I am the Monarch

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After Benjamin Doyle, the Eastern Army commander remained vacant.

Despite the rush of time, it was not without a worthy figure.

No, it was full of people.

The problem was three ducks: Edwin Boysa, Bradley Webster and Reese Cowan.

They repeated a fierce competition to seat their hand on the commander. Thanks to this, the Eastern Army commander's position was drifting free.

In the meantime, Edwin and Reese's face stiffens as Roan suggests the right person.

Are you saying you want to wipe out one of the provincial cortex? '

'I feel completely overwhelmed by Prince Simon.'

On the other hand, Bradley's face had a strange expectation.

"Oh! Commander of the Eastern Army!" That's it! This is a great opportunity! '

If I could get the local military commander into the support force, I could gain a lot of momentum to compete on the throne.

Then I heard the voice of King Denny Von Rheines.

"Yes, who would you recommend?"

Otherwise, Denny III had a headache in his appointment to the Eastern Army commander.

"The three ducs, or even the Duke Francis Wilson, are twitching their heads as your duc turns around to harass you. '

Because of this, I was going to finish the appointment with Roan's excuse if the recommendation wasn't too bad.

Denny III smiles brightly and looks at Roan.

Roan replied with a bold look in his eyes.

"I am Baron Tate, Lord of the Seventh Legion of the Eastern Army."

"Aaron… Tate?"

Denny III frowns slightly and turns his head to look at the ducs.

No, actually, I looked at Duke Francis Wilson.

Because the name Aaron Tate was an old crook.

'Baron Tate is a warlord who specialized greatly in the war against the Estelle Kingdom.'

Francis recalls information about Aaron in his mind.

'The man who served with Count Io Lancefield as his successor to Baron Roan Tail. Still, I don't think Prince Simon's side should be classified as a... Middle wave.'

Middle wave.

That is, they do not receive support from any of the three prince factions.

That is why the commander's candidates have been pushed down despite their outstanding majors.

After the war against the Eastern Kingdom, the tribute to the Eastern Border City, along with the prize, was all there was.

'It's not a bad choice if you only look at people.'

Francis finishes his brief thought and nods slightly.

Movements that no one around you will notice.

Only Denny the 3rd noticed that he was looking at Francis.

'Looks like you like Duke Wilson, too.'

Denny III smiles faintly as he sees the end of his ordeal.

But that smile disappeared.

'Hmm.'

His gaze was on the other three ducs.

'Everyone's face is a mess.'

Edwin and Reese looked stiff from the beginning, but Bradley's expression suddenly changed after hearing Roan's recommendation.

Aaron Tate? '

Bradley also knew Aaron well.

I also knew he was a remarkable man and fit for command.

But he was never the man he wanted to be.

Prince Simon, how many talents do you think you have?

If not, there are plenty of Eastern Commander worthy of your best efforts.

It was a very unfortunate choice to dismiss such people and recommend Aaron, who is still a middle-class gangster in the border region, as a commander of the Eastern Army.

'It is unstoppable.'

Bradley grips his teeth.

I didn't like the greeting, but Aaron had a good relationship with Roan.

It was possible to incorporate Simon into the base force as soon as it worked.

'We should go to the empowering side first.'

Bradley takes a deep breath.

In the end, he decided to raise his hand.

Then.

"Baron Aaron Tate…… who is he?"

Denny III asked as if to spill.

Francis replies, as if waiting.

"An army commander who once played a great role in the war against the Estelle Kingdom. He was one of the Commander candidates who specialized in firing. He is also trusted by soldiers and residents and has a good reputation......."

He released the information in his mind for a while.

"Hmm."

Denny III, who heard the whole story, nods with a satisfied expression.

"That's the Baron Tail. I recommended a pretty good guy."

He looked around at the ducs and the nobles and said,

"Since you have such a good specialty and reputation, it shouldn't be a problem to make you commander of the Eastern Army, right?"

I wanted it to be easy.

But Edwin and Reese couldn't just back off.

"Appointing a commander in charge of one of the provincial forces. I don't think that's an easy decision to make."

"Plus, Baron Tate is still a young man. I'm afraid I don't have enough experience leading the entire Eastern Armed Forces."

The opposite was true.

But the atmosphere was strange.

Bradley's eyes gleam and glow.

'Contrary to the past several arguments, I'm going to take this reasonably well.'

He was quick to notice.

We can't leave the Eastern Army commander in charge anyway.

Then it was better for Edwin and Reese to be seated as Aaron, who was classified as a middle wave.

However, Aaron was very close with Roan, so he needed a suitable complementary device.

"The Eastern Army Commander has been vacant for months. Are you saying we're wasting time again?"

Edwin clears his throat as Bradley shouts.

"Hmmm. That's also true."

He makes eye contact with Reese and nods slightly.

Edwin stared at the nobles and Denny III in horror.

"Then why don't you appoint a deputy commander to assist Baron Tate, a young man?"

At that moment, one of Bradley's mouths rises.

'Hmph. I'm giving up my command position. Give me my deputy commander's position.' '

Symbol of balancing.

Though I wanted to refuse with a dagger, politics was not something I could do with my temper.

Bradley nods, smiling and struggling.

"The Duke of Boissa, indeed. Sounds like a pretty good idea."

Around this time, the four ducs nod, looking at each other.

At this point, it means to yield one foot to the other.

Edwin bows his head to Denny III.

"It would be wise to appoint Baron Tate to the Eastern Army Commander and Baron Taylor Nichols, a distinguished weapon, from Baron Ive Lever, who is currently in command."

Ive Lever was Reese's character, Taylor Edwin's.

The rest of the ducs nod and tune in.

When Denny III saw that, he decided.

"Very well. Proceed."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

All the nobles bow their heads.

Roan smiles faintly, even though four ducs intervened, as soon as things settled down for him.

"Done. Captain Tate has been appointed to oversee the Eastern Border and will be able to assist you in the future. Plus....... '

There was another reason why Roan recommended Aaron to the Eastern Army commander.

'Originally, Captain Tate should have been the Eastern Army commander after finding Brandt's ring.'

But Aaron lost his chance forever by finding the ring himself.

'Although I am taking what is necessary for my goals and dreams, I also want to give other opportunities to those who should be their owners.'

Except, of course, for the wicked and the troubled.

Typically Mills Boysa.

'He betrayed the kingdom and exiled himself to the Estonian Empire after learning the Flamdor Manat.'

But like Aaron, I wanted to help people with abilities and great character as much as I should have had the opportunity.

When the notion continues.

"Is there anything else you want?"

You hear Denny III's voice.

He looks at Roan with a good smile.

"Tell me what's in it for you, not for anyone else."

The nobles look nervous again.

After a moment of deliberation, Roan lowers his head again.

"Then I'll say it again, despite my embarrassment."

"Yes, tell me."

Denny III nods lightly.

Roan replied with a low, serious voice.

"With God's fleet, I want to subdue the monsters of Lake Porsche."

Scary to the end.

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

Four ducs, all the nobles, the three princes and the king, Denny III, all looked surprised.

It was a completely unexpected thing to say.

'If I recommended someone else or wanted a job, I tried to insult them.......'

'I didn't have enough useless leads to subdue the monsters at Lake Porsche....... I guess you're crazy.'

'You're talking nonsense again after being great.'

The ducs shake their heads as they burst into laughter.

It didn't have to be a distraction or a deterrent.

Lake Porsche was useless to them anyway.

It was the same for Denny III.

"Are you sure you want to subdue the monsters at Lake Porsche?"

"Yes, it is. Your Majesty."

Roan replied with a polite voice.

Denny III shakes his hand as if it were nothing.

"If you are willing to do so, then do so. No, no, no."

He shakes his head, and even more so.

"Lake Porsche is a worthless land anyway. Four countries around the lake don't care at all. I give you Lake Porsche, by order of my special king. Subdue monsters or release monsters however you like."

Strong remarks.

However, the nobles looked a little surprised and did not hesitate to oppose or hinder them.

'I don't want to do anything about it.'

'We don't even know how many monsters live there.'

'It is much safer not to look at it.'

They had no interest in Lake Porsche.

The lake was that dangerous.

Moreover, such perceptions have become stronger since the last time of the phosphine exodus.

'Even the Baron Tail is strange. I can't believe you're so interested in Lake Porsche.'

Even Simon, who was so self-discerning and so intelligent, could not understand Roan's gait.

Roan, on the other hand, could not hide his smile.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He leans back and lets out a short breath.

I just wanted to run the army to subdue the monsters of Lake Porsche.

Instead, things got bigger and they got all the rights to Lake Porsche.

Roan is now the owner of Lake Porsche, which covers 70% of the Rhine kingdom.

Of course, the other kingdoms did not acknowledge it, nor did they care.

* * *

After suppressing the rebellion in Elton Court and returning to Mill, Roan was having a busier day than ever.

Because of the pouring of visitors and invitations.

Moreover, the disposal of Baron Court and Baron Leonard awarded as a ceremony complicated my mind.

It was almost impossible to manage the Baron Tail by himself because it was so far away from him.

Clay then comes up with a trick.

I gave the Baron Leonard to Earl Ion Lancefield, who had parted his territory and made the Baron Tail.

Io was reluctant to accept the request over and over again.

Baron Court rented it to Simon for the right amount.

The notion of leasing the territory was very unfamiliar, but Clay, without stereotypes and prejudices, thought it was okay.

Eventually, things went according to his plan.

Fortunately, Simon was also looking for land to use as a base in the north, so he accepted Roan's offer coldly.

As the two territories dealt with as a hawk, Roan quickly began preparing to return to the Baron Tail.

In the process, the Tail Army, which was close to 20,000 years old, originally reached just over 10,000 people as Simon and Thio Ruin's soldiers escaped.

"Oh! They must be the tail squad."

"Are the armies of Amaranth famous for their strength combined with the baron Court of Rebellion?"

"That's why it's such a mess."

Six men in shabby outfits choked their tongues when they saw the Tail Army encamped in the field outside Mill.

"I came here for President Brown's request, but is he as great as they say?"

"That's what you're gonna have to go through."

"I don't know about anything else, and I'd like you to keep an open mind. This is why I don't want to hear it anymore."

The six men who committed the crime were some of the graduates of the problem that President Fred Brown of Tron Academy mentioned.

"Let's go to where Baron Tail is staying, shall we?"

One man said, after everyone nodded, the king also walked towards Mills.

They walk through the gates of the city and arrive at the temporary mansion where Roan is staying.

"It's more noisy than you think."

"Looks like you have a lot of visitors."

The six men held out their tongues, looking at those who were filling the interior and exterior of the mansion.

Most of the visitors were nobles or majors in fancy clothes and armor.

Compared to that, six men's clothes had distinct aura marks, and their hair and skin were dull and without any shine.

Literally a little better than a beggar.

"I'm glad I didn't get kicked out, let alone confronted."

"I know."

The men burst into laughter, looking at each other.

Then came a middle-aged man dressed as clean conquest.

"This is Baron Tail's onil. How did you get here?"

Very polite and courteous.

One of the six men responded on behalf of him.

"I came to see the baron."

"Can you tell me your name?"

O'Neil opens a thick guestbook.

The six men gave their names as they went around.

Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rotner, Griffin, Nance.

They didn't reveal their last name on purpose.

I wanted to see how the Tail Baron reacted while hiding his identity.

"I was wondering if I could see if I could get a seat with you because you're good at talent."

From Tron Academy, he also hid the fact that he had been recommended by Fred.

"There are a lot of visitors here right now, so this may take a while. We'll take you to the waiting room first."

O'Neil walks one step ahead with his name on the guestbook.

The six men followed and smiled strangely.

The waiting room, which seemed temporarily more expansive, was very clean.

Tea and snacks were prepared in fear of sitting on empty seats.

"I'll show you when it's your turn."

O'Neil bows once more and returns to his seat.

"They don't judge people by what they look like."

"Of course. It's only the kids who judge him by his looks."

The six men smiled with a cup of tea.

Looking at the waiting room quietly, the meeting seemed to take place according to the order of the visits.

It had nothing to do with identity or property.

It was very fair and fair.

How long has it been?

"This is taking longer than I thought."

Swift, leader of the six, smiles bitterly.

The refreshments have already passed three times.

But it seemed like there were still quite a lot of people left for their order to come.

"I don't think so. We can't wait around like this."

"Yes. Time is gold."

Swift nods and calls out to O'Neill.

O'Neil, who is tidying up the visitors' log, carefully approaches and bows.

"Can I get you more refreshments?"

Swift shakes his head at the sound of the burial.

He looked around for no reason, then whispered in a small voice.

"Actually, we are all descendants of the nobles, graduates of Tron Academy."

I even changed my tone by revealing my identity and identity.

O'Neil nods, his eyes slightly wide open.

"Oh, did you?"

He then searched the guest list for the names of Swift and the men and wrote the stories he had just heard next to them.

When the six men saw it, they organized their wardrobe.

Getting ready to meet Roan.

After filling it out, O'Neil covers his guestbook, looks back at Swift and the men, then smiles faintly.

"Then……"

As the words continued, the six men stood up.

You want me to go now? '

But O'Neil's last words were not what he expected.

"Can I get you more refreshments?"

At that moment, the movements of the six men stopped.

"Hmm?"

They stiffen the chair with a slight release of the butt.

Swift said with a slightly puzzled look.

"No, we are all descendants of nobles..."

"Graduates of Tron Academy? Don't worry, I've written it down in the guestbook."

"Oh, no, that's, that's..."

Swift and the men's expressions distorted nicely.

O'Neil smiles at the faces of six people.

"Your turn will come soon. Please be patient."

He lowers his head slightly and returns to his original position.

Swifts and the men staring at O'Neil's back face settle down and swallow the breeze.

"Huh! Are you being ignored?"

"Oh, man. I heard that Baron Tail values talent....... but that was a false rumor?"

"I've never seen such rudeness."

The sound of ballmen continues from the mouths of six men.

Then.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You kids."

You hear a funny voice as you kick your tongue.

The six guys who were not feeling well turned their heads at the same time.

The protagonist of the voice was a middle-aged man with a mean expression.

"Did you just say that?"

"Yes, you immature children."

Immediately, the lighter jumped up.

"You're a baby! I don't know who we are to say that!"

"You said you graduated from Tron Academy."

The man replied quietly.

Six men frowned.

"And yet you call us babies?"

"What do you call them, then?"

Swift snorts in fear.

"Hmph! How dare you call us babies! Who the hell are you?"

"You look like a wandering survivor."

"You look terrible."

The man burst into laughter.

"Phew! That's what you people look like when you're judging people by their looks."

"Hmm."

Six men blurted and looked awkward.

The middle-aged man twisted his chin.

"And the world's experience is poor that you don't recognize this handsome face."

"Now, handsome face? Who are you to be so presumptuous?"

Swift screams, unbearable.

The middle-aged man smiled brightly and replied.

"Me? My name is......."

A frogman's face shimmers.

"Rail Baker."

Birthplace of the spear and Fields' approved rail baker.

He appeared in Miller without a hitch.

Alone, without any company.

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