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

The villagers called him a fool.

Greed was a bad nickname for someone who didn't know how to be angry with anyone.

Even if he called me a fool, he was just funny.

People mocked him foolishly but cared and loved him.

No one tried to take advantage of his good will or despise him.

Occasionally, when a foreigner stops by the village and treats him harshly, he gets angry like a fire.

"Don't fight. I'm fine."

Then he smiled like an idiot and drove people away.

People laughed at him like this and worried that he wouldn't kill a fly.

Then one day he died.

"I want to join the mercenaries."

I declared without hesitation.

No, actually, it wasn't.

It was a fortnight ago that the men left town to cover the taxes they were walking without even trying. And it was a few days ago that I came back as a corpse.

He dragged the body all the way to town and gave the villagers a pouch of silver coins.

Then he left the words "the cost of the lives of the dead."

"Where are you going? What kind of a mercenary can't kill a fly!"

"No! Don't be ridiculous. Just stay in town and do your job. I don't even have a few men in town anymore, but I'm going nowhere!"

The villagers dried him up.

He was a mercenary who couldn't kill a fly. That was ridiculous.

Bona Mana was going to be a corpse in a few days.

Like the guys who left first.

"The mercenary who stopped by the village before did. The world is chaotic right now, so they need a lot of people."

The villagers dried him up.

"Ouch! What did he hear! They don't need people, they're bloodthirsty ghosts! I'm not a gentleman like you. I'm not a slut!"

But unlike until now, he did not bend his stubbornness.

Then Gear left town.

After leaving town, he finds the mercenaries that the first men left for a while.

Those who carried the bodies of the dead and took the cost of their lives, thought they would take care of them the same, even if they were wrong.

"That's a good size. If you're lucky, it'll be worth it."

The mercenary's commander welcomed him with a great body.

After learning how to handle the spear for a few days, he was sent to the baron not far away.

There he was immediately put on the battlefield.

The battlefield he never hated in his entire life was hell.

He couldn't understand the simple logic of dying if he didn't.

Eventually, he shook his head and shook his head.

He survived thanks purely to luck.

But that luck didn't last that long.

The second battle was unparalleled from the first.

It was impossible to survive without a single spear.

He speaks without even knowing what he is doing. I stabbed and stabbed other mercenaries desperately.

Then I fell.

As he regained consciousness, he wandered through the forest unnamed by his wounded body.

Later, the pain was pushed.

He hesitated and trembled as he came in.

But the forest of the night was not so kind to a wounded human being.

The bloody beasts begin to hover around him.

He ran out of time.

I didn't know where I was headed, I just ran away and ran away.

There was a cave in front of his sober eyes.

He went straight into the cave without much thought.

And there I met Wen Sword.

[I don't want this guy to die soon.]

Surprisingly, I thought I'd say black.

As well, he had a number of unusual talents.

A completely frozen sword offered him.

Let's make a deal.

He didn't even know what the contract was and accepted it.

[I'm not stupid. You don't even listen to it. You make a deal.]

The sword rattled.

[Don't trust me so easily in the future. How mean the world is. Haven't you ever heard of snoring? Then something big happens.]

He was relieved to hear a blatant voice.

The nagging of the sword must have overlapped the appearance of the villagers.

Somehow, I lost faith.

When I saw that, I cursed him because he was a black idiot again.

Even then, he felt like a villager, so he fully trusted an unidentified sword not long ago.

His decision to do so was consequently quite good.

Black was kind.

[A man like you dies first on the battlefield.]

He spells his readings without rest, but the opposite is true of what he does.

Thanks to him, he could learn a lot from the sword.

According to what the sword said, it must have helped.

Then I went out into the woods for some time.

He immediately found the mercenaries.

The mercenary commander was a good man.

"Yonke was alive."

Not only did I return his birth, but I also took care of the reparation he had forgotten.

Fortunately, the war in Baron's reign was over.

He took his wallet that way and went back to town.

But by the time he returned, the village had already been burned to the ground.

Within a pile of ashes, he draws out the bodies of the villagers.

I could not understand why the villagers had to suffer such a terrible death.

He thought and thought again.

But the answer is he gathers the bodies of the villagers and doesn't come out after he asks them all.

A few nights and a few days have passed.

He was still sitting by the tomb, dumbfounded. Holding a pocket with a crochet coin in your hand.

[Man dies at any time. No one in the world will die.]

After a few days, the sword that only watched him without saying a word left his mouth open.

"You're a sword, so you've seen a lot of people die. But I'm not. I'm not used to dying yet."

[...] There is no death that gets used to the world.]

He looked behind the blemish.

[You can at least bury them with your hands. You can at least say goodbye to them and hug them. I can't do anything. I'm just watching. I watched them die in front of me, their bodies rot into dirt.]

In front of him, how bitter the words of the sword are, his lamentations and intentions become shallow.

"So what do I do?"

After a while he asked the sword.

[Be strong. Never do this again. And keep it.]

Black replied.

And he faithfully fulfilled the words of the sword.

Time passed quickly.

He who didn't scream properly and just ran away became a knight.

But he still called himself a mercenary.

His real life was no different from that of the mercenaries.

I fought for money while wandering the world without a fixed place to live.

People fingered him.

He's a vulgar man with no knight's honor. He's the only one who knows the money.

He wasn't a snob.

Whoever makes jokes or fingerprints, he makes money like a bad guy.

But I didn't spend it that many times.

[Why don't you just put them together and write them down. Why are you leaving the palace like that?]

The black man said he didn't understand anything about it, and he wiped it all the time.

[Do you have money ghosts? If you're gonna do that, make some money. You won't even use it.]

His mouth was open after a long time, even though the sword began to bruise him.

"I can't use it. I tried to use it, but I couldn't."

He replied, touching the little pockets that were buried in his hands.

His face was not a bit different from when he was sitting at the tomb a long time ago.

[... frustrated.]

Since that day, the black man has not spoken of his word.

Once upon a time, his palace said it was a 'money ghost' only when he crossed the street.

Again, time passed.

He finds himself in a small village, unpacking the shaggiest of them and going to bed.

I was going to go east when I opened my eyes again.

If the soldiers of the lord had not come that day and turned the town into a field, he would have left the road again because of the brightness.

Dozens of soldiers appeared to be threatening the villagers with spears in his eyes when he sensed the disturbance in his sleep.

"I don't know the extent of these things, because the Lord is merciful."

"Argh! If you take this far, my village will starve to death! So please..."

The elder, who appeared to be the chief, reasoned the soldier.

"I know I'm starving because I'm young, but starving is pretty horrible. It feels like the stomach leather sticks to the intestines... Ahh. I don't want to think about it again."

The chief hung more desperately in the words of the soldier.

"As you know, please don't let our children die of that kind of pain. I will repay you."

"Yes. I can't let you suffer like that."

The chief's face was brightened.

But he was watching it.

Growing up by the soldiers' eyes was not just a bondage or mercy, but a brutal murder.

"Don't die in pain, just die."

"Yes, soldier? What does that mean...?"

The soldier grabs the chief's collar and lifts it up before the chief even knows what's going on.

"Keek..."

"It is the Lord's command to set an example! Your obedience will be sounded upon the heads of those who do not know grace, so thank the Lord for the great use of your petty lives."

The Chief, who is suffocated, shook his feet.

However, the soldier did not seem willing to release the chief at all.

Rather, I felt like pulling out the sword right away.

At that time, a girl, who seemed to be about seven years old, appeared among the people of the village.

Then he ran to the soldier without any bird to dry, and grabbed the crotch.

"Soldier, black. Our instalments. Let me go. Here's the money. So don't hit our installment."

I had a coin on my hand like a Gossari.

"Ha. I know who these are."

The soldier laughs and kicks the child.

"Evil!"

The child who got kicked rolls the floor.

Tegur.

The coin rolls on the floor.

Ugh.

The wounded hand picked up the coin.

"Kid, will you give me this money?"

The child, who had promised to go to my grandfather and give him the right boat, shook his head.

"No. We have to have that money to make our instalments okay."

"If you only make Grandpa okay, you give me this coin, right?"

"Ha, installments, but when it's okay..."

The child nods with a puffy face.

"All right, it's a contract."

He smiles softly and steps forward in front of the soldiers.

"What are you!"

Soldiers stand in his way.

"I am enforcing my sentence by order of the Lord! I don't know who he is, but fuck off!"

Whether he was a shabby armed man or a burdened man, the soldiers even paid for the Lord's name and smoked a soothsayer.

Or not.

[Remember, if you leave, the Lord's wrath will be upon this town.]

"I assure you, that will not happen."

He only quietly lifted my sword.

"The lord would not be dead by then."

The soldiers put up spears at once and gave them to him.

He calmly walked as if they were not even there.

[The lord is not the end. The king won't like your actions. Maybe you turned this town upside down.]

"Don't pretend you don't know."

Talking to my sword.

"You know how far I'm going anyway."

The sword laughed at him.

[Don Ghost did something wrong with Susitasan.]

At that moment the soldiers rushed to him.

At the same time, his sword flashed.

* *

The war waged by a mercenary against the Kingdom, which began in a town without a name of liberation, surprisingly lasted almost three years.

As a result, the winner was not a king with tens of thousands of troops.

Until then, the perfect name was known, but a mercenary who was more notorious than fame was the winner.

Since then, they have single-handedly overthrown the nation, and they have already been called mercenary kings.

However, no one in the world knew why the mercenary king declared war on the kingdom alone.

Some say it's just because of morals, and others say it's because the storehouses of rich kingdoms are coveted. Some are also called to proclaim their reputation.

At one time, the girl said it was because of a coin she buried.

Opinions were divided, but in the end it was not clear what the real reason was.

The only thing that knew the truth was which party and sword.

[Screaming] Sell me!]

And one of them was being sold somewhere now.

I was angry with the black man.

But the anger was so overwhelming that it felt like there was nowhere else to be found.

[What are you going to do with that body alone...]

Concerns have leaked about someone who has become a Manshin Chang in a war that lasted 1000 days.

[If I knew this, I wouldn't tell you that story then.]

In the meantime, there was a mix of regrets about the dialogue that the grave had long shared before.

A story about a death I had to watch with a sword I couldn't hold and couldn't bury.

[Son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!]

The sword spills resentment.

Towards someone who went to die alone.

The silly man and the sword left in the world, but the coin and the girl's song ended when they faded and no one knew it.

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