From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

It was a modest room, with a few pieces of furniture all neat and neat, as if to show his normalcy.

“You mean to hand over all the forces to you? ”

Arth Jungberry sat comfortably in a chair and said to me:

The noon sun came in between us.

As soon as I entered his room, I noticed two men hiding behind his curtain.

"Ambush"?

Soon, I decided not to. If he was a man who wanted power, he should have enjoyed many things with it.

He didn't. You must feel like you're committing yourself to a real country.

That's why my trick is working.

“This will be a return order. After you have swallowed the king and the other forces, if you have joined my forces, that will be the teacher's idea. Is that correct?"

Arth Jungbury asked me to confirm. He said, stepping out in front of the chair.

Why do you ask? You're already convinced.

I didn't open my mouth. I stared at him, my face stiffened.

“I knew it.”

I didn't say anything.

“There are no ears to hear here. ”

No. There's two of you behind you, and the man who took me is stuck outside the door. Son of a bitch.

“That's why I spoke to the Goldsmith. ”

No, I've just had a couple of bad conversations with him.

“Did you gain his trust with the king's poison? ”

No, my king, I don't believe in filth. No, I suspect the duc next door has come to work with his life. Just like you.

“The dragon family has forsaken me. You burned that family to the ground. ”

Grilling, he just used me as a good adversary. He never solved the suspicion about me.

“Master, you rebuke me for failing. ”

In fact, what if I told you that I was rebuking you, not a teacher?

Fuck you! Why are you stumbling into someone else's country?

I endured the urge. I couldn't spill the dirt on what was done.

Arth Juneberry sighs as he strokes his short beard.

“Have you reported my failure? ”

I shaken my head.

“Thank you. I will return to my own country. ”

He bites his molar and says, It was a splendid gesture.

But you're leaving right now? This is the direction I didn't think of.

“It is too late to calculate the teacher's intentions. ”

“You're leaving right now? ”

“Yes, right now. ”

You've been dragging me around for six months, and you're doing everything you can, and you're moving really fast.

It was nothing to be burdened with.

He turned to me.

“Please do your best for the glory of our country. I'm going back because I failed, but I don't want you to. ”

“Don't worry. ”

I've got more than I want.

I made a promise to get rid of the Wise Man with the Green Eye. Sending him back to my feet without killing him.

So if you leave, my job is done.

“Can I ask you a favor? ”

Before turning around in the room, I asked.

I wasn't just playing for six months.

I tried to figure out what he had, and I was able to draw a pretty good picture of what he was hiding.

I promised the Gold family a commercial exchange with the North.

Immediately after joining the Green Beast family, I promised them a bright tomorrow and meditated.

He was also an honorary nobleman of the Black Lion family.

And he had a very good pharmacist.

“What?"

“Hand over the prisoner as well. Instead, when I report back to my home country, I will inform Ser Asr of his accomplishments. ”

Arth Jungberry was the tip of the empire.

He is here with that teacher's teachings.

Nothing mattered to him more than the empire's approval.

I did a six-month observation on a man named Arts Jungbury.

So I could ask. This insignificant word will be a pretty good reward for him.

“Sure."

He didn't hesitate.

* * *

Arth Juneberry really left like the dawn. It was shortly after I learned of the king.

Seeing him leaving, I wondered what the king would look like.

Well, that must have been refreshing.

It would feel like someone who was really sick was missing.

“You're a fast man. ”

The North Empire's strategy was simple, but effective. It was a tactic called "pegging."

As I walk through the civil war, the servant looks down at me.

As Arth Junbury left, the Archbishop of Rhineslots grudgingly appealed that the Green-Eyed Wise should not go on like this.

He was the one who actively pushed the sage of the green eye while staying resistant.

Well, the Archbishop himself was a bastard who eventually put his arms around his back and coveted the fruit of power.

“Ser Nord Ebun. You're also full of holiness. ”

The Archbishop said something nice next to me.

“The teachings of the Rhineslots have led you here. ”

I didn't say anything about getting in the butthole.

I don't really want to talk to this guy right now.

My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was meeting my lover who had been separated for months.

“Lord Nord, let us stop by the temple sometime and pray together. ”

Arth Jungbury owned two rooms in a civil war. One of them is his bedroom.

The other was a locked room that didn't even have windows.

The Chamber of Horses, it was a small prison.

“Haha, the wise man is speechless. ”

The annoying hump hisses.

“Does that prayer leave anything for me? ”

The hump replied with a sparkle in its eyes.

“Praying to God will give you peace of mind. ”

“I don't need it, peace. ”

“What difference does peace of mind make? You have to feel comfortable and satisfied. ”

Oh, so you're trying to seduce me with some sort of fortune?

I froze and stopped. It was in front of the locker room of Asjonbury. A latch hangs over a solid wooden door.

“May I speak to the king? ”

When I stopped and spoke, the Archbishop blinked at me.

“…… What are you talking about? ”

“No, I'm asking a foreign envoy to take your side, not the king's? Am I mistaken? ”

“Haha, this is a mistake. What nonsense. ”

I wiped the sweat off my forehead even in the middle of the winter when the Archbishop was running his fat belly.

“Then get lost. You pig. Before I ask the king, may I have the pig's head?"

“…… there's been a misunderstanding. ”

I cut him off.

“Just get out of here. ”

EightMoon is a nation divided between politics and religion.

Well, power itself is a form that eight families unite to push back at the king.

That's why we're doing this at the stake of the North.

The cub retreated.

“You will regret this. ”

“No. Fuck, please. Just get out of here. ”

The Archbishop could no longer speak.

No regrets.

I stood in front of the locked door and breathed.

My heart was beating and my chest was tickling.

I lifted the latch and opened the door.

My hinges cried as I took advantage.

The light from the outside shines inside.

I took five steps to look inside. A pungent scent pierces my nose.

The smell of ground herbs.

Cleanliness was a mess. Medicines made in this condition will be easily contaminated.

The poison that was aimed at me in Sercado was the kind that no one could easily make.

That combination, that kind.

It naturally reminded me of someone I know.

‘I didn't know you were here this time of year. ’

It was a past I didn't know.

The stench of the herbs pierces my nose. Approaching the source of the smell, you see a square iron scepter covered in a dirty cloth.

I picked up a cloth and threw it to the side. It was a square cage that hid the rag that fell to the side.

Inside, there is a woman whose ears are pointy, but whose ears are as short as those of a human.

Emerald-like green eyes and white skin.

You see a trash can on one side of the grate. I think I covered my pee here, too.

It was obvious that she was in a pathetic position, but her eyes were not.

Take it at any moment.

When I was 39, she told me that.

“Are you all right?”

As I asked, she smiled and stared into my eyes.

A master of herbs and a professional pharmacist.

I used a mixture of poison and herbs to change the color of my eyes, so it shouldn't be difficult to recognize it.

And she was half, but also fairy blood.

The sledge of eyes was different from humans.

“I changed the color of my eyes. I dyed them. And what's that on your face? ”

I saw my disguise at a glance. This woman could do that.

“And shit, does this look good to you? ”

I laughed in disgust. Your mouth hasn't changed a bit.

He looks down at her on the ledge and says,

“My name is Chris Fraunmoont. ”

“Call me Pixie. ”

Her real name was Pinas Ray?

I was surprised when I found out that Arts Juneberry was holding onto her.

And how nice to see you again.

I felt like I was going to cry eventually.

She was an Indian and a savior who allowed me to live in my past life.

“Will you let me go? ”

She asked.

“Yes."

I answered.

Of course, I thought I'd changed my mind in this life, but Pixie was no stranger to me.

“Believe what? ”

She asked.

“That's impressive. ”

I answered.

“Yeah, you'd be my type if you erased your disguise. ”

I almost burst out of laughter.

She used to love that I was handsome.

Real name, Pinas Ray.

A wanderer escaped from the North Empire.

The woman who will become the most respected pharmacist in days to come.

He was my teacher.

* * *

Dagdac. Dagdac.

The horse in the wagon doesn't move in a hurry.

Arth Jungberry felt a beating heart and surrendered himself to a rocking wagon.

For months, my tired body complained of fatigue.

But I couldn't stop.

"What about my ball? ’

I was dying to know.

Now that the crow has been cut off, there's only one person who can confirm it.

As the wagon ran for a long time to reach the watchman's forest, the wagon said.

“I can't leave here. ”

Arth Jungberry gave two gold coins to a well-watered wagon.

It was big money.

“Oh, thank you. ”

“Well done.”

The wagon has left with the wagon. Arth Jungberg leads the way.

The moment I entered the forest, I felt my footsteps lighter.

‘Ah.'

As-bulberry spits elasticity into his stomach.

When I left here ten years ago, I wondered if I could come back here.

But now I'm back.

Regrets were new.

"If you didn't kill me, then my mission is over. ’

On my way, I was able to calm down the thought of not having sorted it out.

Nord Ebun did not kill himself.

The absence of the crow was unsettling, but the takeover did not come as an assassin.

It was like admitting the ball.

Nord Ebun confirmed it with something.

Then his position in the North will be announced.

I was thinking about it.

“Stop.”

The voice of a watchman. Glacier Hill, North Continent, is unified by an empire.

And the road to this empire must pass through this forest, guarded by sentries.

“My name is Arth Jungberry. I'm on my way back from a long mission. ”

“Wait.”

I can hear the watchman's voice, but I can't locate him.

Just waiting for time for a cup of tea, someone walks out of the shadows of a dark forest in broad daylight.

“Are you the Arth Jungberry from Palm Gate? ”

“That's right."

It was a young face. It seemed like a sentinel who had settled down after he left.

“Come in.”

The young man led him.

Walking through the forest and walking again, Arth Jungberry stands in front of a hut.

It was a place for immigration before entering the Empire.

Reaching the hut, the door opens.

And in it came a man who had no idea.

“Why are you here? ”

Gosh, he was a one-eyed man. The best mindset of the North.

A man called a farmer.

He was the teacher of Asth, Ansing Lisoneth, the one-eyed sage.

Arth Jungberry kneels on one knee. I didn't mind the soil being buried in my clothes.

Arth Jungbury thought he was very fortunate to have just one person here to answer him.

“Master.”

“Why are you here? ”

“Well, I've received a return signal. ”

He answered his teacher's question as if it were natural.

It was the teacher's order, wasn't it? And the king?

“Tell me what happened. ”

Arth Jungberry notices and talks about the Americas.

Everyone heard that the one-eyed sage was neither angry nor smiling.

Arth Jungberg senses anxiety and asks.

“Master, was I mistaken? ”

“Yes.”

“What kind of mistake? ”

“The Empire did not send another peg. ”

‘Chimney’, that was another word from the spy.

“But he greeted the Empire……."

The king was fierce and had green eyes.

Arth Jungberg stops speaking.

Fooled you?

“Yes, I was fooled. ”

The teacher looked inside him and said,

“Shhh.”

Arth Jungberries spits from his lungs without even knowing it.

It was the groaning of a man who lost his horse because he was too embarrassed and confused.

“Foolish.”

Angling rebukes him.

“Should I kill him?”

The watchman asks. Angling shakes his head.

“There's more to know. ”

I was curious about the name of the man who pulled out the stake he planted and the tenth year.