I am the Monarch

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‘I knew he was a free man…..’

Aaron is a little confused.

I was on a horse, but I was halfway out of my mind.

It was because of a middle-aged man who was jostling in front of his eyes.

“Hahaha! The fields at the eastern border taste good! ”

That's a good laugh.

A face full of pranks without knowing where it is.

He was a legendary spearer, Rail Baker.

‘You show up early in the morning with only one knight. ’

Aaron sticks out his tongue.

Not quite as free and open as the rails themselves.

“Hahaha! Liam! Your riding skills are terrible! Why do you keep falling behind? ”

The previous runner, Rail, yells at his Performing Knight.

Liam chuckles awkwardly and kicks the horse's belly.

"Son, please keep your composure. ’

Before he left the writer, he remembered Kevin's message.

< Performing Articles are not just escorting. Please protect the dignity of the writer Baker. >

Liam sighs deeply.

‘No, there was no decency to protect. ’

He sticks close to the rails for now.

“Hey, birdie. I know you're feeling good, but just a little bit…..”

When the horse goes on like that.

The rail points forward and shouts.

“I can see Benno Castle! ”

Then he looks back at Aaron and the soldiers who are chasing him and shouts.

“The late arriver buys breakfast! ”

Weird story.

The rail, however, attaches its chest to the horse's calf and starts running ferociously out.

Aaron and his chiefs at the 7th Army headquarters looked dazed.

Liam sighs and shouts.

“That's the sound you're really making. ”

Then he also kicked the horse's belly and ran out quickly.

“Huh?"

“Huh?"

Aaron and the Chief of Staff.

When they saw each other smiling awkwardly, they began to squeeze.

At the same time, no one kicked the horse's belly first.

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

That sounds harsh.

Suddenly, the race started like that.

* * *

“Phew. Call your stomach. ”

The rail knocks at the boat and stares at Aaron.

“Baron Tate. Thank you so much. ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. I'm glad you enjoyed your meal. ”

Aaron looks at the stolen purse and nods.

‘I can't believe you're actually going to eat it. ’

Aaron was the last one in the race, of course.

However, it is not customary for a high-ranking person to do this to a lowly person.

‘You're so rude. ’

Aaron smiles faintly as he looks at the rails walking ahead.

It was uncontrollable and somewhat embarrassing, but I liked it somehow.

“That's a shame, by the way. I've always wanted to meet Deputy Roan. ”

The rail tastes better.

He was told that he was on long-term leave until he arrived at Iphen Castle.

You said three months off at the most, so you only have a month left.

Then I heard Aaron's voice.

“I'll be back soon, but wait and see. ”

“Hmm.”

The rail takes a moment to reflect, then shakes its head.

"You can't leave a writer alone for a month. ’

He smiles bitterly.

“That might be a little tricky. ”

Negative answer.

Aaron's face is briefly discolored.

‘There's nothing I can do. ’

It doesn't make sense to wait a month for a nobleman to meet a Grade 5 deputy.

Aaron bows.

“Then I'll take him back as soon as he returns. ”

A very sorry expression.

But technically, it wasn't his fault.

The rail's failure to check the letter beforehand was greater because I was immersed in spear training.

“Do it. This time, I'll settle for a visit to the Rose Squad. ”

A military and renowned leader of the Slan Battle of Roan.

"I heard that the Slan Battle Report is quite excellent….."

It was always a pleasure to meet a great commander and soldiers.

I ran from Iphen to Beno to enjoy such joy.

“I'll show you. ”

Aaron starts walking one step ahead.

I walked the streets of Beno Castle to the Rose Squad headquarters.

As you head past the entrance to the building, you hear a faint wave.

Hmm?

Only the rails are heard by the group.

He pauses and starts walking in different directions.

“Huh? Mr Baker. Not that way, this way. ”

Aaron calls out in a loud voice, but the rail moves in the wrong direction like a man possessed by something.

‘It sounds pretty sharp. ’

The rail circles the corner of the building and stands in front of a large clearing.

“Ah.......”

Low elasticity poured out.

Quite a spacious training ground.

A young man was practicing spear.

However, the spear was very strange.

‘You're not a spear taught by the Imperial Army. ’

The rail has been watching the young man practicing spear for a while, killing his wits.

Aaron, Liam and the other chiefs follow behind him and kill him.

Pa, Pa, Pa! Paaaaaah!

I hit my ear in a row with a sharp wave.

The window draws a beam of light as it dances.

Smooth movement between the windows and the windows that draw a smooth curve.

“Ah, that's amazing. ”

Liam, who was watching, bursts into resilience.

Aaron and the other chiefs, too.

Their faces were full of surprises.

The rail looks at Aaron and asks in a small voice.

“Who is that young man? ”

“Yes? Well, that's..."

Aaron stares at the chiefs, momentarily dumbfounded.

However, the chiefs also shake their heads, smiling awkwardly.

“You don't know who you are with a great spear like that? Hahaha.”

The rail smiles and moves on.

He lunged at the young man.

“Hey!"

A resounding voice.

The young man stood still just as he was swinging the spear.

“Who....... huh?! ”

The young man who was looking at the rail in a curious tone saw Aaron approaching from behind and quickly changed his posture.

“Phew!"

Flawless ordinance.

Aaron shakes his hand lightly.

“This is Mr Rail Baker. Answer the question."

“Yes!”

The young man answered in a loud voice and looked at the rail.

“I am Fields, 12th Troop Spearman of the 7th Army of Roses! ”

Young man, his identity was Fields.

The rail grins faintly and grabs his shoulder.

“What was that spear I just played? That wasn't a royal spear. ”

Phil was a little embarrassed by what he said.

I hesitated and did not answer easily.

Aaron frowns.

“Phil, you're asking me. ”

Phil looks at Aaron and the rail alternately and exhales for a long time.

“That's the spear I learned separately. ”

“Separate? To whom? ”

The rail is persistent.

‘Great spear. It's a very powerful spear that can spread even ordinary soldiers without Mana. ’

I really wanted to know who taught me this spear.

After hesitating again, Pills replied with a hesitant expression.

“Deputy Roan of the Rose Squad. ”

Boom.

At that moment, everyone, including Rail and Aaron, looked very surprised.

The name came up that was not expected at all.

‘I knew that Roan had great talent.......’

I didn't know you were practicing such powerful spears.

No, I didn't know you were good enough to teach others.

“Huh!”

The rail bursts into laughter.

An eighteen-year-old fifth grade deputy taught you this kind of spear? ’

He soon looked at Aaron.

“Baron Tate. ”

“Yes?”

Aaron replies.

The rail is speaking with a solemn expression.

“Book us a room for a month. ”

Then I looked at him.

“And you. Did you say Fields?”

“Yes? Yes! ”

Phil replied with a tremendous amount of effort.

The tail of the rail's mouth gently rises.

“You need to talk to me. ”

* * *

Roan, who also left Mill, was entering the eastern part of the kingdom.

"Is it just two days away from Slan?"

In the meantime, the season came to summer.

The sunlight was hot and the southern wind with intense heat.

Of course, Roan didn't feel the heat, thanks to Brant's ring.

He looks at the ring.

‘No matter how I think about it, this is not an artifact that we can create. ’

Louise may have been a senior wizard in six circles, but she wasn't good enough to make this artifact.

Brandt's ring was such an artifact.

‘You can even breathe underwater. ’

It was so consuming that I couldn't hold it for long, but I could definitely breathe underwater.

In addition, he could record the sound of conversations or save landscapes or sights.

‘Of course, this is also extremely consuming. ’

After all, it was a ring that showed all sorts of unexpected functions as Mana became more operational.

‘Callian's tears are also a great artifact. ’

Roan looks away and looks at the end of the field.

A typical view like no other.

However, as I shed Mana's tears, the landscape changed in an instant.

A golden wave that fills your vision.

‘This is Mana.......’

If you spill Mana into Kalian's tears, you can see her spreading all over the world.

It used to be a useless feature, but it was quite useful in combat and in emergencies.

The golden waves around them distort or make minor changes when someone uses Mana or moves.

Thanks to this, Roan was able to predict or recognize the other person's actions in advance.

‘When the Mana law level rises, there will be other functions, right? ’

Expectant expression.

Roan reaps Mana with a faint smile.

At that moment, the landscape that was full of golden waves returned to its original state.

"Huh?

At that moment, I saw an unpleasant movement at the end of my gaze.

‘That's ……'

Roan stares at the end of the field.

At that moment, the distant landscape seemed to enlarge greatly.

"Goblin?"

A small army of Goblins is running across the field.

Plus, it's either the whole quiver thing.

I felt a terrifying aura in my face or posture, even though I was far away.

Roan bites his lower lip.

Are you planning on raiding the village? ’

Occasionally happens outside the safety zone.

‘There are vigilantes in this village.......’

There are over 200 Goblins in total.

The vigilantes could have been destroyed and the town could have been captured.

"If there are no territorial troops or regional troops scouting around….."

Fairly dangerous situation.

Roan's thoughts don't last much longer.

Blame!

He kicks the ground and starts running after the Goblins.

In the worst case, it was to support myself.

Fast.

A strong southwind blows behind Roan's back.

* * *

“Damn it! Stop them! Stop him from crossing the mooring line! ”

Gutt stands at the watchtower and fires a smoky arrow.

Glug! Glug!

The sound of the Goblins' crying struck my ears.

Over 200 Goblins were rushing past the sturdy wooden pile.

Idiot!

Arrows shoot from the watchtower.

But the vigilantes weren't very good.

Pu-seok. Pu-seok. Phew.

The arrows are mostly stuck in Amon soil, not in Goblins.

‘Dammit! Even if you're busy farming, practice archery!' ’

Guttman, the Vigilante Leader of Hooth Village, struggled and showed great skill.

Phew!

Glug!

An arrow pierces the Goblin's head.

‘Lately, I've been saying I was quiet.......’

Goblins in this area used to raid small and large villages, usually marching in groups of fifteen.

But for some reason, it's been kind of disconnected lately.

Gutt, of course. Everyone's getting a little relief.

Suddenly, a huge number of Goblins appeared that had never been experienced before.

‘Dammit. Can we stop this? ’

There was a skeptical light in my eyes.

There are over 30 vigilantes in total.

More than 100 men from villages with experience in conscription.

Obviously, it was disadvantageous in numbers, but given that the opponent is a Goblin, the situation is not so pessimistic.

But...

How am I supposed to fight with a pickaxe? ’

There are only 30 people with weapons.

The villagers and vigilantes were originally farmers, so they neglected to manage their weapons.

Thanks to this, most people carry pickaxes, spurs, sickles and hoes.

‘Dammit. Dead or scrambled! ’

I sent a swift vigilante to a nearby unit, but there was little chance of surviving until the military arrived.

Glug! Glug!

Meanwhile, the Goblins are near the wooden ledge.

Bang, bang!

They tried to slam the fence with their torso or jump over the wooden fence.

Luckily, the Goblins were short, so they couldn't jump over the woodwork at once.

“Die!”

“Goddamn Goblins! ”

The vigilantes stab their spears against the wooden scaffolding.

Tick, tick.

“Gaaaah!”

“Zurg!”

The Goblins who were about to enter the town were stabbed to death by spears.

“Throw the stone! ”

“Shoot the arrow! ”

At the watchtower, you throw a stone or shoot an arrow at the Goblins.

The number of Goblins is increasing.

Glug! Glug!

At this point, they were embarrassed and could step back, but they were even more energized.

The Goblins pushed the bodies of their dead comrades near the fence.

Woof. Woof.

Bodies piled on top of corpses.

Suddenly, there was a solid foothold outside the fence.

Glug!

The Goblin, who is the leader of the herd, screams with a wave of his hands.

Glug glug! Glug glug!

Goblins rush toward the fence, pushing forward.

Tuck! Tuck!

They jumped on the corpses of their colleagues.

“Huh?! Stop him!”

Gutt, who was watching, yells.

Then the villagers raised their swords, spears, pickaxes and pruning in front of the vigilantes.

“Stop him!”

“Die!”

“Breaking through here puts your family in danger! ”

Men risked their lives for their loving wives and children.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

The Goblin's pulse and the farming equipment of the people caught fire.

“Hehe!”

“Ugh.”

The vigilantes and the villagers gripped it and began to push back a little bit because of their insufficient combat experience and weapons.

‘Dammit. We're not shooting arrows here. ’

Gutt bites his lower lip.

More than 100 Goblins cross the fence in turn.

Then.

Idiot!

A sharp wave struck my ear.

What is it?

Gutt turns his head toward the sound in his curious eyes.

Phew!

A long spear pierces two Goblins with a terrifying rupture.

Tongue!

A floating spear stuck to the ground.

“What the…..”

Not only the people at Gutt and Watchtower, but the Goblins who were just about to cross the fence looked surprised and looked at the direction the window flew.

“Huh?"

Glug?

Big eyes.

There was a young man running along with the southern wind.

Fierce speed and slow vigor.

I felt a rough hair rushing in the wind.

A young man who is still at it but has a wild atmosphere.

It was Roan.

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