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

"It seems too sudden. I wonder if Vincent or anyone else would let me out of the blue. Sometimes when I say I'm going hunting, things get too big."

Seeing as I was having a weekend, the offer was suddenly made.

"I don't intend to force you if you don't."

"Poetry, I don't hate it."

"Then let's go. Rich man."

Idrian rubbed his whole body against the word "rich."

However, he summoned Kars Ulrich, who was still standing outside the door, and said, "Prepare for the hunt."

Loyal court knight commander immediately fulfilled the order.

"Why, well. I'm not going alone."

The Northern Archbishop, who was coming to the village to moan, retreated quietly after hearing his mother-in-law's work.

Although I was brief on the scale of those to do it, I was also briefed by Lionel that I wanted to follow the minimum number of people because I wanted the rich to spend time with me.

"You can't. I thought you guys were tough, except for me."

In the middle, Adelia Bavaria and Bernardo Eli came to see the attending doctors, but Idrian couldn't go.

That's why it was the winter ranger.

"The Best Hunter of Winter Castle! With the best Guided Ranger Jorden, there's no sense of hunting in the world!"

With the guide in position, the helical Ranger Jorden teases them with a chatty mouth and leads them to the forest.

"Hmm. I think I need to change the guide……."

Idrian frowns at the chatter of a ranger who doesn't rest for a while.

However, the awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere in the chaos of the Ranger was pleasant to ventilate, and did not really send the guide back.

That's how they roamed the woods.

But Lionel wasn't really interested in hunting.

"Remember when you were a kid, your mother used to give you a bow? I watched you sleep in my arms all night long, grumpy and tired of not being able to pull the protest."

"What about the black one? I don't know about you, but I've seen the first day I caught you in a row with a cold, scary face."

He continued to speak slowly about the old memories.

But unfortunately, there were not many memories of him and the child.

Against the pressure of a sudden, stronger empire and multiple conspiracies, he never saw how the child grew up.

Even if I tried to continue the story further, I only had bad memories.

"……."

He closed his mouth after being eaten, and his eldest son also said nothing.

That was followed by silence for some time.

"Do you know what I found? We found a trail of a very big one!"

It would have led to an uncomfortable atmosphere had it not been for the ranger that appeared at the time.

"Do you want to bet with me?"

"Bet?"

My eldest son's eyes flashed on my father's sudden offer.

It looked like a strong eldest son in a battle.

"It seems that the one who grabs the greater sense of hunting speaks of a wish."

"Good."

The moment the answer drops, Lionel kicks his back.

"Ranger! What's the direction of the hunt?"

"Over there....."

He races his horse in the direction the Ranger points.

"Argh! Deadly!"

I heard the sound of Volmen in the back, but he didn't look back.

In fact, if it was hunting, it was also deep. It wasn't just silk archery that I trained to like Margarita, so I didn't run in the direction the Ranger gave me and chase her trail.

When I ran in the wind, I saw that boar far away.

He was a rare giant, like the Ranger assured.

Lionel quietly measured the distance.

150 Bo.

It was a distance that I would not normally be able to match.

But I thought I could fit in today.

He pulled the protest.

The boar finds him and turns around.

I don't know if he's ever been in the woods, but he's about to run this way.

Lionel protested.

Ping!

The flesh flew into the sky with a refreshing noise.

Fresh!

At that moment, I heard the sound of tearing my ears from behind.

Yippee!

One step late, the boar screams.

Chihuahua...! Changed…….

The moaning boar collapses several times.

Lionel drives his horse and approaches the boar.

There was a sword in the boar's essence. The arrow he blows is stuck in the wrong place, swept away by the wind of the sword.

"This time I won."

It was also then that the eldest son appeared in the back.

On his back, he combed a bow that didn't even protest, and on his waist he rattled an empty sword.

It was ridiculous.

I've never heard of throwing swords into the world and catching prey, and I've never seen a sheep snarling like a great hunter.

"No, where do you come out to hunt and throw a sword and catch a sense of hunting!"

The eldest son of Ranger, who appeared late, replied audaciously to Hillan.

"Why, well. I didn't even have a rule against grabbing it with a sword. Anyway, I got him."

At the end of the day, it's hard to say.

Lionel stops laughing.

"…… That, yes. This guy.... you.. I caught it."

My eldest son sighed with relief as he forcefully swallowed his laughter.

When I saw it, another laugh burst out.

The hunt continued until the sun was inclined.

Lionel did not catch a single hunt while his son was catching an additional small boar.

It was also a wild way of hunting, but it was because the ranger who used to guide him secretly drove a sense of hunting towards his eldest son.

"I think I won."

"It's not too early to guarantee victory."

After a grumpy eldest son, Lionel descends from the horse and finds a trace of a hand-held beast.

Although the Ranger has discreetly interrupted the pursuit, he has succeeded in discovering a new sense of hunting in the Gear.

It was a giant reindeer with gorgeous horns.

He quickly caught the reindeer before his eldest son threw the sword again.

The rangers groan and move the reindeer to the place where they gather their prey.

"I see a bigger one in my eyes, and I wonder what other people think."

In his words, the ranger stares at the reindeer and the boar.

"Your Majesty seems to be bigger, maybe not... I don't know! Boars are smaller! No comparison! Much bigger! Huge!"

The ranger threw up the truth without taking my master's side to the end of the wagon.

"The first boar compared to this one...."

Bang!

Idrian, who never heard of it, scratches the back of the Ranger.

"You look bad! I'm not making fun of anyone!"

The unnoticed ranger shuts his chatty mouth.

The day became completely dark.

It was time to go back to the palace.

"Let's go back now."

Lionel's horse carries a sense of hunting, as the Ranger prepared it beforehand.

They went out into the woods.

The Knights of the Court surround them, who were fearlessly waiting to leave the forest.

"I wonder if you enjoyed it."

Kars Ulrich's question was answered, and Idrian snapped and turned his head.

"I won't lose next time."

It sounded like Lionel was going to go hunting again next time.

He looked at his eldest son.

I couldn't see my face because I turned my back, but I saw as clearly as red bitten ears and neck.

"Just like that."

Lionel poses in the heaviest tone possible to make sure his eldest son is no more ashamed.

"Anyway, it's a bet, so if you get what you want, tell me."

"Are you coming?"

Lionel smiles deeply.

The betting prize was set from the start.

Father.

A title I've never heard from since my eldest son was just a child.

I could have listened to him without a circle by making a bet.

Unfortunately, there was no chance of that.

After returning to the Imperial Palace that day, he fell asleep with a light face and never woke up again.

The emperor, who ran out of clothes early in the morning, smiled and was tired of seeing his father close his eyes.

"Mr. Lee……. I won the bet, and I was alone like this..."

I've only said the same thing a few times, saying I didn't hear any betting prizes.

"I've done all the hard work, and now I want to live a little more comfortably, so what's so urgent....."

Then, after a while, he said in a loud voice.

Like a child who doesn't know what to do when he loses his relatives in the past.

Jaw.

Vale Baleard, who was one step late, put his hand on the head of such an emperor.

"Me, I haven't even apologized yet. I didn't even apologize for pretending I didn't know anything."

"It's okay. You've already forgotten."

"I didn't think I deserved..... to see..... but I didn't. But I can't say a word....."

The Emperor said it was a feast.

Vale groans.

Neither of them deserves to think of each other. I ended up saying goodbye. It was a pity.

But Vale hid the insides of it and said bitterly.

"Even now, it's not too late. Tell me if you have anything to say."

He left his seat for his dishonest nephew.

Maximilian, the nobles, and the great newcomers came running late and hardened themselves in front of the door.

A faint sound leaked through the thick door.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't stop to hear what I was so sorry about.

Time passed while no one dared to open a visit.

A few moments later, the visit took place.

Beyond that, a red-eyed emperor appeared.

"Come in and say goodbye to everyone."

The emperor said in a voice that was still tightly locked, but was better than ever.

The royals and the great mystics took turns and said goodbye to the old monarch.

The funeral was celebrated with great enthusiasm.

The emperor did not say a word during the funeral.

"There is no hope in this country," everyone said. "

It was almost the end of the diet that the emperor opened his mouth.

"The fate of this country in public was so overwhelming that those who say they have done everything in the heavens and the earth! I also thought so once!"

Only the Emperor's remembrance resounded, killing everyone.

"But there was one who didn't give up until the end, so he threw me in a cold furnace and protected me from the fire!"

It was a voice so powerful that no one could hear it in the entire Imperial Palace while it was quiet.

"He didn't dare to step forward because he thought of himself as a retoucher in his life! But he was no boundless reaper king!"

In memory of the Emperor, former court chiefs and older court knights blushed their eyes.

"He is a hero who set himself on fire and defended the fire of hope!"

Then he drew his sword and raised it to heaven.

"He was the last monarch of the kingdom! It was the first emperor of the Leonberg Empire!"

The Emperor also took out his autopsy and raised it high.

"Salute the great monarch who fueled himself and framed the Empire!"

Then I yelled.

* * *

"None of the former monarchs of the Leonberger family were as highly valued as Lionel Leonberger, who split into poles and poles.

His life was not that mild.

His reign was at a time when the Burgundian Empire was intensifying its pressure in earnest. At this time, the kingdom was overflowing with the infidels and the wicked, but it was practically like the kingdom of Burgundy.

Despite this, his policy of not abandoning his aspirations for an intact kingdom bought up the hatred of the Burgundian Emperor, and he also suffered a series of assassination attempts.

With the help of the wise and powerful Queen Margarita Ballhardt Leonberger and the loyal and courageous Knight Schuhilde Schutgart, he was once frustrated by the blasphemy of the bourgeoisie or its nobles.

Because of this, the younger generations were not able to speak of him as just a king, but rather as a strong monarch.

However, the saints did not deny that Lionel Leonberger's energetic and dedicated appearance at the end of the year was the cornerstone of the empire.

In fact, he had a bold, life-saving walk back then, and after a dramatic recovery of his relationship with Idrian Leonberger, who had once suffered a terrible discord, he helped his eldest son blossom his talents as a knight.

It was undeniable that Leonberg gave his entire life to the independence and prosperity of Leonberg, as he finally defeated the old Burgundian Empire and gained control of the Empire.

Severe…….

In doing so, the author, who saw Lionel Leonberger with such a complex face, pondered for a long time and finally found the title he deserved.

He threw himself into an ash-filled furnace and set himself on fire, so he was the king of firewood.

The companion Margarita Balahard Leonberger also made herself a flame and let the whole kingdom spread the flame of the anti-empire, so it's a really good pair....

Excerpt from the life of King Lionel Leonberger, King of Firewood, in the records of the Lion Berger family, which Nicholo Marchiadec personally saw and felt and described as objectively as possible. "