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

A year.

For some it is as short as chalna, and for others it is as long as cowardice.

For the soldiers and nobles of the Kingdom of Leonberg who were running day and night for the post-war apprenticeship, one year was like the former, and one year was like the latter for the royal family of Leonbergers and some people who were only waiting for those who had left now to return.

The young Duke of the North was also one of those who spent a year in such a cowardly manner.

"I should have followed you no matter what!"

Vincent Ballerhard grumbled and said that the outstretched arm beside him was neither new nor savory.

"The duchess grows dizzy."

Vincent Baleard twitches Warlock's face.

"No. The man who went out to subdue the monsters won't come back for a year, but I'm not going to complain! Thanks to you, the uniform came to Dodger!"

The old knight, Vale, still faces Yale.

"I don't know. Just because Ian was here doesn't make you feel better. Rather, it's a good thing you didn't increase your workload."

Vincent, who was complaining of eloquence, kept his mouth shut without refuting.

Certainly, the prince sat at the head of the desk, running all over the place rather than taking care of things.

I don't know, but if there had been a prince, there would have been twice as many knights to deal with.

"Well, you're too late to come back, aren't you? Maybe something bad happened..."

"To the boy?"

As if Vale had heard something he couldn't hear.

He then asked, "Where did the child make the bad things?"

Even this time, Vincent did not refute.

Even that dreadful darkness could not have caused the potential prince to faint.

"I didn't know what would happen if I went out once. I'm more worried about the future."

Vincent stretches his shoulders.

"Isn't that right, anyway?"

After leaving the camp to defeat monsters, the thunderous prince of the world started to stir up all over the world as if he were going to dry up the Sinda seed for a year.

The day of his return was coming.

Of course, it was not a voluntary return.

The prince was one year, two years, and a person who would still be everywhere.

"By now, the messenger will have met the boy."

In fact, I have sent messengers several times before.

The prince only ignored the return order.

"This time, you won't ignore your return order. It's a big deal."

But this time it was different.

"He's not that young."

The royal return order that this messenger took had a good reason to do so.

No matter how much the prince just left, he will not ignore it.

They believed so.

Fortunately, their faith was fulfilled.

"His Royal Highness is on his way back!"

Immediately after I heard that the prince who did not know how to leave and come back was on his way home.

"Get ready!"

"You don't know where you're going, so you have to hurry as fast as you can!"

"Be as hasty as you can, but not without a slight setback!"

The crown has begun to become busy.

That's how a month went by.

"The wire that went out in the middle of the day has joined His Majesty!"

"If the healthcare team is fast now, we will expect His Majesty to arrive in the royal palace by tomorrow evening and not later than this morning!"

Another day passed.

And finally, the day of the return of the prince.

As if the restlessness had been a lie until now, the crown was silent.

It seemed like it was sinking in some kind of vault.

As the darkness darkens, the turtle's tranquillity grows stronger.

War with the Empire, and defeating monsters.

The prince, who returned to the royal palace in two years' time, was just enough to notice that different atmosphere.

"Hi!"

A prince with more than 300 knights kicked his elongated waist.

"Your Majesty is back!"

Soldiers of the King's Guard opened the gates wide, looking at the golden man, who was as sharp as he was in the dark.

The prince drove his horse through the gates without slowing down.

Head straight for the royal palace.

Tofu tofu.

Only the rushing hooves of horses resounded in the serene royal palace.

"Open the door!"

Before the news of the Gate Soldier arrives, the prince who stands in the royal palace shouts.

The palace door was opened as the court knights waited.

Open it!

The prince, who passed through the door in a single breath, snorted from the horse.

"Your Majesty?"

Then he asked the court clerk in the middle of the yard.

"In the Great War..."

Even before the knight's answer was finished, the prince pushed the floor and rushed towards the Feud.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Royal Highness."

Those who knew him all over the place bowed their heads and greeted him, but the prince never stopped clapping.

I just rushed and ran to the Feud.

So it's finally early war.

"Open the door!"

The court knight, who was fed up by the power of the prince running from the end of the corridor, opened the door of the Feud without hesitation.

"His Royal Highness Prince Idrian Leonberger..."

"Your Majesty!"

Before the court knight's example was finished, the prince, who had passed through the gates of the Great War, called out to my father.

"Your Majesty! Where are you! Lungs..."

Then it hardened as it was.

The Prince's gaze swept through the inside of the Feud.

There were numerous people on the left and on the right around the red carpet that crossed the middle of the war.

From the old aristocrats to the noble knights and envoys from all over the world.

Their outfits seemed spectacular even at the big banquet.

A fire burst into the prince's eyes.

"Sometimes now...!"

Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

In a furious outburst, the Feud's statues and glass windows shake as if they were broken.

Nobles and envoys from all over the world, who were only dreaming about the unexpected, bowed and knelt instinctively.

"Now I thought the time of the Kingdom was right! How come you don't have any thoughts!"

The nobles bowed themselves to the prince's plight, and the envoys shrugged their necks.

"This is what I look like when I leave for a while..."

Prince Ellen, who was in control, looked behind his back.

There was a king.

Growing as spectacularly as the rest of the Feud.

The prince's gaze looked up and down.

From feet with gold threads on white leather, to heads with golden crowns that are a few times more spectacular than before.

I looked, I looked, I looked.

Then his gaze stopped on the king's face.

"Lungs, Your Majesty. You must be uncomfortable..."

"Why should my father's body and mind be at ease because the elder son who left his house does not return?"

The king faces with a nice, bloody face.

"What does that mean..."

The prince still did not understand the situation and was a brutish face.

"Come here."

The king embraced such a prince.

"Why, I think I'm more of a Yawin."

In the words of the king, the prince regained his mind and abandoned him.

Says the soil is buried in the white growth.

"The blood and sweat of the kingdoms is molten clay, and it is from the land that the kingdoms should stand in the future. Why should it be considered unclean?"

The king embraced the prince more or less.

He was a prince who could sow his teeth as much as he wanted, but he dared not refuse to touch it, but stood in a tangled position and dreamed of his hands.

"Let's go."

After a while, the king, who had taken his son out of his arms, grabbed his hand.

The nobles of the kingdom, the knights, and the envoys of the nations clasped their heads, and two rich men sat on the red carpet.

And when he came to the high table, he took off his hand, and looked back at his son.

The prince still seemed desperately rolling his head to determine the situation.

The Fierce King smiles at the statue.

So the king, who had reached the highest place before the throne, turned away.

And many lifted up their heads, and waited for the king's mouth to open.

"Everyone, listen up."

Then the king opened his mouth.

Only the king's voice resonated in the Silent War.

"As the legitimate monarch of the Kingdom of Leonberg, I would like to take this opportunity to announce one important fact."

It was a powerful voice that rang out in the corner of the war.

At the same time, it was also an unmistakable voice.

Just like the day I declared my independence and welfare to the Empire in the past.

The expression was also a lot of awareness.

"I, Lionel Leonberger, proclaim here!"

The king's voice grew violent.

"After today, Leonberg will be reborn as an empire, not a kingdom!"

The envoys raised their heads in a no-fly declaration.

I was astonished at the look on my face with my mouth wide open.

But not all envoys were like him.

The envoy of the Kingdom of Dothrin and the envoy of the Kingdom of Tutton simply said, "Here it comes."

No, not to mention the nobles and knights of the empire.

"Long live the Leonberg Empire! Long live Imperial Leonberger!"

"Leonberg Empire! Forever!"

They roared enthusiastically for the birth of a new empire.

"Hail! Hail! Hail!"

The envoys did not dare to challenge the sudden proclamation, no matter how great it might be.

Ugh.

The Emperor raised his hand.

The noise that sounded like the war was about to leave was as frequent as a lie.

"Northern Prince, Vincent Erhanheit Balahad, come forward and stand before me."

The young Duke came forward at the Emperor's call.

Healthy.

The prince with a frozen face, the Duke of Idrian Leonberger, who is now an emperor, kneels before the emperor.

"Your Majesty! Vincent Erhanheit Balohad, I stand before you under orders!"

The Emperor stood on a statue and looked down at the Duke.

"I express my deepest gratitude for the dedication your family has shown in several wars, and I grant you the title of Grand Duke as Emperor of the Leonberg Empire. Twelve camps south of the Rhine Pearl will also be under the Erzherzog Norden flag, and the five new northern forces will also be under the command of the Grand Duke!"

Despite the sudden declaration, the Duke bowed his head in a heinous move without any agitation.

"I also give the Crest of Evergreen to the House of Ears in honour of the loyalty and devotion of the Valrhardians. I hope that the Balahard family will never wither in the winter like it is today."

"I will do my best!"

In time, a court knight standing under the Feud statue handed over a pile of dried stone to the Grand Duke.

Aggravation.

The Grand Duke rises from his seat and spreads out the chunk of cloth he received from the Knight.

Balehardga's tripping with three shields is revealed.

A completely new flag with an evergreen in the middle of the shield on a blue-colored background, unlike in the past, which was just a blacksmith.

"I pay tribute to the dedication and sacrifice of the House of Ballerhard!"

"May there be only endless glory in the days ahead of the Grand Duke!"

The nobles and knights of the Second World War shouted in homage to each other.

Healthy.

The young Grand Duke nodded his eyes as the roar sounded.

Until then, towards Idrian Leonberger, who still had a crazy face.

The arrogant expression seemed to me to be this disgusting.

Idrian Leonberger, who frowns a lot, looks around again rather than staring at the Grand Duke.

The king who suddenly proclaimed the Empire and gave the Duke his throne.

An outsider who received an upper hand and thanked him without any surprises.

Likewise, nobles and knights who are enthusiastic without embarrassing colors.

All of that was like a well-crafted play.

When he noticed that,

"Prince Leonberger's blood. Say your name."

He was already at the heart of the stage.

"Lionel Leonberger's eldest son, Idrian Leonberger, was given to me."

Idrian Leonberger, who still frowned, replied as if possessed.

"Idrian of Leonberger. What beliefs do you want to keep in place?"

The Emperor's question was followed.

"... to cast iron into those who jeopardize the country, and to those who covet the other side of Leonberger."

He said as he thought for a moment.

The emperor, who became a satisfied face, nodded for a moment and asked again.

"Do you not doubt that your faith will bring stability and radiance to the future of the Empire?"

"... I have no doubt."

Idrian Leonberger raises his head and looks at my father.

He seemed to ask what the hell he was doing.

The emperor pretended not to know.

"Idrian Leonberger. Swear here. Swear that your faith will continue to be the same today, and that you will do your utmost to this end."

"... I swear. No, but what are you doing now?"

Idrian Leonberger, who kept answering questions, asked the Emperor.

The Emperor did not even measure what he heard this time.

"In the name of Lionel Léonberger, head and legitimate monarch of Léonberg."

Just a small fee and envoys from all over the country watching.

"Declare Idrian Leonberger the emperor of the Empire, as determined, just and firm as his beliefs."

I just proclaimed the birth of a new emperor.