I am the Monarch

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"You bastards! Walk straight!"

"Head down there! I'm walking on my toes!"

The cold pain hit my ear.

The soldiers on horseback move around with their eyes wide open.

Hundreds of people tied their wrists and ankles with a firm rope moved with their heads down.

Their molluscs were such a mess.

Hair spattered and skin was delightful.

Horrible mollusk.

Nevertheless, he seemed as happy as he looked.

"You bastards! Don't laugh!"

When one of the soldiers on the horse saw him, he mourned.

Those tied to the ropes struggle to put a smile on their faces.

"Bastards. You won the war, didn't you? I want to slit their throats if I think about it....... Tsk!"

The soldier who was in distress kicks his tongue with a sad expression.

Another soldier approaches and shakes his hand.

"Don't be ridiculous. As soon as I cut their throats, thousands of our prisoners on the Persian side will die."

"I know! This is how I let you go!"

The two of them talked with a frowny face.

They were soldiers from the Central Army of the Estelle Kingdom.

"Dammit. Fucking Persians. Tsk!"

One of the soldiers spits.

Those who moved around tied up on ropes were even more afraid of a sudden burst of fire.

They were soldiers of the Persian Empire who were captivated by the Estelle army during the war against Byron and the Estelle Kingdom.

Captured in one word.

They were prisoners of war.

We're going home! '

Winning wars, saving lives! '

The prisoners sigh briefly.

It was a sigh of relief.

The Persian and Estelle kingdoms began negotiating prisoner exchanges shortly after the war ended.

Fortunately, the negotiations were concluded without any problems.

Because the Victory Kingdom of Persian Empire asked us to exchange prisoners between the two kingdoms without any other conditions.

The kingdom of Estelle, which was a much larger prisoner, accepted its terms coldly.

"Bastards. I will repay you for this insult one day!"

The Estelle soldiers spit out insults.

The Persian prisoners insist on walking with little reaction.

'Just a little longer, just a little longer.'

The kingdom of Persia is at hand now.

My heart is beating fast and my face is red.

They were miraculously born in a terrible war.

Among those prisoners, there were men with familiar faces.

'It's so much easier than I thought.'

It was Roan who moved his feet with his head down like everyone else.

He splits his head, puts charcoal on his skin, and blends among the other prisoners and heads for the Persian kingdom.

Of course, I saw Harrison, Brian and Clay behind Roan.

'Everything is going according to plan.'

The war between the Persian Empire and the Estelle Kingdom has just ended.

Of course, private border access was completely contained.

You cannot pass from the Estelle Kingdom to the Persian Kingdom in the usual way.

Clay, who had foreseen this situation, offered a solution.

That's why we're going to use prisoner exchanges between our countries.

The plan itself was a very disruptive move, but in fact Clay's ability to execute this move was extraordinary.

After a close look at the prisoner exchange heads, he captured the greedy and backward ones with carrots and whips.

When they unleashed their wealth and made threats, they became Clay's puppets.

Thanks to this, Roan, Harrison, Brian and Clay were able to blend in among the prisoners and make their way to the Persian Empire.

'Just cross the border.'

I didn't have to hide my identity after crossing the border.

No, rather, it was much easier to reveal my true identity in the process.

Roan leans forward, his head bent.

Soldiers and prisoners moved across the border gate of the Eastern Kingdom to the middle of the buffer zone.

"Ah......."

The prisoner who walked earlier burst into resilience.

The flag that you missed so much rises up in front of you.

< Persian Kingdom. >

"Hehe."

"Hehe."

The prisoners who saw the Kingdom poured out tears.

"Damn it! Quiet!"

"Shut up!"

The Estelle soldiers grumble, but the crying doesn't stop easily.

However, they could not be lashed out or poured out with violence.

There are over 2,000 soldiers under the Persian Empire.

There could have been a battle.

Eventually, the Estelle soldiers are forced to push the prisoners from the ropes forward.

"Dammit. The Persians. Go away!"

Some of the soldiers grumble and scold.

As the prisoners depart from the Eastern Kingdom, an enormous number of prisoners begin to move in the Persian Kingdom.

Unlike hundreds of Persian prisoners, there were thousands of prisoners in the Eastern Kingdom.

With this, I could see how the Persian Empire had won a perfect victory.

"Move quickly!"

"Don't look back!"

The exchange of prisoners consisted of fourteen thousand.

"Woohoo!"

"Waaaah!"

Screaming and shouting echoes in both camps, frightened of the end of the prisoner exchange.

There was no possibility of a battle happening in the current situation anyway.

Because it means the beginning of another war.

That is why both soldiers and prisoners were able to unleash their screams and tantrums.

The victorious Persian Empire cries out, and the defeated Estelle Empire cries out.

The noisy workshop has been coming and going for a while.

"That's enough. That's enough."

"Let's go back!"

Both factions return to their respective border gates as promised.

The rope that had tied my wrists and ankles had already been untied for a long time, but I couldn't get out of line.

"There may be an enemy spy. Check your identity at the gate."

It was a necessary process because there were many cases of mixed spies when exchanging prisoners.

It was an unpleasant procedure for Roan, but there was no need to worry about it.

'This is why I left with Prince Simon's permission.'

Now, Roan wasn't looking for the Persian Empire on a personal matter.

He was now, indeed, a diplomatic envoy who sought out the Persian kingdom on behalf of Simon Rhine, Prince of Rhine.

While thinking like this, I saw the border gate.

Then the head of the prisoner exchange plunged the prisoners into one place and ordered the soldiers to personally identify them.

"I am Rams, 3rd Company Soldier of the Confederate 2nd Battalion of Kamet."

"This is Commander Corey of the 10 divisions of the Third Legion of the Confederate Alliance."

"Confederate….."

Identity verification was done very quickly and accurately.

One of the soldiers stands before Roan.

"Tell me your affiliation and your name."

Hard, office tone.

Roan smiles and puts his hand inside his chest.

I took out a dirty cloth from a very deep place.

"What? Name your affiliation."

The soldier looks at it and frowns.

Roan carefully unfolds a piece of filthy cloth, regardless.

Inside was a clean piece of cloth with very beautiful and colorful drawings and words embroidered.

It was a regate sentence that symbolizes Simon's identity and status.

"Give me your affiliation and your name!"

The soldier shouts once more.

As the situation became noisy, a group of soldiers and leaders gathered.

They stare at Roan with fierce eyes.

Are you a spy? '

Everyone was like that.

Roan ignores the sentence and replies with a bold and gentle voice.

"Baron Roan Tail, First Prince of the Rhine Kingdom and Deputy and Official Diplomatic Envoy of Simon Rhine, Lord of Ligate."

Boom.

At that moment, the static settled.

The soldiers of the Persian Kingdom all looked at Roan with expressions.

It was Roan who broke the silence.

"Lead me also to Altus."

Bold, bold tone and attitude.

It feels majestic by itself.

In front of foreign soldiers, Roan is not discouraged.

It was the true strength of the General.

* * *

"Deputy First Prince Simon Lines of the Rhine Kingdom?"

"Yes, this is Baron Roan Tail."

"Roan Tail? If it's Roan Tail, it can't be….."

"Yes, I think it's the Red Ghost."

"Hmm. Red Ghost......."

A short sigh came.

The one who was moaning was Reytas Persion, the First Prince of the Persian Kingdom.

The Red Ghost has appeared in our kingdom? '

He was also familiar with the rumors about the Red Ghost Roan Tail.

Reytas raises his head to look at Baron Bat Ines, his sidekick and royal aristocrat.

"Are you sure you are the First Prince Simon's successor, not the successor to King Rhine?"

"I'm sure. That's what you said."

Reytas frowns.

The first prince, not the king, sent a diplomatic envoy? '

That doesn't make any sense.

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

"They said it was a friendship between the two countries. They're on their way to Altus Castle now."

"Hmm."

It was an unbelievable word straight away.

The Kingdom of Rhine was currently competing for succession to the throne.

One prince was not capable of exercising diplomacy.

'Then, there is something else planned in addition to interkingdom relations.......'

That's also in Simon's best interest, the plot he needs.

Reytas is lost in thought.

'Timing is also subtle.......'

In the meantime, the Persian and Rhine kingdoms have never had this kind of interaction.

There was Byron and Estelle between the kingdoms, and the distance meant no interaction.

Reytas' eyes widen.

Is it Manus? '

I feel like I have cold water on my head.

Reytas' face hardens.

The Kingdom of Rhine, the reason why the First Prince Simon sent diplomatic envoys to this far-off place while competing for the throne.

Given the circumstances and timing, it was likely to be related to Manus.

"Is it not the friendship of our kingdom, but the friendship of Manus? '

Not a bad choice for Simon.

'Since you know I'm a column-friend…..'

But even so, the situation itself felt bad.

'The attitude of disrespecting me, the First Prince of the Kingdom.'

Of course, that's when Reytas' prediction is right.

'I'll have to watch.'

He looks up at the bat.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm a valued guest of the realm. Have some respect."

"Yes, I understand."

Beith bows coldly and leaves the office.

Remaining alone, Reytas closes his eyes with his right hand on his forehead.

Simon, Roan...

Two names rolled around in my mouth.

'Things are getting bigger.'

At a much faster rate than I thought.

Reytas sighs briefly.

"Is there no way to calm down….."

A distressing light flashes past me for only a moment.

Soon, however, a cold and sharp energy appeared in the eyes and tails of the mouth.

'There's nothing I can do. But you can't lose your job.'

The expression of determination.

Reytas has cleared up one of his troubles at this moment today.

'Sorry.'

There were a number of similar words in my mind.

But only Reytas could tell if it was real or not.

* * *

"There are many Altus Castle."

Brian looks out of the wagon and mutters.

Clay smiles and replies.

"The Kingdom of Persia is smaller than our kingdom of Rhine, Byron and Estelle."

"Really? But I thought it was a deep, historic kingdom."

Brian tilts his head toward Clay.

Clay looks at Brian, covering the book he was looking at.

"The Persian Empire once ruled the north-eastern continent. But through generations, incompetent kings ruled and rebelled everywhere, and eventually divided into dozens and dozens of great and small kingdoms."

"Oh, I know that story. Later, Lloyd von Persion again took control of most of the small nations and built the current Persian kingdom."

"Yes, but I lost more than half my territory compared to before. And it was Madison von Wright who unified the rest of the lands and rebuilt the kingdom. It's the ancestor of the Light Kingdom, at the north-eastern tip of the continent."

Clay says Brian nods.

Because I remembered the history of the continent I heard about at the Academy.

Harrison, who was listening to the story, frowned and asked.

"So Persian and Light Kingdoms are the Iron Supporters' quarters, then?"

At the same time, Roan and Clay reply, frightened to the end.

"No, we're quite close."

"No. More like siblings."

Harrison looks a little surprised.

"Why is that?"

I tilted my head as if I couldn't understand.

"It's been King of the Light for decades..."

That's when Roan said it.

I heard the wagon's voice.

"The king has also arrived at the castle of Altus. But......."

A slightly confused voice.

Then one of the commanders on the horse approached the side of the wagon.

"Prince Reytas Persian is here to see you! I have to stop the wagon!"

Unexpected hospitality.

No, the situation.

"Do it."

After a short answer, Roan organized his wardrobe.

Clay smiles faintly and carefully speaks out.

"Looks like Prince First of the Persian Empire is as fit as they come."

At that, Roan shakes his head with a strange look.

"Well, we'll see about that. Is my body hot......."

The wagon is slowly slowing down.

Roan looks out the window and mutters in a small voice.

"Or cold."

Whatever it was, it wasn't easy.

But if it's the latter.

'You may have to worry about your life.'

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