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

The message didn't wait for me to clear my mind.

Power, [Screening] is now limited.

If you are an opponent of a lower or similar landscape, you will be able to see its qualities.

"Hey! Wait! What are you!"

And he didn't even answer me.

Power, [Eye of the Third] has become extremely limited.

Better visibility.

Power, [3rd ear] has become extremely limited.

I can hear better.

The message was just a hoax. It's like I used to.

"What is this..."

It was a long time after the message was heard, and even disconnected. I still didn't understand the mysterious phenomenon.

However, it was not difficult to understand the outcome.

[Inside... noises... words... not going in...?]

[.. I don't know my personality.. I went away.. I can't survive..]

The whispering of the faintly heard maidens was a [third ear] virtue, and the world was a [third eye] virtue.

I don't know why, but I've regained my power. Now that was all that mattered.

"Haha."

Luck came by unintentionally. And I quickly caught up with the possibilities suggested by that little fortune.

[.. that.... lost billions..]

[... irresponsible...... injured people... unable to sleep......?]

[... I don't know, but... if I lose... the bottle... many people...]

"Ugh."

I grabbed my head as I listened to the words of the maids outside the door without thinking.

All the manas in the body have been exhausted.

Forcefully stop the use of power.

A silent message informed me of my status.

Then I knew. What the clue [Extremely Limited] meant when the message was said.

The absolute sense of the sword that grabbed everything without a quadrilateral angle no longer existed.

With my current abilities, I was literally aware of the situation around me in a limited way.

whether you listen to the sound outside the door or watch the painting on the wall in a relatively detailed way without getting close.

I couldn't do it after I squeezed all the exquisite manas.

"Let's start with manatong. "

Soon after the creation of Mana Hart, I was convinced that change would happen again in some way if I increased the amount of Mana.

Glug.

But for now, the first priority was to refuel this poor body. I called the maid outside the door because I couldn't stand the bludgeoning that struck my head late.

"Your Majesty?"

"I'm hungry. "

The maid's gaze turned out of the window for a moment. The moon was rising in the middle sky. It wasn't a very good time to eat something.

"I'm going to the colonel right now. "

But she followed my orders without a clue.

"This guy used to do some night food, too. "

It was the first time that Mannani's pre-life habits were welcomed.

* *

From the next day, I was dedicated to filling Mana Hart. Half of the efficiency that I originally thought was such a bad body, half of the efficiency, but I didn't give up.

That's how Manna and I are flossing all day, and a visitor is here.

"Your Majesty, God has been in charge of your escort since today. "

The guest was a very handsome young man. The golden armor and the royal crest on his chest gave him the status of a young man. He was the Royal Knight of the Court Knights.

"Where did he go before? "

"They were all dismissed. "

I kept my mouth shut. I realized why my predecessors were dismissed at once.

A bunch of pivots for a wreck.

When I joined the court knights with a Philly dream, I was thrown out of the palace before the young men could open their wings properly. Because of the horrible accident committed by the stupid owner.

I can see what their minds are now. He's probably grinding his teeth at Mannani.

It was so unfair that the country was ruined. But I was also forced to think of it as a price for getting a new body.

"If you need anything, call me anytime. "

After a short greeting, the new escort knight raises his body. He must have been a good and faithful man, a healthcare worker with a pale attitude.

"Wait."

I summoned him just before he left the room and used the power of judgment. He was going to escort me from the foothills, so I thought I should know his qualities.

□ Carls Ulrich [Male, 24 years old]

□ Appropriateness. [Unconfirmed]

□ Characteristics. [Unverifiable]

Unfortunately, all I could see was the name and age. This is also due to the clue "Limited".

"Your Majesty, may I ask you a question? "

"No, nothing. "

I put my hand around it and let Carls Ulrich out.

Then I tried to grow manatongs as always, and another visitor came. It was the queen.

"Surprisingly, you took all the medicine your mother sent you. "

She was very satisfied that I had not abandoned the pills she had prepared.

"It must be iron. Now that I know how to value my body. "

The Queen called someone after adding a compliment that was not very complimentary. As I waited, the door opened and a weary man appeared.

"Who do you think you are? "

Doridori, the queen sighs as I shake her head.

"You see, this is how he got there. "

"According to the rumors, you really lost your memory. "

"So you have to help him. There's nothing left for this kid. "

Someone told me it was the queen's brother.

"You sound like you've lost something great. It's not a good past anyway. "

But that little brother, so for me, the homeless man, his tone was so fierce. It was enough to realize that I didn't like it even when I pretended to be.

"But not one nephew. "

"I came here because I couldn't refuse my sister's request, but I need to be sure of one before then. "

He looked at me and said,

"All I'm going to do is take that weight off. More than that, I can't fill you in. Fold with expectation. "

The queen bites her lips. I guess I was expecting something.

"Even so, I detect it. "

"Don't forget that heart now. "

The loner who said that disappeared out of the room again. It was an attitude that seemed to be absent from the inside.

"I have nothing to say to my uncle. He doesn't have a knack for it. "

No, that's not a gibberish, it's just not a liking to me. I wanted to say a lot, but I couldn't stand it. It was still hard for me to deal with the Queen.

"Try and try and distract the outsider. It's a bloodline, but I won't treat you like a man for the rest of my life. "

The Queen got up from her place. I let her out with my head down.

Chuckle.

A lonely writer opens the door, afraid of her disappearing.

"If you want me to treat you like a prince, give up now. "

The face of the outsider got closer. It was close enough to breathe.

"I'm here to kick your ugly nephew's ass, damn it, I didn't come here to take the prince. "

It wasn't just a common metaphor.

"Billion!"

Blunt pain in the buttocks, I fall into trouble. The outsider really kicked my ass.

"From now on, eating, drinking, and breathing will all require my permission. "

At first, it happened too soon, so I stood still. Later, he rolled my body into the atmosphere and followed me.

When I regained consciousness, I was already in the armpit on the side of the 1 Prince's womb.

"Let's do it. "

The outsider smiled, revealing it. It was a ferocious laugh like a wolf.

"Do you know? I will change my mind and teach you even one piece of my family's vision sword. "

For me, it was a carrot, and the words I gave were worthless.

I was an instructor who taught the Knights of Immortality and a teacher of the Founding King who founded this country. What's that to me? A piece of swordsmanship? It's ridiculous. Just a laugh.

"You look furious when you look at the flesh. "

Unfortunately, my face was not well suited to expressing delicate emotions. The outsider handed over my face as he wanted and built a tribute.

How dare you look at that face.

Whoo. Let's be patient.

I forcefully drowned my feelings and cleared up my thoughts.

I also felt the need to train. This immense body was certainly troublesome.

I can barely move, but I can't help but feel bad about the sound of my breath. Moreover, no matter how much sweat was shed, the clothes were quickly soaked. Other troops were not the only ones who were uncomfortable with their lives.

Thinking about it, it was not bad to start training your body from now on. The problem was pride.

Ha. What do I do with that?

I didn't like the eyes of the outsider who looked me in the eye. It wasn't my wish that I would start my training by being pushed back like this.

So I motivated myself.

"An outsider."

Damn, that's awkward. He continued his words, trembling forcefully with a sense of self-distress.

"Let's make a bet. "

The outsider raised his chin instead of answering. It was like, "Let's talk about it."

"In a year and a half, I'll have a loner admit me. "

"What if I can't? "

"I'll do what the outsider says. "

"Anything?"

"Anything."

The outsider laughed at me. It was the first gladly seen. The problem was that the reluctance came from the thought of feeding me.

"What if you win? "

"On the contrary, the outsider should listen to my wishes. "

When I smiled, the outsider smiled bitterly.

"All right, that'll be fun. I should have something to do. "

I wonder if I can say that later. I'll see you later.

A big one.

I started running. I mobilized even a rat-tailed mana and devoted myself to burning the flesh of my body. The rattling ladder is armed to death with its flesh grasped.

"Wait."

I'm running like that, and the outsider grabbed my wrist. A fine energy flowed through my wrist.

I did not resist. Rather, as you can see, I activated my second heart.

"Did you make Mana Hart? "

Fuchch, a smile came out.

What would it feel like if my nephew made Mana Hart for nothing? You'll regret making a bet.

"I made it a while ago. "

I looked straight at the outsider's face and said, I was so excited about what I would look like.

"Where the hell did you learn how to make Mana Hart? "

But the look on the outsider's face was so different from what I expected. I was neither surprised by Manny's little achievement nor worried about the future of betting.

The outsider just looked at me like he was pathetic.

"No, I don't know what Manah Hart was thinking before that. "

I feel like I'm reproaching him. I'm really embarrassed.

"From the looks of it, I don't know what I did wrong. "

Making Mana Hart was a celebration, never a reproach. That was the common sense I knew, the notion of the world.

"Manna Hart. "

That is my common sense.

"Lesser mercenaries are a low-key skill. "

An outsider's words were completely unfair and utter.