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

The rumored gourmet (1)

“Was it true?” the Third Prince asked.

I shook my head as if it does not matter.

“That’s true; Sir Balahard will be in trouble.”

The Third Prince gasped and said it was a big deal.

“You can’t put up a General knight against the Royal Family!”

“So?”

“So that’s what I say.”

The Third Prince, who had been eager for a long time, finally pulled out the gun.

“What about you fight against me instead?”

It was just as expected.

“First, I just have one ring and not two. There will be no harm to the Royal Family, and no matter who wins or loses, it would look like we have a friendly relationship, so the appearance is good. I don’t think there’s anything more you can do against it.”

The impatience was full in the words of pouring out like a quick-fire gun, and in the act of rolling the eyes.

It was as if he was worried that someone would go with delicious food without him tasting it.

In this case, the delicious food was me.

I guess it was a chance to raise my bet, fight against another prince, and take it as an opportunity to stand out.

I would look good, even if I were the fat brother.

What a tearful brotherhood! I’d like to use my brother to build my name on.

“Think carefully.”

“Well. I’ll think about it,” I answered.

My answer was lukewarm, and the Third Prince said there would be no better opponent for me than him.

“So please be positive! I’ll wait for your answer!” The Third Prince began to go.

“It’s very pitiful; it’s pitiful.” I shook my head and tried to turn my body, but I heard a soft voice.

“It was good that you weren’t sure.”

It was the escort knight Carls Ulyich.

“Your Majesty, the Third Prince has a reputation for being good at sword since childhood. Rumor has it that there have been recent victories against knights.”

He was definitely not an ordinary talent if a young man, who is only around fourteen or fifteen years old, has already competed with knights.

However, he was challenging me not because he thought I had good skills. It was simply because he didn’t want to attract attention by having his uncle fight with his brother.

“By the way…” I looked at Carls and narrowed my eyes, “Are you talking a lot today?”

A quiet man, who hasn’t had a few words in the past few months, seems to have a long talk today. Carls bowed his head, embarrassed.

“I apologize.”

“There is a lot to apologize for.” It’s funny to tease the quiet knight.

“Today, I have said enough,” he said, before going back to being silent.

I tried to go for a walk, but the atmosphere was cloudy.

Today, it seemed like I had to go back to bed.

“Your Majesty,” a maid approached and offered something.

“What is this?”

“The letters came to the Majesty.”

A bunch of thick letters was in the maid’s hands. I unsealed one letter on the spot and checked the contents.

To briefly summarize the contents of the letter, it was as follows.

“Please give me the opportunity to kick the prince’s ass.”

So did the next letter, the next letter, and the next letter.

Motives and justifications varied, but in the end, they only wanted one thing.

This is the result of my bet against Uncle.

“Write down the names of the guys who sent these letters.” I told the maid.

The letters continued to arrive the next day, and the next day. Everything was exactly the same as the one I saw the day before.

Everyone wanted to legally beat me up.

Resonance, justice, simple curiosity, private revenge… … with all sorts of things hidden behind courteous and refined sentences, the letter was begging me to fight against them.

“I am the most delicious meal.” I thought.

The whole kingdom seemed to be having a feast over the country.

“Check the letters addressed to me. If it has the same contents as the others, list down their names.”

After giving that guideline, I was able to do less troublesome things.

There are some letters that I have to open myself, though. There are letters sent by great lords, and the maids do not dare to touch their great seals.

I have to break the seals myself, but once opened, it was the same.

“Write it down. Without exception.”

The people of the royal palace were very curious to know what I was going to do with the list.

I do not intend to let them know yet. They’ll know it soon enough.

Even when the royal palace was busy with such letters, I slowly recovered and waited for the day when Uncle would come again for training.

After about ten days, Uncle came and admonished me. I had a sin that I committed, so this time, I couldn’t scream, but I just listened to it.

However, there is only so much I can listen to, and I didn’t know when Uncle’s nagging would end. If this continues, practice will end with just me listening to nagging.

“Uncle, will that end today?”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I asked when I was going to practice after I cut off Uncle’s words.

“Run!” He burst out.

I started.

Whoa, whoa.

The body was lighter; I feel as if all the efforts I made were not made in vain.

Of course, it was just a feeling.

I was out of [High Obesity], but I was still fat, and my body was like an old man with a lot of fat. I was still stuck in [General Obesity].

My body was quickly covered with sweat; then, Uncle threw a wooden sword at me.

I took it and started to wield it with the movements he taught me.

After a while, Uncle raised his hand, telling me to stop. It was an earlier stop than usual.

“There are rumors in the kingdom.”

I know what he’s talking about. My body smoked gently in the morning haze.

“Maybe I should make a decision now,” Uncle continued.

“What decision?”

“Who you’re going to face.”

“Oh, that’s good. If you say the name now, it will be less troublesome sorting out those letters.”

Uncle nodded. It was the first time that my opinion was correct.

“You decide,” he told me. I was surprised.

“Me? Is that what you thought about?”

“I thought it wasn’t bad for you to decide, anyway, because you’ll be the one competing.”

It was a plausible word elsewhere, but why does it sound like he’s asking me to do it because he knows it will be annoying for me?

“If you want, you can ask others for advice,” he added.

I laughed vainly. I was used to being underestimated. Now, even my pride is not hurt.

“If you need time, think about it for a few days.”

“No need,” I said confidently. “I have already decided.”

* * *

“What a great decision! You made a good one!” The Third Prince was all smiles when he came to me.

“You made a wise choice; it was not like you, brother!” he continued to tease.

“I may withdraw my decision.”

Afraid that I would withdraw the decision, the Third Prince hurriedly added.

“I will surely repay my brother’s decision. I promise I’ll help you take care of your face. Are we not brothers, though?”

“That’s true, thank you for tears.”

“Please give it your all. Choosing me was the best choice.”

The kid looked silly. He looked like an idiot who didn’t know anything other than swords.

Is the seed bad?

Somehow, I felt sad that the Leonbergers of this generation seemed to be all over.

“My brother’s role is very important. If my brother is too absurdly weak, I can’t afford to take care of myself.”

Now I saw that the Third Prince saw me as a bridesmaid, and I replied loudly.

“OK. Do your best.”

“Very nice, very nice.”

I shook my head eagerly as I looked at the striking figure.

This guy is now fourteen.

Although he struggles to look like an adult, he is only a child of fourteen.

“Anyway, there’s still plenty of time, so you have to devote yourself to get rid of the training sword and learn the right sword…”

The country keeps ignoring the Dragon Sword.

Including Uncle, all the knights of the world treated the Dragon Sword as a trivial training sword, even those with Leonberger’s blood.

“Brother?”

The Third Prince looked thrilled.

“Anyway.”

How valuable the things they threw out were?

“I think it was a really good choice.”

I’ll have to remind them…