I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword’s Song - 342 Outbreak 5. Oh! Emperor! (1)

Just like the eclipse people rush in and out.

Choking.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew people’s gaze to one place.

A man with a hiccup on his cloak was walking along the boulevard.

Every time a man walks, he hears the sound of an iron armor hitting him.

Between the cloaks, I saw the handle of the Longsword.

The man was clear.

It must have been a pretty high-profile article, not just an article.

In fact, for ordinary people, knights were frightened because they could not speak up.

Especially if that article is from the occupying forces.

I am now a Leonberg Empire, but only three years ago, the people here were serving Duke Bryan.

It would have been strange if it hadn’t been so loud.

However, none of the people of Boulevard left their seats to escape the knight.

He too had too many knights in Leonberg to avoid his place whenever he encountered something like that.

If the citizens of the Emperor cared about them, they would have done nothing and stayed home.

Moreover, the Knights of the Leonberg Empire were not the ones to wreak havoc on the citizens of the Emperor.

There was absolutely no reason to avoid it.

Of course, I was frightened at first when I heard the rumors of bloodthirsty murderers that I couldn’t get out of the house, but it was old.

The people soon began to focus on what they were doing with their eyes on the knight.

But it was only until the knight took off the cape he wore upside down.

Ugh.

The boulevard became quiet the moment the knight who was walking the boulevard quietly took off his cape.

People were distracted and saw the inside face.

The man was a rare beauty.

“Ah…….”

I spit out a voice that I don’t know if the women are elastic or groaning.

Flawless.

I suddenly noticed the quiet atmosphere of the boulevard, and the man hurried to walk.

The inner steps returned to their original state after arriving at the end as seen at the front of the Imperial Palace.

“Huw.”

The man sighed with a small sigh as people looked less.

But people didn’t leave him alone.

Again, people’s gaze poured out on him.

It was the eyes of the nobles who were coming to the Imperial Palace.

They recognise the identity of the corporation in a single breath, and they raise their heads.

The man was the Emperor’s Court Knight Captain, Carls Ulrich.

The nobles were very suspicious that the young court knight commander was not with the emperor.

At the same time, I glanced at the opportunity not to come back.

It was extremely rare for Kars Ulrich to move alone apart from the Emperor.

If this is not the time, will you make friends with the Court Knight Commander who follows behind the Emperor like a shadow?

Of course, the Emperor’s side did not stop.

The problem was that they were just as frivolous as the emperor.

The wealthy members of the Valrhad family, the emperor’s only and only Grand Duke of the Empire, were difficult to access because of the ferocious atmosphere unique to the North.

Earl Eli’s young Gaju had no interest except to make the best swordsman in the Empire. When I had the chance to mix words, it was only a matter of having a conversation that was devoid of a whole bunch of dancing tales and aspirations.

The same was true of the emerging Earl of Bavaria.

She was even horrified by rumors that she showed no interest in anything other than the Emperor’s work. He is a cruel angel, Baek Jung. No one but the Emperor can dry him up when his eyes are turned, and he can’t even dare to mix words.

The situation was similar for other articles.

At least Arwen Kirgayen, known as normal, got enlightened and chipped away, so it was hard to even see her face, and all she had left was a reaper and a crew, and when she talked to them like a maggot, she lost more than she got.

In that situation, it was Cheonluck to encounter a young court knight commander.

Naturally, the nobles approached him, arguing ahead.

But neither of them was able to achieve their purpose.

I thought he was a gentle man with a gentle smile all the time. Unlike the Emperor’s other loyalties, he believed he was a person with noble grain. So I thought if I had the chance to mix words, I could make a good relationship at any time.

However, the faces of Karls Ulrich were only used when he was with the Emperor, so the nobles retreated without even trying the words they used to brag about in the eyes of the ice-cold court knight commander.

“Huh. That kind of guy.”

The nobles glance at the knight commander who was looking at them.

However, Kars Ulrich was not among the nobles.

My mind was unstable.

It was only a moment before I left, but in the meantime, I was very anxious whether the Emperor had accidentally fallen.

Naturally, the pace was faster.

Fortunately, the Emperor remained calm.

Neither did he sneak out, nor did he do anything wrong to turn the palace into a muddy field.

The emperor didn’t even know who was coming, so he stood there and watched the painting on the wall.

Kars Ulrich quietly stood behind the Emperor.

It was as if the two men who had been there from the beginning had stood together and seen where the Emperor was always looking.

In the picture, there was a family that seemed to be quite short.

A pair of gently smiling men and women and two young men who look exactly like them.

It was a portrait of both the small battlefield monarch and the emperor himself and his brother.

In fact, like a portrait, the family had never come together in such a short time.

When the Emperor was a child, he was unable to do so because of disagreements with the Emperor, and when he later resolved his misunderstanding and restored his relationship, Margarita Balahard Leonberger had already died.

The image in the painting is just a fictional image created by a republic commanded by the Emperor everywhere.

Carls’ gaze was naturally directed at the mildly smiling middle-aged woman.

In order to paint again her portrait of the old capital burned by the Burgundy Empire’s surprise, the Emperor had not done enough to explain the impressions he had made of her during the few days he worked.

Until then, Kars, who had a crazy idea, was eaten.

It was unfortunate that the Emperor explained to the Duke what his mother would have thought.

I’m looking at the painting with the breasts he ate.

“How are you doing?”

The Emperor’s voice was heard.

Turning his head, the emperor looked at him with a glance in a new portrait.

“Isn’t Count Stuttgart out of his league?”

Kars Ulrich nods.

In fact, he had been outside the Imperial Palace since this morning, serving only one monarch, to evacuate the last of the honorable knights on the way home with only one old servant.

“You’re not coming back, are you?”

“Probably not.”

The emperor kicked his tongue and suddenly shoved his face in.

“But, Carls, are you crying?”

“No.”

“No, it’s nothing. My eyes are getting dizzy.”

Carls tried to answer, but the Emperor opened his mouth again.

“Are you that close?”

He looked at the emperor in a frenzied manner.

“Count Stuttgart. He was the one who first hired Carls, and he identified him as his successor and taught him this for some time, so it would be weird if he didn’t.”

The emperor was completely misunderstood.

“Do you want to go on vacation? Would it take you three months to get to Stuttgart territory?”

Looking at the emperor who had begun to think seriously, Karls Ulrich stopped laughing without even knowing it.

“I’m not the cold-blooded one who just encouraged you.”

Vincent, Siorin, and Villefeld said they were different from each other, and the Emperor said, “Tell me if you want to rest at any time.”

“Hmm.”

The Emperor looked at the painting again.

“The fireworks were better than I thought.”

“Are you?”

“Look, look. Why am I so small? I’m smaller than Maxi.”

He kept his mouth shut to ask if it wasn’t actually smaller.

He knew how much his master hated small spheres.

It was a secret that the emperor secretly asked the sculptor to draw a large figure, or to draw a beard that did not fit.

The Emperor himself seemed to believe that no one would ever know.

Kars Ulrich looked at the painting with complex eyes.

If the Emperor hadn’t died suddenly, an unadulterated portrait would have almost been stuck on the wall.

“Anyway, let’s go. If it’s too late, Siorin and Vincent will try to eat me. Then again, Villefeld’s inspiration will be secretly encouraged by pretending to be dry. That inspiration is the worst.”

For a moment, Emperor Tultullin moved his steps toward Feud.

Not long ago, he didn’t want to go near Feud.

After the Emperor’s reign, the Emperor tried to remain true to his duties.

When I had a gap, I didn’t run away from work, nor did I leave work to my brother.

I focused solely on taking care of my duties from sunrise to sunset.

Kars Ulrich sighs.

The Emperor’s growth was certainly a delight, but it was not surprising that the reason was the death of a relative.

The emperor has already suffered many deaths, and he himself carries many things.

He always wished the Emperor would be like him.

Even if the people around you suffer from cocoa.

The Northern Arctic Air Force was the same.

“You can rest today.”

The young Duke encountered in the Feud said that there is nothing to deal with today, so feel free to spend some time.

“There’s no pile of water pouring in with you every day today? Suddenly?”

“Anyway, no.”

In the words of the Northern Arctic Duke, the Emperor saw others.

“In the meantime, thanks to you doing your job day and night, all the important matters have been dealt with. The rest can only be dealt with on my line.”

The Emperor’s gaze turned to the old crew as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Postwar processing is over, and the deployment of troops and knights on the border is smooth.”

“There has been a lot of work, because the framework of the country has not been properly balanced and the daily work has to be paid for by Her Majesty.”

According to the marshal, the Northern Arctic Duke is now heavily framed and won’t have as much work as before. Bertie forces the emperor out of the Feud.

“What do you do now?”

The emperor, who stood at the door for a while, grumbled.

“Unemployed Arwen is missing and is not coming back. Eli’s a nuisance. I don’t think Adelia will get in the way.”

The emperor folded his fingers one by one, mentioning the names of those he knew.

Whatever it looked like, Karl Ulrich almost asked if you would like to spend some time with the rangers.

But soon he regained consciousness and closed his mouth.

It is because the Rangers knew better than anyone what would happen if the vast insights and spirit of adventure met the Emperor’s curiosity.

Especially Ranger Jordan was the most dangerous.

It was not unusual for a longtime ranger to make any insane suggestions to appease the Emperor’s depression.

But he wasn’t really the one to watch out for the rangers.

He realized it too late, and when he realized it, it was after what had already happened.