I am the Monarch

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‘This is how it ends. ’

A hollow smile emerges.

However, it is not surprising or unfair.

I thought I was going to die like this.

“Whew.”

I took a deep breath.

Smoked breath ascends to the sky.

“There's a live one. ”

A few of the enemy soldiers walk by as they see the breath.

‘Leave it alone. I got a hole in my belly anyway. ’

I wanted to tell you, but I let it go.

Suddenly, a spring day comes to mind 20 years ago.

When you were eighteen years old, you ran out of town to be a commander of the underworld? ’

After that, I fought in the battlefield for 20 years.

As a result, all I have is a few coins in my hand and a terminal position as a spearer in the 1st Legion.

‘The commander won't freeze to death. Shit.'

The past life passes like a master's lamp.

What would have happened if he had joined the raid? No, what if you applied when you recruited the infantry from the Bates? No, no, no, no. What if we went east from killing the monsters that winter that year? ’

The crossroads of choice.

He chose one side without hesitation each time.

The result was not very good.

Thanks to you, I'm putting death in front of a hole in my stomach right now.

Soldiers with evil expressions suddenly arrive.

‘Damn it.'

The swearing comes down my throat.

Screaming.

A steel sword in the chest.

“Jen…… chapter. ”

His voice rolls out of his mouth.

That's how Roan, a spearer from the First Legion of the Rhines, died.

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