ashes and swept them away.

I didn't ask anyone.

I don't know what happened to the guy who went in just before. And what this ash is.

I only looked at the Emperor's complexion with a depressed face.

The Emperor sends a small snowflake to the Old Duke.

The old duke, who was hardened, thumped and knelt.

"Tuesday, two of the Ecliptic Defense Fortresses have collapsed!"

The Emperor's expression was just as brutal as that scream.

Even though two of the five forts that protect the eclipse collapse, and the nearest of them is only three days away.

"Idrian Leonberger is coming!"

A powerful enemy who defeated the fortress alone has reached the threshold of the Emperor, and the imperial order is ruined as it is.

The owner was silent.

"Give me the command of the Imperial Guard! That way, Idrian Leonberger won't dare step into the eclipse!"

Only the loyal old man shouted aloud.

"Your Majesty! Please allow me!"

But the emperor still had no answer, and only the voice of faithfulness resounded empty-handed.

By that time, the old man was also strange. He kept his mouth shut and raised his head.

And the old man hardened as he was.

"Pulmonary, Your Majesty...?"

The Emperor was laughing.

The emperor, who had never been seen since the instant, was tearing his mouth and laughing.

It was a very awkward and heterogeneous thing, so it was too horrible to call him a smile, which made his chest tingle.

The Emperor's mouth was opened.

"You're bluffing."

The old Duke's face was bleached white on that bare horse.

"I can't stand it."

Either that or the Emperor said he had a long-lasting taste.

The old man got up and took a step back.

Tegur.

The bundle moves along the old workman's dancing eyes.

The old man retreated behind elongation.

"Duke."

At that time the Emperor called the Duke.

"What a frightened face."

The tone and expression as usual.

"I'm so afraid of something."

There was not much generosity anywhere.

"Come here."

But the old Duke trembled less as if facing something terrible.

"Isn't your sky here?"

Despite his majesty, the Duke rarely came forward.

"So don't be afraid. Come here."

The Emperor gently tiled the Duke.

The Duke, who was stiffened as though he had been crucified, approached the Emperor of Juju Dance.

The emperor stared at him.

Chuck.

The old duke came before him, and the emperor touched him.

"Closer."

The old man feared repeatedly, but dared not disobey the Emperor's command.

The old duke stands close to the emperor.

The torso is a tangled figure, subtracted from the back.

The Emperor reaches out and grabs the Duke's face.

"Hut!"

The old man steps back with a flagship in his vicious hand.

The Emperor did not let the Duke go.

"Lungs, Peha!"

The Duke shouted in a rush.

"It's been a long time. It's been a long time."

"Please take this hand...!"

"Maybe it's the lungs."

The Duke kicks even harder.

But he was just a moment too.

"Ugh!"

A grumbling moaning came out of the mouth of the old Duke.

My body trembled constantly.

Quadcopt.

The duc's body began to shrink with the twisting noise of bones.

Soon he became the only one left.

Tuck.

The Emperor throws out a body without any balls.

"I can't stand the blunder."

The emperor stood up.

Then I walked.

Out of place, into the fence, where the sheep that had been terrified by the roar of the lion had gathered, towards the world where the darkness had just begun to descend.

* *

Kaaaah!

The non-dragon howls and flies into the sky.

"Hi!"

Below, a horde of horsemen kicked the elongated shaft.

"Hurry!"

The knight at the forefront of the horde urged the crowd.

"Even at this moment, you are fighting the Empire alone!"

The footsteps of the riders kicking the horse's waist became rough. The distant globe became darker. The speed of the horse ran faster.

I felt like the flag was torn without any emblem.

Doodoodoo-doo.

There was another horde of horses following behind them.

"What a relief. That's how different people are. That's a lot of other people."

At the end of the window, the young Earl of Handan looks at the horsemen who go ahead.

"What happens when a person changes in one day..."

"Sir Eli!"

The Knight of Steel, who was running beside the horse, rebuked the Count's promising mouth.

The Count kept his mouth shut with a fresh face.

I looked ahead again, as if the Knight of Steel didn't deserve it.

A starry eye shoots at the sky from afar.

It is time for the sun to rise, but the sky is still sacred.

No matter how ominous she looked, she only kicked her back.

"Please be safe."

The knights were speeding up further along her as she shot forward.

The plain evacuated those who disappeared without a word.

He then quietly welcomed those who appeared.

"Who's the footman! Don't you run fast?"

"Oh, get out of my way! Can't you see they're pushing the kids behind you because of the captain?"

"You're so pathetic! Go back on your own, please!"

Wearing a black cape, rangers armed with iron brains and bows rush out into the plain in an elongated squabble.

"Dammit. I don't know what you're talking about. What else did he see next to it? I can't die for real. I can't die."

The owner of the shaky castle greets someone with an elongation.

"Don't fall behind! Cumbers!"

The earthy dwarves came forward with a bigger bottleneck than my body.

"... I have to go to my brother quickly."

Next to him, a young prince with a long bottomless mouth urged him to speak.

Only fully armed soldiers were following him.

"Why are you so anxious?"

And behind him, the king, eagerly raining on the safety of his son, ran his horse, staring at the sky that had been bitten with longing bites.

* *

I looked far beyond the plain.

Under the dark sky, where the idyllic silence is sensible.

There was the capital of the millennium empire.

Somewhere inside that citadel, where there was no common burning fire, there would be a monarch who would take his people to his limbs.

"Even if it's the capital of the Empire, it's the same place where people live, but I don't feel like a person."

I look at the walls buried in the darkness, and I hear the voice of the outsider from behind.

"What's wrong, Saddam? If you're going back, this is your last chance."

I looked back and asked, and the outsider turned his ear.

"If I had thought of going back here, I wouldn't have come here."

I turned my gaze on the outsider who said I should see the face of the Emperor.

Adelia, who had a rather pale face, stood by me as if she had waited.

I had no choice but to give up persuading the two of them to give up on a more solid doctor's expression than a hundred words.

"Be firm, then."

All I could do was warn.

"Looks like they've been waiting for us."

At that moment.

Curr.

The glottis opened with a loud voice.

"Let's go."

I walked towards the gate that was so wide open.

To end the damn war.

To end the nightmare with Burgundy.