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

Ｃｈ． １９ － ２１

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The real thing is different¹

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How much soul should I take out to overshadow Uncle’s soul, the swordmaster of this era?

200 years? 300 years? 500 years?

No. 100 years will do.

What I pulled out was only a fraction of the years I had lived.

That alone allowed me to completely overpower his presence.

Uncle’s eyes widened. His face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

Whether they noticed the quiet battle we’re having, the court knights narrowed their eyes to watch me, Uncle, and Adelia, who had a frightened face.

It looked unreal.

“I hate it when someone takes what’s mine,” I whispered.

There is no vigor or vitality in my voice.

The only thing I felt was the chill that came from my soul.

My body trembled. My teeth chattered.

It was a hot season, but I felt cold.

That was a sign.

This weak body is being eroded by the coldness and darkness that came with my soul.

I quickly buried the part of my soul that I had awakened, before it could eat this body up.

“One ordinary knight…”

Uncle was breathing roughly as he gazed at my eyes deeply.

“One excellent knight can save a hundred soldiers… No. A thousand.”

His voice and eyes were imposing, placing me under pressure.

There was a great sense of responsibility in him as the commander of the North.

He had a great cause.

“Soon, there will be a harsh winter. Hungry monsters will cross the border…”

“No.”

His face had a broken expression. He didn’t think I would immediately reject him.

“But she could save countless lives.”

“I said, no.”

My answer was the same.

His cause was his, not mine.

I couldn’t sympathize with him. I had no intention of giving up something that has this great value.

“You value her…”

“Sir Count Balahard,” Adelia spoke, cutting Uncle off.

It was surprising that she would speak to Uncle, who was considered her superior.

But there was something else more surprising.

Her purple eyes have a dry, cold look as she stared back at Uncle.

“Why don’t you ask me directly?”

Uncle, who had no reason not to, asked her.

“Would you go with me to the North?”

“I have no intention of leaving His Highness’ side.”

For Adelia, there was no cause greater than I.