I am the Monarch

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“You should have received a branch by now.......”

The young man smiling delightfully was Clay.

He looks nothing like when he meets Roan.

My hair was neat and my clothes were neat and neat, even though they were old and shabby.

However, my eyes were as small as before, so I doubted whether I could see them.

He climbs a high mountain and looks down at the open field.

“What a beautiful landscape I always see. ”

However, he smiled bitterly.

“If you look closely, you'll see hell. ”

How many people are suffering down there.

Clay was bitter.

“There are no good people. A good person.......”

No, I just don't want good people.

I had to have the power and the ability to change the world.

And at the same time.

‘Someone who can recognize my abilities. ’

I needed someone like that.

Clay was neither a philanthropist nor a good man.

A person's personality must be treated as well as their abilities.

"I wish Baron Tail could be like that..."

He takes a deep breath.

‘If you are not fit to serve, I will come into the mountains and read books for the rest of my life. ’

I felt sorry for all the knowledge in my head, but I didn't want to use it lightly.

"I feel like I'm ignoring your teachings. I'm sorry, but..."

< Benefit the world. >

That was his teachings.

But I didn't want to do anything that would only benefit the world.

Clay takes a deep breath as he looks down into the field.

“Now let's get down to business. ”

It's been four days since I was born.

Clay moves slowly.

‘By the way, I don't know if my brothers are doing well. ’

Suddenly, I remembered the faces I missed in my head.

But soon, I shook my head.

‘My brothers would have stayed in their seats. ’

They were such talented people.

‘Let's worry about my path. ’

It was enough to fall back then.

Clay's steps move a little faster.

* * *

“Is that so? ”

Roan checks again.

Keefe nods.

“Yes, I've checked several routes. Writer Horton's sentence…..”

Their gaze tangled in the air.

“I'm sure it's an owl. ”

“Hmm.”

Roan spills a low tear.

Was that the owl Clay was talking about? ’

I don't know.

However, the invitation from the owl had a branch symbol stamped on it.

A very subtle combination to call coincidence.

Just... just... Exactly.

Roan taps the table with his fingertips.

The thought deepened.

‘If an owl bites a branch, the statue may have a big excuse. Then…..’

Considering that Sony Houghton is an owl and that the invitation is a branch, it is likely that this hunting competition is not an ordinary hunting competition.

Exactly.

Roan stops his finger from tapping the table and looks at Keefe.

“Keef, take a closer look at the Hunting Contest hosted by the Hoyton writers and the Hoyton writers. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

Keefe nods slightly.

Roan said again with a stiff expression.

“Don't miss out on anything small or small. ”

“Yes, I'll keep that in mind. ”

Keefe bows his head once again with a united expression.

‘This is the first time you have repeatedly emphasized it. ’

He used to trust when he gave an order.

I have never repeatedly emphasized or issued the same command multiple times before.

‘This mission is very important. ’

Kip clenches his fist.

After taking a short bow, he steps out of the office.

“Whew.”

After a short sigh, Roan catches the pen.

It was to clear up complex thoughts in my head.

‘I guess I'm a nobleman now, too. ’

I feel like I'm at the center of the fight.

‘But whatever it is, I don't want to just get beat up. ’

It's hard to think of a young baron as just a nobleman.

He was an experienced soldier who fought in the battlefield for over 20 years.

So, shall we begin the battle? ’

Spear and sword free combat.

The battlefield was also Miller.

One of them was Sony Horton, but he was already preparing for a counterattack.

* * *

“Duke, I can't help thinking about it. ”

Only forty years old this year, Larry Bogue shakes his head with a sad look.

The gray-haired old man sitting opposite the horse frowned.

“There's nothing to be sorry about. All that matters now is who the next king will be. ”

An old but powerful man was Duke Edwin Boissa, one of the Dukes of the Rhine Kingdom and one of the most powerful forces.

Larry finished his tastes.

“Still, if you stay just a little longer, you will be crowned the noble title of the Estia Empire.......”

“Quiet! Don't talk nonsense. ”

Edwin squeals, his eyes wide open.

Oops!

Larry shuts up, startled.

“Mills is the eldest son of our duchess and the next Duke of the Rhine Kingdom. That's all anyone needs to know. Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

At Edwin's words, Larry bows in haste.

“Yes, I know. ”

“Hmm.”

Edwin doesn't look like much.

No, his face was full of annoyance.

In fact, he also disliked summoning his eldest son, Mills Boysa, who was studying in the Estia Empire to the Rhine Kingdom.

‘I have just begun to see the results of my study abroad intentionally in the unfamiliar Estia Empire. Tsk.’

If I had stayed just a little longer, I could have been sworn in as an empire.

‘Damn it.'

His teeth cracked open.

"The rest of the ducs are calling in all the children who have left the country. ’

This monster subjugation started a royal rivalry.

Edwin couldn't be the only one left in this situation.

‘I hate to admit it, but the other Dukes' children were also talented since childhood. ’

When the sons of bitches got back, they could lose the race for succession.

That's why Edwin quickly summoned his eldest son, Mills, to his home country.

‘If Mills comes here, it won't do any good if a bunch of crap hits him. ’

He trusted Mills.

To Edwin, Mills was a proud and treasured family.

‘When Mills returns, the first prince can turn the tide ahead. ’

His eyes were cold and he had a smile on his mouth.

The return of the Duke's successors.

The reign of reign competition in the Rhine Kingdom has now entered a new phase.

* * *

Tak.

Roan looks pleased and lays down a bunch of thick paper.

“Okay, that's enough. ”

“Thank you."

The man who bows his head on the other side is Keefe.

His face was unknowingly slender and abrasive.

Roan gets up from his seat and grabs Keefe's hand.

“Keef, you've done a great job. ”

“No, I did what I had to do. ”

Keefe bows his head.

For the past three days, he has not slept well investigating the hunt competition prepared by the writer Hoyton and Anthony.

It was a tiring and difficult task, but my heart flutters whenever hidden information is revealed.

‘If he had not known, he would have been in great trouble. ’

I began to feel how powerful the power of the Three Musketeers was.

At that moment, you hear Roan's voice.

“Now we have to come up with our own plan based on this information, right? ”

A playful look.

Keefe nods, smiling unconsciously.

“Here's an eye for an eye. Payback's a trap. ”

At that, Roan nods instead of answering.

Soon Austin and Harrison, two white captains and a commanding officer, were assembled.

Roan continues the heated discussion with them, head to head.

The words and words collided with each other and carved out roundly.

At the same time, letters poured out onto the white blank paper.

The plan was very solid and meticulous.

* * *

“Hmm. This is very troubling. ”

The young man has a very serious face.

He looked at the three cards on the table.

The middle-aged man, who was watching him, shook his head, smiling.

“Don't lie to me. You've already made your decision. ”

The young man later scratched his nose and smiled brightly.

“Are you wet? ”

“Of course. It's been 30 years since I've served Clyde. You can tell by pretending. ”

“Thirty years? I'm only thirty. ”

Young man Clyde asked with a mean look.

The middle-aged man shrugged, following his expression.

“You've been there since you were born, so you've been there for 30 years. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Clyde nods and looks back at the three cards.

“Gordon.”

Gordon approaches the middle-aged man on Clyde's call.

“Yes, Clyde. ”

“I mean..."

Clyde picks up one of the three cards, blurring the tip.

“I think the next king will be this one. ”

“I don't really know. I just trust Clyde to do what he says. ”

I meant it.

Gordon has never questioned Clyde's decision until now.

Clyde smiles at Gordon like that.

He looks very confident.

He waves the card in his hand.

“So I was going to invest in this guy's power.......”

The end of the horse is blurred.

He put down the card he was holding.

The smile disappears and becomes a serious face again.

“We have variables. ”

Gordon smiles bitterly.

“Baron Tail? ”

Clyde nods instead of answering.

His gaze turned to the three cards on the table.

Each of the three cards had the names Simon, Tommy and Column.

“Is Baron Tail powerful enough to change the heir to the throne? No, can he be that person? ”

I wasn't asking anyone.

Clyde mumbles as if to himself, deep in thought.

He touches Simon's card with his fingertips.

Gordon just watches.

How long has it been?

“Whew.”

Clyde takes a deep breath.

He pushes Simon's card with his fingertips.

“I'd better get back to my original decision. ”

Clyde picks up one of the other two cards.

“This is the one who will ascend to the next kingdom, no matter what I think. ”

“I'm just following Clyde's decision. ”

Gordon repeats what he said before.

Clyde stares at the card he picked up.

“Gordon.”

“Yes.”

“Gather all the money you can spare at the Merchant Guild. I'll go to the palace myself. ”

“I understand.”

Gordon leaves the Oval Office with an answer.

Clyde, who remains alone, is still looking at the card he picked up.

Good choice, right? ’

It wasn't just a gut choice.

Based on the data collected in the meantime, it is the card that is most likely to be selected.

But there was one thing that kept bothering me.

“Baron Roan Tail. ”

One eye narrows.

“Where did you suddenly pop out of? ”

Quiet voice.

But he was as serious as he looked.

“We can't afford any more mayhem. Merchants like me.......”

A cool energy forms in the tail of my eyes.

“I really hate to lose. ”

* * *

“Oh! Baron Tail. Welcome.”

A middle-aged man with a nice beard smiled and raised a pair of shoes.

Roan quickly lowers his head down from the horse.

“It's an honor to meet you. Birkhoff Horton.”

A middle-aged man, he was the son of Anthony Horton, who sent an invitation to the hunt to Roan.

“What an honor... hahaha. It's an honor to meet the hero of this punitive war. ”

The two of them shook hands and greeted each other briefly.

Roan smiles bitterly at the nobles and knights who sit behind him.

‘If everyone is releasing their hostility like that, their black innards will be revealed. ’

I don't need the Amaranth Informants' reports.

The nobles' gaze on Roan was sharp and cool.

“Here, let me introduce you to some of the nobles who will enjoy hunting with you today. ”

Anthony began to introduce one of the nobles standing in front of him without knowing what was going on inside of him.

“It's an honor to meet you. ”

At that time, Roan greeted him with a very polite and respectful manner.

At least that's what Anthony and the other nobles looked like.

“Shall we head to the hunting grounds then? ”

After completing the introduction, Anthony asked with a gentle expression.

“Let's do that. ”

“Let's get going. ”

A few nobles rush up to the saddle.

Instead of answering, Roan nods and grips.

“Ugh!”

Anthony leads the family's knights on their way.

The nobles who were looking at Roan chased after them, and they were also accompanying three or four knights.

‘Knights…… are beginners. ’

It must have been confirmed with Calian's tears.

Roan kicks the horse in the belly with a bloody smile.

Unlike the other nobles, he was only one man in a row.

At least I was very far from the knight.

“My lord, aren't there too many for a bully? ”

It was Harrison who spoke with a worried expression.

He frowns at the soldiers of the Houghton writer chasing behind him.

At that, Roan shakes his head, smiling faintly.

“Don't worry about it. ”

A confident voice.

Reasonable Attitude.

“Our preparations are flawless. ”

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