I Became the First Prince

"If you can follow me, follow me..."

I heard the voice of Volmen.

"If you go, you have to tell me whether you want to go or not."

I was annoyed by the constant complaints.

"Oh, a little!"

I couldn't take it anymore and shouted, and I stopped complaining that I was not resting.

Eli stares at me with a shocked face, as if he were real.

I felt a little sorry for the look on his face.

But it was only for a moment.

The man who looked at my eyes soon lived and began to complain again.

"Lord Arwen, Lord Adelia, Lord Vale. I can't, Montpellier. I can't. How can I....."

I was exhausted because I received a complaint that lasted all night.

I didn't even have time to say anything anymore.

That's why I only kicked that Montpellier guy by my side.

"Billion! Your Majesty! All of a sudden I... Why...!"

"I rushed all the way to Barbados to help you, and you want to keep smoking late? You keep getting late."

"Hey, the Barbarians are not because of me, Your Majesty...."

"I don't know why."

The man who looked at me with an unfair face kept his mouth shut and bowed his head.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry."

"Tsk. Let's do it. Huh?"

"…… I will be careful."

As I'm paying attention to Montpellier, Arwen and Jorden approached and told me that they're ready to go.

I stand behind Eli and Montpellier looking at me with a frowny face.

"Let's go."

We headed straight south.

Running horses without rest during the day and camping at night in search of a suitable place.

If you see such a small town, you unload and release the Admiral.

Small towns and cities were thoroughly evaded.

That place was most likely handwritten by Vincent.

No, I must have written it down.

Vincent was a man who didn't know about the Baldhad clan, abandonment.

I didn't know he was leading the chase by now, hoping to catch me.

If Vincent catches the dwarf, he can be dragged to the road palace without even going to the realm of the Flower Dragon.

I shouldn't have.

He ran out of the palace declaring that he would give up his majesty. If he was dragged into the middle, there would be no such disgrace.

I hastened the path even further.

"Are you on the right track?"

I looked for a guide who was anxious.

By the way.

"Yes? Yes. I mean, it's going right!"

The Jordanian response was not the same.

Usually, when you guide, Jordan says he's the best, he says he's the only one he trusts, and when he talks loudly, he rolls his eyes back and forth.

How suspicious he looked, he seemed to be caught stealing.

"Hmm."

I opened my eyes and saw Jordan.

And it wasn't one or two of the odds.

Jordanian emptying has increased recently.

He said he would go check the road first, but the number was too frequent.

Somehow I felt like I was avoiding myself.

And above all, the number of Jordanian horses has decreased.

Baldhad's best chatter cared about his words, but it was never trivial.

Since when?

It must have been since I went into town alone to see the atmosphere.

I looked up and down at Jordan.

"Why, why?"

He looked at me with a firm face.

So I approached him quietly.

Tuck.

"Lungs, Your Majesty?"

I knocked him on the shoulder.

"Cheer up."

"Yes? Suddenly?"

Jorden's eyes were so grim.

Rare swordfish began to emerge on the head, with wrinkles on the edges of the eyes that were never seen before.

Even the best rangers in Baleard could not escape the years.

I was less than 10 years old when I first saw it, so if I wasn't old, it was strange.

Maybe so.

The body and mind are not the same as before, so the roads are busy and they follow the armed forces.

So it's less natural, and you keep checking the road.

I thought to myself,

Even if Jorden is old and sick and useless, he won't be too clumsy.

"I don't know what it is, but now I feel very bothered to see me....."

Jorden, who choked on his own, roared.

"You're away from the eclipse anyway, so you can go a little slower from now on. So don't be so embarrassed."

Either that or I encouraged Jordan.

Often Jordanians waited with generosity, even though they took the wrong path, not south.

An old Ranger cared that his abilities were not as good as they used to be.

I did, and that Ranger betrayed me.

"How could you do this to me!"

I shouted with a tremble of betrayal.

In his hand, he shook his hand, holding the letter that Jordan was trying to convey to someone.

The letter detailed the route I had traveled, the route I was going forward, and the time it took me to reach that route.

The recipient was Vincent.

"Well, that's not what I wanted! The Lord is threatening you!"

Jorden, caught in the field, instead of making excuses, chose to head his own way.

I met a mystery in a town too far back. Vincent's letter to Milsha said that he would forgive the past mistakes, so he asked me to report periodically.

They also said to delay the movement and attract time so that there were no votes.

When I refused, I couldn't dare say that I would release my fellow Rangers and capture them and make them pay for their trespasses.

"If you're dragged this time, you won't let me down from the wall until I'm old and dead, so you let me go."

Jorden asks for forgiveness, although neither I nor anyone else has to worry about the consequences.

I sighed as I trembled at betrayal.

Jordan's position was understandable.

Me and the outsider should have listened to the nag as best they could.

Gunnena Adelia, Arwen won't even get a reprimand, and Montpellier was the first to save my territory from Vincent's wrath.

In contrast, in Jordanian cases, there was no way out.

I always wondered if Vincent would serve an old ranger on the wall for the rest of his life, but I couldn't guarantee that that would never happen if I thought of Vincent's anger for what I had done this time.

"Whoo."

I sighed and drowned in anger.

"So what's Vincent's purpose? He said he was going to make time to catch up?"

"Yo, will you forgive me?"

"Forgive me, Nabal, and answer me first."

"What happened....."

"My head keeps sticking."

"…… Yep."

The jorden, who was about to rise from his seat, fell down with his head on the road.

"First of all, there's no chase."

An eclipse came out of Jordanian mouth one step late.

Vincent knew I couldn't turn my steps until I sent a chaser in the first place, so he didn't even send a chaser.

I didn't seem to intend to take me by force, even though the immediate diet was being held.

I felt relieved.

At the same time, the question deepened.

"So why did you do this to me?"

"I don't know that either....."

He replied that he did not know if Vincent had told him that far, and that Jordanian did not know what Vincent was up to.

"Hmm."

I've been thinking.

But I had no way of knowing what Vincent was thinking.

"Unemployed. Do you have any idea where you're going?"

"He is an insolent man who has no way of telling lies to my father. It's me."

"Still, he's a son of a bitch. Anyway, I got it."

I asked the outsider in my mind, but the answer didn't come out either.

Others also shared their opinions.

In the meantime, Adelia and Arwen said it would not be easy for Jordan to refuse Vincent's direct report.

"This is the last time. Don't leave me alone if you do something I don't know anymore."

"Go, thank you! I'll do my best to be loyal!"

This is the time Jorden yelled at me because he wanted to.

"Well, can I get up?"

Then he asked me a question.

"No."

So I answered decisively.

"Why……."

Jordan asked why they were all dying in a voice.

"Because it sucks."

That's how I gave Jorden time to reflect and I kept digging.

What Vincent was up to.

It was only a short time after that that that I almost reached the realm of the flower dragon.

Kaaaaaaaaaaah!

I heard a sharp roar from afar.

And lifting up his head, he looked up at the sky, and behold, there were black dots in the sky afar off.

"Knights of Spear?"

They were non-dragons.

I opened my eyes to the appearance of those who did not think.

The non-dragons approaching immediately above their heads began to descend in unison.

Bang.

Something heavy fell before the non-dragons even touched the ground.

"Long time no see."

A heavily armed man, the King of Dothrin.

"I should have been able to stay calm when I heard you were catching a flower dragon."

And the king who put the spear in the ground looked at me with eagle eyes and said,

Stupider than him, I turned my gaze over the king's shoulder.

Kung.

After the descent, the non-dragons put the heavy boxes to the ground.

One step late, the small things fall from the back of the non-dragon.

"Long time no see... … Whoa, whoa!"

I greeted me and saw those who folded their waists and threw away.

They were dwarves of the boiling iron squad.

"Your Majesty, nothing has changed."

As I looked at them, a familiar voice was heard in my ear.

"Jean?"

"For the first time since the immediate ceremony, it's been three years."

A successor to the Kathryn family, my best friend, Jean Kathryn, a cheerful prince, was staring at me with a complicated gaze.

"How do you know this place....."

When the fishermen were dumb about the sudden appearance, they replied:

"The Holy Spirit of Winter……."

"The Northern Arctic Duke……."

Vincent said he sent them here.

I saw the newly arrived power.

King of Dothrin and Jean Catherine.

10 non-dragon knights and 50 elite dwarves here.

It was never short of power compared to my knights.

"Ah……."

Then I found out why Vincent had made Jordanian time interesting.

I wouldn't listen to you anyway, so I'd rather support you behind my back.

I couldn't help but frown.

I threw the crown and ran out of the palace, and I can't believe you think of me like this.

'Win while you're playing King Kiking. Don't get hurt fighting on your own.'

Vincent's voice was heard like a hallucination.

At that time.

Tofu tofu tofu.

I began to hear the sound of horseshoes shaking the axes from afar.

"You're in a hurry."

King Dothrin looked north and said,

And one late step.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

A good court knight's voice echoes across the plains.

He was also an unthinkable one, and I became completely ignorant.

Tofu tofu tofu.

When I woke up, hundreds of horseback riding horses at the end of the plain arrived in front of my nose.

"Your Majesty!"

A splendid knight, who was leading the horse in front of the most beautiful, snuck out of the horse.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Then he came straight to me and knelt on his knees.

"Kars Ulrich! We have just arrived with 582 of the Faeroe Dragon Punitive Force, other than the Palace Knights!"