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

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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢⁵

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Facing a real knight was never easy. Facing one after losing all the powers accumulated for four hundred years is an entirely different story.

The match against uncle was one-sided in his favor right from the get-go.

And if he didn't hold back for my sake and instead used his powers to their greatest extents, things would have been pretty bad for me.

But not only was my body hurt physically, my pride took a huge dent too because I knew that uncle already saw me as a weakling. Winning the match, or maybe even just doing a little better, could have helped change the perspective. I hate this sluggish body! My flesh jostled with every bit of movement, and this body moved like it had a mind of its own.

'Hundreds of years in vain...' the simple truth that I find hard to swallow at the moment,

A quick blow knocked the wind out of my lungs even before I could get the chance to draw my sword.

"Again!" uncle was enjoying this a little too much.

I exhaled and tried to focus my mind.

'Quad Chain...' Uncle's eyes were powerful and fierce, like a hurricane waiting to sweep through the land, leaving nothing but wreckage. And they resembled some of the beings I knew.

Sword Master.

A Sword Master is both feared and admired for the superhuman feats they can accomplish armed with nothing but a single sword. Uncle was like them, and yet he wasn't. His powers stem from his four rings and not a mana heart.

"The world has definitely changed."

The sky was still the same shade of blue I saw from four hundred years ago, and yet not much of the world under it has remained the same.

"Your Highness!" A servant rushed to me while I was deep in thought. "The queen is on her way here!"

"What? Again?!" I cursed. Perhaps the news of the battle between the fat prince and the stalwart knight has already found its way into her chambers.

She arrived not a moment too soon.

"Ian! What happened here?" She asked my escort while her eyes remained fixed on me. Her gaze and the way she acts like a doting mother to a helpless child made me uncomfortable. If I could, I would avoid her as much as possible.

"He was basically begging me for a battle," uncle answered for my escort who was too stunned to utter even a single syllable.

"A battle?" She gasped and returned her gaze back to me. "This child? What do you mean?

"He wanted to test his skill."

The answer was simple, and yet the queen did not seem satisfied. Everything she knows about her son tells her this should have never been a possibility. And yet she was curious, almost dying, to learn more about the situation. But it seemed uncle was not interested in giving a recap of what happened.

"I'm afraid that you might hurt my child." The queen said.

'Uhm, he already did.'

"He's your blood, your own nephew." She continued, "I hope that you will not forget that."

If ever there was a force in this world that could match uncle's skill with the sword, it would be the queen's love for her son.

Uncle simply nodded and turned to me, "back to training."