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

Everyone was convinced of victory.

What the aristocrats of the Empire were worried about was the failure of the Mole and the loss of the hunt, not the defeat of their allies.

But the operation that I thought would never fail returned to failure.

It is no longer a matter of operations, but of his own comfort.

"I would not have gotten to this point if I had kept the gates closed! "

The nobles gave up the advantages of Mercury and regretted the decision to meet the enemy in the plains, but it was too late.

From now on, I intend to deal with the enemy with the benefit of Mercury properly.

"Idrian Leonberger is after your commander! "

They rigidly locked the gates, on the one hand, and rushed the messengers to the nearby citadel for support.

"It won't be hard to stop the troops from arriving on time. "

They believed that if only the reinforcements could stop Idrian Leonberger at the nearby citadel.

The heads of the aristocrats, who were panicked by the unexpected defeat, began to spin.

Then they were able to deduce the cause of the defeat.

It was probably the first reason that each individual was attacked before the siege was complete, and the power of Idrian Leonberger, who thought that ten Paladins would be able to capture enough, was much better than expected.

I felt so sorry for the lost troops.

The existence of the transcribed paladins made me sick.

I should have been dedicated to Mercury, ignoring the presence of Idrian Leonberger from the beginning. If I had, I wouldn't have lost so much valuable power.

The thought of biting the tail came to the man who had made the first operation.

"If it weren't for you! "

The little one, who was confidently in charge of the operation, flocked to the palace.

"I mean, it's not my fault! "

He desperately defended himself.

No matter how brilliant the knight is, we can't overcome that absolute troop car. If anything goes wrong, there are front-line commanders who are not properly surrounded and have left a gap for the enemy.

It was an empty echo.

Nobles who lost their peace with unexpected defeats and the presence of enemies who had reached the threshold did not listen to the excuses of the Viscount.

"By deceiving our commanders with three tongues, and consequently benefiting the enemy, the sin is heavy enough to pay for ten deaths! "

The nobles cut off the head of Viscount Gear and hanged him at the gate.

Externally, the Duke of Léonberg has committed a crime of having driven his allies into a trap through the Kingdom.

In doing so, Idrian Leonberger's achievements, who defeated three corps with five hundred troops, were disparaged by his cunning scheme, and the failure of the operation was attributed to the Duke of Spy.

The soldiers believed him like a stone.

No one thought that only five hundred troops had devoured more than ten times as many.

It wasn't even common sense, it didn't make any sense.

Even if they tricked soldiers with such false propaganda, they could not deceive themselves.

The nobles were overwhelmed with extreme anxiety.

I think Idrian Leonberger will show up and stick a knife in their heart right now.

"Why aren't backup troops coming? "

I tried to wipe off the messengers, but nothing changed.

One day passed, another day passed.

"What the hell happened! Why no news! "

The reinforcements were still the subject of deplorable news.

Some of the messengers who had left the castle without being able to do so had to come back and report the situation.

But no one came back.

The nobles were overwhelmed with extreme anxiety.

The presence of nearby citadels, fortresses, and enemies who were lost in time, as promised.

They were not foolish enough to know what that meant.

It was one of the two.

Not one of the messengers who had left the citadel had completed their mission, nor had the fortress and fortress heard of sending reinforcements.

"Looks like the enemy has taken hostiles and captured all their messengers. "

They put more weight on the electronics side.

Some expressed concern about the possibilities on the latter side, but not so much.

It didn't make any sense.

Of course, the electronics didn't make any sense either.

With only five hundred troops left, it was a blur to believe that the fortress, which had nearly ten times as many troops guarding it, would not have gone through it.

"The other citadel and fortress will soon know that the enemy is after the Command. Until then, the enemy will retreat. "

There were limits to shaking deep without proper supplies and support.

The nobles of Command expected their enemies to retreat on their own.

And their prediction was missed again this time.

Idrian Leonberger had no intention of retreating in the first place.

It was only after the cavalry returned that they went out of the citadel to find out where the enemy was.

"There are corpses everywhere! "

"They're all allies! "

The cavalry reported the catastrophe around the citadel with a firm face.

"Less than three hundred, more than a thousand! Troops of Nantes, Cordurão, Liante, Orão and Pengmart Fortifications! "

Nantes, Corduren, Liante, Orang, Pengmart.

They were all nearby citadels and fortresses that sought support.

In the meantime, another cavalry returned. They were also with Vivo.

"A day's walk from the citadel! Trace of Battle found! We have identified the Iron Knights' crest on the body found at the scene! "

The Iron Knights were the best in the Empire.

"The Iron Knight Commander? Lord Jury de Jurgian is not such an easy man! "

In particular, the Iron Knight Commander was close to the edge of Penta. Of the known paladins, the nobles asked with a dull, white face.

"Sir Jury De Jurgian's body was also identified while he was collecting the body of the Iron Knights. "

Thus, the cavalry informs the warrior of Paladin, whose face the Empire boasts of.

The nobles are completely frozen.

"Now, I mean. Sounds like Idrian Leonberger is killing each of his allies with bait at the citadel here. Am I crazy? "

One of the dogs said it was outrageous.

A reality that everyone had guessed, but couldn't get out of the car mouth.

Everyone was feeling it.

I realized that they had fallen as a single bait and were no more than hostages.

But when I realized that, it was too late and after.

Dang! Dang!

A tumultuous sound echoes across the citadel.

"Enemy!"

Urgent shouts echoed from all sides.

"The Leonberg Empire Army! "

An article that appeared one step late informed me of the enemy's appearance.

"Check out the crooked golden maggots! Idrian Leonberger is the star of the enemy! "

The white-haired nobles headed straight for the wall.

Until then, they had the same enthusiasm.

Although he was humiliated by only five hundred enemies, he believed that the charter had not been struck to such an extent.

I thought that I would not be able to give the Citadel a shout, even if I can't find Idrian Leonberger right now.

Obviously, he believed that, and he was in his own way.

"Show him how strong the Empire's stronghold is..."

Ahhhhhhh!

Everything has become meaningless in the presence of an overwhelming presence that blooms slowly from the end of the plain covered with earthy spiders.

Dang, Dang...

The sound of the roar of the attack faded slightly.

"...!"

The shouts that were constantly being heard slowly became more frequent.

At this point, I heard nothing.

Doodoodoo-doo.

All I hear is a thunderous hoof.

The world began to turn slowly.

Only one horde of cavalry ran out of the dark plains.

The crest of the crowned golden lion engraved on my flag was strangely clear.

Standing at the forefront, the figure of a knight running a horse pokes his eyes out.

The knight slants his sword.

The sparkle rises from the tip of the sword.

The light spreads over a dark plain.

They stare at the light as if they were possessed.

I caught sight of the master of the night.

Prince of the Kingdom of Leonberg,

The Lion of the North,

Idrian Leonberger.

Monster that destroyed 3 legions, roamed around the citadel, and devoured the undeniable soldiers.

It was the name of an enemy that would be cool to chew.

But it was weird.

While looking at him, the nobles were unable to carry a little deliberation.

Then they found out.

Idrian Leonberger was not who they thought he was.

He was neither an outstanding knight nor a terrible monster.

I never dared to fight.

Impossible, or something to call Mizzie.

Rather than the same human being.

"Flower Dragon..."

It was something that resembled the catastrophe that devastated the south of the Empire.

When they realized that.

Pa!

The glorious dawn descends upon the wall.

The dawn stayed on the wall for a while, and it disappeared.

It's as if it didn't exist from the beginning.

* *

"Ugh..."

Soldiers groan.

One of them just woke up from a horrible nightmare.

Soldiers with blurred eyes twirl around.

"Huh?"

The soldiers who looked around hardened like that.

The soldiers' eyes turned to one place as if they had made a promise.

There were no things to be.

As usual, the solid glottis was holding still and the seat was empty.

Some of the walls that surrounded the fort without a crack disappeared without a trace.

Disappeared were not just parts of the gates and walls.

I can't see the cerebral unit that climbed the wall in the sudden appearance of the enemy.

The owners of the fort, the lords who ruled the twenty-two territories everywhere, and the knights who carried them away.

They were all gone.

Soldiers rubbed their eyes.

But the same was true when I scrubbed a few times.

In an incomprehensible situation, there was nothing soldiers could do.

I was just standing there with my frozen face.

I heard the sound of horseshoes in the ears of the half-spirited soldiers.

Soldiers turn their squeaky necks and look outside the walls.

Idrian Leonberger, who had more than five hundred men, was there.

He didn't do anything.

He did not run among the wide open walls, nor was he afraid with a loud voice.

I just stood there and looked up at the wall.

I didn't see his face on the helmet.

Nevertheless, in the eyes of the soldiers, he seemed to be smiling.

Furry.

Soldiers who are powerless on their legs sit still.

They hide behind the stubborn crawling walls.

Then he dragged his two knees and dug his head.

Come on, guys.

So the soldiers sit down, curled up, and let the night go.

And when they regained consciousness, the Leonberg Empire Army was already gone.

* *

Twenty-two senior nobles.

The Seven Elite Legion.

Knights Nine.

Paladin Twelve.

One fortress.

This was the number of warriors within the Burgundian Empire in the few battles that took place shortly after the opening, and at the same time more than five hundred star units led by Idrian Leonberger were put up for only a full time until the Leonberg Empire Army took full action.

It was a catastrophe as terrible as the appearance of the pharyngeal dragon in the history of the Burgundian Empire, and it was an endless feat for the warriors of the Kingdom of Leonberg.

At this time of battle, Idrian Leonberger became known as the Militia, and the Knights and Commanders of the Empire of Burgundy had a nightmare that could not be shaken forever.

The Fraudulent Burgundy Empire Army quickly began to collapse in front of the Patriotic Front of the Leonberg Empire Army.

Less than a month after the war, seven front-line forts collapsed. Four territories were placed under the influence of the Leonberg Royal Army.

And in time, the Dothrin Royal Army began to surge.

The western kingdoms, which suffered from the quadrupling of monsters, were victorious after a long struggle, and the Tutton Kingdom was the first queen in history.

Queen Tutton solidified her support base, while constantly calling for the awakening of the Western kingdoms outside.

She called on the empire not to forget the blood that was shed during the dizziness of the time. Otherwise, she would not have had a chance to return the blood to the empire.

Western kingdoms mobilized all capabilities to stabilize the country and prepare for war.

In response, the fifth prince of Burgundy sent a messenger to the three princes proposing a ceasefire.

The third prince showed my willingness to cut off the messenger's throat and send him back.

The civil war intensified, and the millennial film of the empire became obsolete.

And then, the Emperor moved.

In a way no one could have thought of, when no one would have expected it.