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

Taylor Tailm was the youngest of the barons.

I didn't have the talent to do this, and I didn't have a great connection. All you have is one ring tied to your chest, and the royal palace would never have come to the royal palace, just like that. That was Taylor Tailm.

However, he was now on his way to the royal palace by invitation.

"It would have been nice if the King had been an honorable invitation with the seal of His Majesty. "

Unfortunately, the seal on the invitation did not belong to His Majesty the King. The invitation he received was sent by Mannani, called the shame of the Leonberger royal family.

"Prince Idrian Leonberger"

Despite everyone's aversion to meeting, there was no hesitation in Taylor's steps towards the royal palace.

He had work to do.

I can see the royal palace. The heart of a splendid and magnificent kingdom has come into his eyes.

That wreck in there...

He stepped forward with a splash of silence.

But the angle didn't last long.

Gigi died primarily in the appearance of a splendid palace, and Gigi was pressed again because it was not uncommon for those who came and went into it. So by the time he got to the First Prince's uterus, Taylor was completely atrophied.

"What, you're the first? "

I stand in a bigger armoury than a family barracks waiting for a prince to appear, and I hear a disturbing voice. Turning his head along his voice, the butchered boy looked at him.

"Did you pick the wrong one? It's so gross."

You can see the arrogant eyes of the opponent, the immense body that could not be covered with expensive clothes. I know that the fat boy in front of my eyes is a wrecked one-prince.

"You are the enemy of the Leonberger family! Tailma's younger brother should pay his respects! "

A commotion burst out while I was looking at the prince for a moment. A court knight dressed in glorious golden armor.

"Te, Tailma's younger brother, Taylor greets Prince Idrian Leonberger. "

Angry Taylor reflectively greets you.

"Yeah. Yeah. "

The prince greeted him with an attitude that no rat horn could find.

Arrogant, arrogant and vulgar, the prince was indeed a great man of rumor.

Hoo.

Taylor breathes. I stretched out my shriveled shoulders and grasped my atrophied heart. It wasn't easy. My shoulders shriveled off because of the occasional court knight's eyes.

Let's wake up.

Taylor reminds me of the misfortune between Mannani and the family.

A few years ago at the banquet, my father and brother faced an unwashable insult. On that day, the honor of the family fell to the ground, and his father and brother became laughing and were still being ridiculed by all the nobles.

What he came here today was to avenge the insult he had suffered that day.

I had to eat my heart out.

"Take your chances. The battle hasn't even started yet. "

He looks at the prince and puts a sword in his heart, and a loud voice is heard.

He was also a reputable knight in the kingdom, Earl Valrhaud.

"Bar, Lord Balahard! Baron Tailme's younger brother, Apprentice Knight Taylor, is the ruler of the Balahard family and commander of the 3rd Battalion, the Knight of the Quad Chain. Don't forget, it's a lifetime of honor to meet you! "

"Nice to meet you."

I had a short conversation, but I felt the prince's weight was different from it. Taylor looks at Count Valrhaud with a ton of reminders on his face.

"Look at the difference between the sexes. If anyone sees you, they'll think you're a loner. "

The prince stumbled in the middle and slaughtered his mouth. In the wind, the first encounter with the great knight collapsed. Taylor's impression was deformed.

"Why don't you do what you normally do? "

"I live in my head right now, and it's an old story. "

How can I be so indifferent to someone who is my only wife? The prince was, according to the rumors, an unharmed man.

"For you, the old story is now for someone. "

Earl Balahard scolds the prince in cold blood and gestures.

"Do you need time to unwind? "

"I kept it hot enough while I was coming! "

"Then you can start right away. "

In the words of Count Balahard, the court knights retreat outside the armoury.

Without even asking me, the prince grumbles and sits on the other side of the armory. Taylor sits on the opposite side of it.

I waited quietly, so the court knights each brought me a sword. It was a Training Longsword that killed the day.

Taylor, who saw the sword, smiled unknowingly.

Even if he killed the day, the exam was an autopsy. If I got it right, I would have suffered enough for a few months, and I didn't have enough butterflies to solve my family's grudge.

"Tailm's next of kin, Taylor. An apprentice knight in a single chain, using Black Tailman's Sword. "

"It's not a duel, it's a big one. Roughly. Roughly. "

No matter how difficult the battle was, there was a courtesy among those who learned the sword, and the prince was not even in the middle of it.

It's Anhamu himself.

"Thank you very much. "

Still, Taylor pays tribute and tribute to his opponent.

"Then get started. "

But to pay tribute and examples in such a formal way was also before the beginning of the Declaration fell.

"Suck!"

Scaredly after the words of Count Balahard ended, Taylor rotated the manna ring in the middle of his chest. The muscles that were energized and hardened all over my body were released in an instant.

All that was left was a sense of moderate tension and a mission to avenge the family's grudge.

Taylor smiled bitterly.

"Then I'll go first. Please be careful."

Rather than a warning, he said a word close to the notice, and then hit the floor. The distance narrowed in an instant.

Thunder beetle, I'll let you know I'm scared of the world.

"Hap!"

I put out my sword. I thought it was the last strike, and I empowered myself to spare no more time. Maybe a frightened manganese can give up the fight.

Soon the prince rolled over the floor and drew a picture in his head. I felt like I was going to fly when I remembered the look of the prince who was crying.

Cans.

"Huh?"

The moment I heard the sound of the turtle, I felt like I was flying in the sky. The prince was so easily struck.

"Is it because the rings are one? "

Behind a vertically staggered sword, the prince said.

"It's just a little prickly. "

I clandestinely put the Mana that flowed out of the ring on the sword. Even if he didn't die, he wielded his sword with enough strength to suffer for several months.

It wasn't enough for a fool to stop a prince who had only a few months' training in swords.

But it got stuck.

Taylor couldn't understand.

"Uh, how? "

So I asked, and the prince laughed behind the sword.

"Good night."

The prince shook his sword while using the impression of Warlock without even knowing the castle.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

The prince's sword makes a strange sound. Obviously,

"Sword"? "

The sound of the sword singing remained in my place as the manna flowed.

* *

"Oops!"

The court knights who saw Taylor Tailm's strikes took refuge in vain. Their feet were pounding as if they were jumping in the middle of an armoury right now.

But before they jump into Mitchell's armor, Taylor's sword strikes the prince.

Everyone expected the prince to roll over the floor.

The attack on Mana's sword was a notion that it could only be stopped by Mana's sword. It was too intense for the prince to stop it only three months after he had begun training the sword.

I certainly thought so.

Cans!

But it wasn't.

The prince stops Taylor's sword without stepping back.

I wonder if he collected Mana from the sword at the last moment.

The court knights thought that Taylor had considered the opponent's identity.

"Uh, how? "

However, Taylor's face, which is a face of strong mistrust, was never the face of someone who had deliberately seen the situation.

Ooooooooooooo.

And at that moment, the sword sounded.

At least none of the people here were surprised to hear the sword. Nevertheless, they were not surprised.

The sword was flowing from the prince's sword.

"Huh."

The court knights sigh or groan.

The sword was too high to reach the prince only three months after he had begun to master it.

"I didn't expect you to hide such qualities. "

"How could the world not know you? "

The court knights lamented.

If the world had recognized the prince's face a little earlier, they would not have learned such ridiculous skills.

It was a shame.

"Calm down!"

At that time, Baron Tailm's wife scattered her sword. It was a sharp coupler that sequentially snapped a spike.

The court knights were amazed by the remarkable achievements the prince had seen, but did not think that the prince would take the attack completely.

And again, their expectations were missed.

The prince's sword strikes the sword in turn. Every time I lost Taylor's black mane, I cut through the air or took a floor.

It was an unexpected distribution, but the prince's propaganda just got there.

Taylor started emptying out his pride. The prince's hands and feet became dizzy and quickly became endangered.

The court knights are ready to enter this time.

"Stop."

It was Count Valrhaud who made them all.

"Behold your master, not the sword. "

At that time, the court knights saw the prince.

"Do you still see a great sense of urgency in your eyes? "

The court knights didn't answer.

The prince was smiling.

Even though it was a messed-up face, the prince was definitely smiling.

* *

It was true that the Mana of the Ring was the ultimate play of the Mana of the Heart.

Ugh. It's rattling.

At first, it was just a prick, and now it's shaking my insides every time I get hit. There was already a sign that Mana's flow would be stranded.

The inverted insides and boiling manna were the predecessors of the typical manna countercurrent. This way, you'll vomit blood in no time.

But I laughed nonetheless.

I saw a frowned face of the corpse. The self-inflicted feeling of not being able to make a fool of the prince, the grudge and hostility that was initially concealed but now openly revealed. I opened my mouth, looking as if I were seeing even the enemy of Wong Daecheon.

"Did you say Tailm Baron's younger brother? "

The opponent stabs the sword instead of answering. At first I wanted to control it a little bit, but now I stab it openly.

"You need to cool your head. "

I liberated something that was already asleep in me, looking solely at the opponent, the one-sided attack.

One of the innumerable "I" swords, or the divine sword, or something else.

Part of my soul that I could not reveal because it was unacceptable in my weak body.

Mana Hart has embraced a great will.

One color will be overlaid over the colorless Mana Heart.

The will of the sleeping dragon () is awakened.

The heart of the dragon has been activated.

It was the memory of the most recently active sword, the essence of the heart that was processed to slaughter the dragon.

The energy from the dragon's heart is combined with the dragon sword.

A sword that was lightened for the true dragon, but was abandoned by its master, and became dull for hundreds of years, I met my mate and cried out.

Kirr.

There was a cry that was clearly different from the sword.

"Calm down!"

In the meantime, the opponent's coalescence is compromised.

Seeing the flying sword, I scattered it.

The sword stretches out.

Two swords strike in the air.

A manga of insignificant rings is shattered in front of a huge will.

A hard iron shatters with a sharp sound.

Quajic.

I ate the sword of a greedy black apprentice knight without leaving it.

Kirr.

And then I couldn't fill my stomach, so I went forward and forward.