I am the Monarch

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"Bae, Mr Baker?!"

"A talented spear!"

A commotion.

People were in such a frenzy.

I had no idea that the best founder and nobleman of the kingdom, Rail Baker, would be in the corner of the Temporary Waiting Room.

Six men, including Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rottner, Griffin, and Nanz, who were screaming heavily, kept their mouths shut.

While O'Neil, who was tending to the waiters, ran surprisingly late, the rail shakes its head lightly and chooses to wait for his turn.

"By the way, didn't you say that Mr Baker is still alive?"

"Yes. I heard you went deep into the Grains."

"Looks like you're off the grid."

People stare at the rails and mutter.

Rumors spread about the war against the Estelle Kingdom and the absence of rails in important battles, including the defeat of the Fossil Monsters.

From sickness to death, to rumors of betrayal to the Rhine Kingdom.

Eventually, the writer announced that the rail was still alive, and soon after that the rumors disappeared completely.

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, Mr Baker..."

Swift looks at the rail with an awkward smile amid the commotion.

The rail bends its head as if to see what's going on.

"Please forgive me for what I just did."

Polite attitude and voice.

The rail bursts into laughter.

"Nothing to forgive and nothing to say."

He was not a person who cared about such trivial matters.

However.

"But I think you need to look after yourself if you're going to be with Baron Tail in the future. They pretend to be apostles and scholars, but ultimately they are descendants of a high-ranking aristocrat and graduates of the prestigious Tron Academy. It's because there's a different standard for evaluating yourself and a different standard for evaluating others."

"Hmm."

All five men, including Swift, were drooling.

They duck their heads, their faces flushed with shame.

The rail looks at them quietly and soon loses interest.

After a while.

"Hey, Swift. I can't do this."

Littler speaks softly in a small, quiet voice.

"I can't stand the shame. I can't believe I was doing the same thing to those people I hated and hated so much."

He looked back at his friends and said,

"I think I need to study a little more. A whole new set of studies."

Bro and Rotner nod in fear.

"I agree with that."

"Yes. Stuck in the mountains, looking at books, my head froze. I was blind to the world. I think we need a new study, like Littler said."

Everyone kept their mouths shut and their eyes lit up.

Swift looks at the eyes and carefully asks.

"Well, let's study the world first."

"Good."

Everyone replied in one voice.

Then you get up from your seat and bend at the waist toward the rail.

The rail is already listening to their conversation and nods without a word.

Swift sent five of his brothers out first and then headed for O'Neill.

O'Neil, who was tidying up his guest list, stood up smiling brightly.

"Can I get you a refreshment?"

Still polite and courteous.

Swift shakes his head.

"That's not it. We later realized that we were lacking in capabilities."

I realized something and changed my tone again.

"I'll study the world and come back."

"Ah…… yes, I understand. I wish you luck."

O'Neil found the name of Swift, etc., in his guestbook and added it again.

After seeing that, Swift quickly bows his head and leaves the waiting room.

O'Neil comes out the door and walks them out.

Then.

"Who's the escort?"

I heard a confident voice.

O'Neil turns his gaze, then bows his head.

The protagonist was Clay.

"They are descendants of the nobles and graduates of Tron Academy."

"Really? Then why just leave?"

Clay has already chased the six invisible backs and asked.

O'Neil repeated what he had just heard from Swift.

"Later, he realizes he's lacking in abilities and will come back after studying the world again."

In response, Clay bursts into laughter.

"Without confidence and belief in your abilities, you can do something big......."

Clearly Clay was different.

He was so confident in everything that he didn't understand things like Swift.

"There are so many people who come here, but no one can compare to my abilities."

Clay slowly moves his feet and mutters in a small voice.

He was so far away that I couldn't even see him.

Until then, O'Neil stood still, smiling bitterly and sighing for a short time.

"Clay, you can't look at the world with small eyes."

He could tell.

Six men who realized their shame and went out into the world again will someday come back as giants.

'I'll write down your name then.'

O'Neil smiles faintly and goes back into the temporary waiting room.

His work is not done yet.

* * *

"Congratulations on becoming royalty."

"If I'd known you were here, I would've brought you alone."

"I can't do that. We came here unannounced, so we should wait."

Roan and rail sat down with a small table in the middle and asked each other how they were doing.

"But......."

As Roan was speaking, he smiled awkwardly and blurred his words.

The noticeable rail swiftly smiles and receives a hint.

"Where's Phil?"

At that, Roan nods slowly.

The rail folds its arms and leans back against the chair.

A strange smile came to mind.

"Actually, I came to see you because of Phil."

"Did something happen?"

Roan asks with a worried expression.

The rail nods.

"It has to happen. But it's not bad."

"Ah......."

Roan shed a low elasticity.

It was an elastic relief.

Then.

"Ah? Could be bad for you."

After Raile spoke with a mean expression, he spoke in a serious voice.

"Phil was much better than I expected."

He looks directly into Roan's eyes.

"There's nothing more I can teach you."

The rail hopes to surprise Roan greatly here.

But Roan was more bold than he thought.

The rail looks sharp.

"Isn't it amazing?"

"Amazing."

Roan smiles faintly and replies.

But I was not surprised at all.

'That's what I expected.'

I remembered the memories of my last life.

'The more time passes, the more gifted I show.'

It's already far too early to be surprised.

"Something's leaking."

The rail shakes its head, spewing out a short breath.

"Anyway, Fields is doing it alone. There's nothing to learn from me, but I haven't gotten over myself yet. He said he'd come down when he was satisfied. You'd better be prepared."

"Yes, we're going to fight each other's spears on the day we get back."

Roan smiles, recalling the day Phil left.

The rail glances at Roan like that.

"You're bolder than I thought, huh?"

"Yes, I'm rather looking forward to it."

"Have you improved a lot?"

"Well, I don't know about that. But I'm doing the best I can."

A calm conversation came and went.

The rail's eyes sank deeper.

'Roan.......'

When Roan was reunited, the rail felt that he had not changed or made any progress.

I felt relaxed, but I thought it was caused by various experiences.

I did not feel any improvement in Mana law or power.

However, I sat face to face and looked into it in detail, and it was clear that something had changed.

'It's like..... covering the light with a thick veil?'

I feel like I'm hiding my natural skills.

No, it felt like there was some kind of constraint, which was obstructed, to be exact.

'That doesn't mean it's not growing…..'

At the level of the rail, it was such a constraint that it was not measurable and could not be clearly determined.

'Obviously, it is not a bad situation for Roan.'

I could be sure of that.

It was like some kind of device to maximize Roan's potential.

'If the veil of light is lifted.......'

There will be a huge explosion of light.

'That's funny.'

Fields with an unknown depth and end of genius and Roan with an incomprehensible constraint on ordinary talents.

They seemed like they would never be opposed to each other, but if Roan could overcome the current state, he would be able to achieve tremendous growth.

'Phone coverage.'

The smile on the rail's mouth became darker.

'This wind is blowing too hard.'

He has just entered forty.

He boasted that he was still one of the best sellers in the kingdom.

However, the growth of young talent was not great.

Roan and Fields, talents they don't even know about.

It was a situation that might put my back into the wind.

'Not yet. Not yet.......'

The rail takes a deep breath.

'I need to attend a separate training session.'

I didn't want to give up the best canteen in the kingdom yet.

He holds out his right hand without saying a word.

When Roan realizes what it means, he grips his hand quietly.

'Mr Baker.'

The hot energy was conveyed throughout the palm of my hand.

It wasn't Mana.

It was an unmanned curiosity, pride, and a conscience.

Roan smiles faintly.

'I don't intend to stay at this level.'

It will be late.

Definitely growth level will be infinitely slower compared to Fields or Rail

But I was confident I wouldn't give up.

Roan.

'Cause I was originally a turtle.'

I was planning to walk longer than others, even slower.

I was going to walk steadily even when they were tired.

That was Roan's way.

* * *

The rail leaves.

Later, he sent people from the royal palace and nobles, but he refused all invitations and invitations and left again to practice martial arts.

Roan remains.

I couldn't leave.

The objectives and objectives of Roan, Rail and Pills were clearly different.

'My dream is not to be the best spear.'

The target is the monarch.

That's why I had to stay and lay the foundation and set up the pillars.

I had to dream on a solid foundation.

"Arnold, this is definitely an interesting story."

Roan nods, looking at the five young men standing across from him.

Arnold, the oldest of them, said with a slightly reminded face.

"The Southern Rhine Mercenary Guild was part of the guild until we joined the Amaranth Force. Just a few years ago, it was a pretty big place, a place that blew up its name, but now it's in ruins. This guild still belongs to a large and small group of mercenaries."

Benson, standing next to me, was the rear horse.

"I know the Lord is recruiting mercenaries separately. So I said that I thought maybe it would help each other."

Arnold nods.

"If you give us some money each month, the entire Mercenary Guild will probably transfer to our territory."

"Dozens of large and small mercenaries will be based on our territory in no time."

As the words pour out without a moment's rest, Roan nods slowly.

"Okay, let's push it."

"Yes, leave it to me."

Arnold lowers his head, clenching his fist.

After greeting Roan several times, they leave the office.

"Hooray!"

A short sigh burst out.

"Is that a trusting face?"

"Yes. There was no suspicion at all."

They whispered in each other's little voices.

"This is your last chance, Earl Chase. It's imperative that you pay attention to the Baron Tail and take the top spot."

Arnold says the other four young men nod nervously.

Five young men proposed the transfer of the Rhine Southern Mercenary Guild.

They were the spies that Earl Jonathan Chase planted in Amaranth's army.

He was given the last chance while his life was on hold because he did not do anything.

"Let's go meet the guild master first."

"That's where the story ends, isn't it?"

"Of course. Earl Chase said he had it all ready."

They urged each other to take a step forward.

Meanwhile, Roan remained in the office reviewing the thick paperwork.

Austin, who was standing next to you, asked with a slightly worried expression.

"Mercenaries are wild creatures from birth. Don't you think it would be better to proceed with a more careful Guild Unit transfer?"

"Of course we should."

Roan nods briefly.

He reviewed the contents of the document and issued a new order.

"Tell Keefe to find out about the Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild. At this rate, tell some Tenebrae members to infiltrate the guild."

"Yes, I understand."

Austin nods and steps forward.

Then.

Knock, knock, knock.

With a knock on the door.

"Director Chris has arrived."

I heard good news.

"Tell them to come in."

The door opens in fear of falling.

Chris steps inside and bows his head to Roan.

Austin also said a quick hello to Chris and left the office.

"Thank you for coming."

Roan gives Chris a seat and sits in the opposite chair.

"No, congratulations on stopping the rebellion beautifully."

"Thanks to Chris."

It wasn't empty.

Chris sent me the dive lead on time, and I was able to get the job done easily thanks to knowing exactly the size and trends of the Byron Kingdom troops.

Roan shrugs, looking at Chris.

"I was told I was coming in advance, but......."

I couldn't figure out why I suddenly came.

Chris smiled and replied.

"I've come to see you because I have things to do. First….."

He pulls out a bunch of paperwork from his bag.

"Key information collected, analyzed and organized."

"Well done."

Roan nods at the overwhelming volume of content.

Chris continued.

"And we confirmed the importance of the five merchants who supported us. Mr. Thio from the shipping industry and Mr. Nego from the payment industry will no longer be joining us. Among the other three, Lydia of the lumber business and Eska of the catering industry will meet with the lord and make a decision. Ford in the mining industry has decided to follow the lord unconditionally."

"Everyone's more discreet than I thought."

"That's what merchants are for. Lydia and Eska are waiting in the reception room right now."

"Really? I should go see him, then."

Chris shakes his head as Roan tries to get up.

"I have one more thing to say."

I changed my face and voice.

Somewhat serious appearance.

Roan sat back down and whispered in a small voice.

"Something's come up."

Chris nods quietly and replies.

"The king has yet to reach Mill, but Byron and the Istell kingdoms have been working together to attack the Persian kingdoms."

"Hmm."

Roan spills a low tear.

This was completely unexpected.

'There can't be a war I don't remember. This definitely never happened in my last life.'

Somehow, I felt the level of the members of Byron Kingdom who were helping Elton Court was too weak.

The princess and main concern of Byron was not in the Kingdom of Rhine, but in the Kingdom of Persian.

"Byron Kingdom seems to think this is the time to invade the Persian Kingdom."

The great enemy, the Kingdom of Rhine, was distracted by the throne rivalry and the rebellion of Elton.

Roan nods slowly.

Chris continued.

"It seems that the Kingdom of Istel is in desperate need of food aid from the Byron Kingdom, owing to the enormous amount of war compensation and grain production. In return for deploying the army."

"Hmm."

Roan drools again.

'Maybe it was because of me.......'

The deepening of the royal rivalry, the rebellion of Elton, and the defeat of the war in the Eastern Kingdom were all caused by Roan.

"Trouble. '

I was anticipating that the future would change based on my choices.

But I didn't know that a war that had not existed would suddenly erupt.

It's too early for me.

"It was Baron Noel Carward who led the Byron Empire, and Fade Nail who led the Estelle Empire. The troops were 100,000 troops combined."

As reports continued, Roan smiled bitterly.

'All the heroes who saved both kingdoms from crisis are on the run. 100,000 troops there....... "

It was truly a terrible situation for the Persian Empire.

Roan looks Chris straight in the eyes.

"The result?"

The answer will be too obvious that asking questions is a waste of time.

But Chris swallowed the dry saliva without saying anything rashly.

"The Byron Kingdom and the Allies of the Estelle Kingdom......."

My eyes trembled.

"You have been defeated."

Boom.

At that moment, Roan opened his eyes wide.

"Defeated?"

Unbelievable face.

"Yes, that was also complete."

Chris replied briefly.

"What the heck......."

Roan pauses as he tries to ask again.

"Ah!"

A low elasticity burst from my mouth.

Roan nods as he counts in his head.

'Yes, it's still his time.'

Then Chris' answer followed.

"I didn't know it, but I had a great figure in the Persian kingdom. His name is......."

Roan swallows a dry saliva.

My heart was beating fast.

My face turned red.

One of the people that Roan admired in his last life.

A person who didn't see it in person, but felt more like an idol.

"Manus......."

Chris takes out the name of the little voice.

Roan mutters to himself unknowingly.

'...... Persian.'

Manus Persion.

The Second Prince of the Persian Kingdom and a great general.

"The Man Loved by God….."

In his last life, Manus' name was the man God loved.

Perfect appearance, outstanding ability and noble character.

God gave him everything.

He was literally a man loved by God.

But God loved him too much.

'I did not leave him in the human world for long.'

Manus Persion.

He died at the age of 25.

While working on the relief efforts in the Slum, I got what was called the worst epidemic in the country.

'Yes, you're still alive.'

I was so desperate that I forgot for a moment.

I heard Chris' voice.

"Manus Persion. He's twenty-four years old this year."

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