I am the Monarch

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A natural talent.

Fizzio didn't realize it, but he had a great talent unlike any other.

Of course it was entirely Clay's decision.

"Eye sled… and……"

It was not like Roan to get a lot of visual information at once through Calian's tears.

Fizzio could see the same thing, but there was something different about it.

That's why.

'The sixth sense.'

Clay found Picio to be odd and dangerous and to have developed a sixth sense that felt something unusual.

'It is worth bringing with it whether you have developed a sixth sense or not.'

It was worth it just to have a good eye.

'The continent's most prominent ruling figures are thousands of drinkers.'

Man is property.

Even trivial talents and talents have places and moments they need.

"Fizzio was beaten to a pulp by Doss. Besides, I heard it's not a very good relationship with the guards. I'm going to give people a chance to decorate the situation."

Clay smiles faintly, putting together a plan for Fizzio and others in his head.

Of course, it will be difficult to get Picio out in a month or two.

I needed a plan to see him in the long run and tie him up perfectly.

Roan nods and delegates the mission to Clay.

Then.

"I see the border gate!"

The man in the lead of the Merchant Guild screams out loud.

I hear laughter everywhere.

After a tense life abroad, he finally returned home.

* * *

After sending Harrison, Brian, Clay and the merchants to the baron of Tail, Roan heads to Milr alone.

He raised his voice in front of King Denny Von Rheines, the three princes and nobles, revealing his friendship with the Persian Empire.

Denny III grumbled at the prince's command to make friendship with another country without the king's ashes.

On the other hand, he was also pleased that he was not interested in politics and that he had opened the door to exchanges that had been disconnected for decades.

Obviously, this led Simon to take another step ahead of the throne competition.

That was the idea of the nobles of the Rhine Kingdom.

"Coming right back?"

"Yes, I have left the territory for too long."

Simon looks disappointed and lowers his head slightly.

I left it to my capable and loyal henchmen, but little time remained with the Baron of Tails after the Porsche Exodus.

I want to go back at least once.

"I've been so busy."

Simon nods, tasting again.

because I realized that it wasn't a situation that would hold Roan too long.

He raises his eyes at the nearby Thio Ruin bird.

Thio soon appeared inside the Oval Office with two wooden crates.

He places the boxes on the table.

"This is a gift from me. Open it."

Simon glances at Roan, smiling.

Roan lowers his head slightly and opens the lid of a wide box of two boxes.

"Hmm?"

He looks a little surprised.

Inside the box was an unexpected item.

I hear Simon's voice.

"These are Dion Roots from the Grain Mountains."

"This precious thing......."

Roan can't even touch the contents of the box.

Radiant tree roots.

'If it is Dion Root, it is said that the breath of the dragon has reached the zenith of the zebra.'

When you consume the Dion Root, Mana rises elixir.

'You have to train steadily for about a year per root to get Mana to accumulate.'

It wasn't much, but it was a great level.

Moreover, there were five Dion roots neatly placed inside the box.

Simon gladly smiles at Roan's favourite figure, pointing to a small box next to him.

"Try opening that, too."

"Yes? Oh, yes."

Roan still looks half stunned and opens the lid of the small box.

"This is……"

Roan looks surprised again.

Inside the small box was a book with a clean cover.

"A scroll I found in the royal notes."

The royal notes were like a secret vault where no one could enter, unlike a library that was open to many.

Only four people are currently allowed in the comments.

There were only three princes: current King Denny III and Simon, Tommy and Column.

"I'd love to find you some great inventions, but nothing spears compare to swords or enchantments. That's what I found out. Plops spearhead."

"Plops Spearing Method......."

Roan glances at the scroll, a small murmur.

Seeing that the cover was clean, it was clear that Simon was desperate separately.

'The spear of Earl Nature's Plebes, who played more than 100 years ago in the Plebes method. I'm sure it's great, but it's a lot to take in with a great spear.'

Of course, I wasn't sure because I had not seen it firsthand.

But it's clear that his level is nothing compared to his.

'It's still a huge help to me.'

Roan had never mastered standardized and refined spear techniques.

I'm just practicing my own unique technique by bringing together tons of real-world spears.

'If we study the Fleph's Spear, we will be able to combine several practical spears into one more easily.'

There's literally a textbook.

Roan carefully closes the lid of the box containing the book and the box containing the dion root, then looks at Simon.

"Thank you very much."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Simon nods, smiling brightly.

It was serious.

'The baron of Tail has brought us closer to the throne.'

Because he was there, he was able to beat his brothers in the throne competition.

Simon glances at Roan and smiles brightly.

"Baron Roan Tail."

"Yes, my prince."

Roan bows slightly.

Simon takes a deep breath and speaks in the background.

"I look forward to it."

I felt strong in my voice.

He had already been planning for the next race for succession.

Roan was indispensable in the process.

"Yes, I will do my best."

Roan lowers his head and answers with a strong voice.

The two of them talked for a while.

"I'll be going now."

It wasn't until the time of son-in-law's darkening that Roan was able to leave Simon's mansion.

Quite late.

But he made his way to a place other than his own.

How much time has passed.

Roan reappears.

'For once, I won't be able to move around like this. No, at least…'

He makes a quick walk across the street to his place.

'I had the knife sack.'

Where Roan set out for a while.

It was a house on the Column Line.

Rrrrgh.

The cold northern wind blows.

* * *

Roan didn't want to enter the area in a loud way.

He deliberately chooses an early time across Mediacis and enters the territorial entrance.

No, horses are primal, but it's still a run-down building with offices and conference rooms.

It was just when Roan entered the central hall.

"Well done."

I heard a familiar voice.

"I'm glad you're back in one piece."

I heard voices in succession.

In the central hall, Austin and many other housewives were plotted equally.

"Did you know she was coming back?"

When Roan smiled shyly, Austin smiled brightly.

"Agents are active throughout the Baron Tail. I've known since you stepped inside the territorial boundary."

At that, Roan nods slowly.

He didn't hide his identity on purpose, so it wasn't that hard for Agents to find him.

But...

'The delivery system is well organized.'

Even though he was on the move in a hurry, he had already been informed of the territory before he arrived.

"That's great. That's Chris. '

At this rate, there won't be any problems in finding and monitoring other nobles or foreign spies in the future.

"Everyone's been through a lot."

A powerful voice.

All the pretenders listen to Roan's story.

"But I still have a long way to go. The baron of Tails….."

Roan smiles faintly.

"This is the beginning."

"Yes! I understand!"

Austin and everyone else responded in one voice.

Decisive expression and voice.

Their breasts beat fast.

Overbearing.

They were ready to follow Roan into a big dream.

Roan smiles faintly at them.

'I also have to try harder than now.'

I took it upon myself.

He moves a little faster, a little more than his men.

Nobles don't slack off to be lords.

He also knew what he was lacking.

Before proceeding with work, the various meetings were held by gathering the officers and officers.

"What happened to the Southern Mercenary Guild that Arnold recommended?"

Roan looks at Keefe sitting at the end of the conference room.

"I've infiltrated Tenebrae's forces."

"What's the situation?"

"I've been trusted by the Guild Master to serve as a qualified mercenary."

A short conversation between Roan and Keefe came and went.

Successful infiltration into the South Rhine Mercenary Guild gives me a thorough understanding of the information about the Southern Rhine Mercenary Guild.

"Very well. Set up a mercenary guild base just outside Mediah. I allow them to transfer. But......."

Roan looks him straight in the eyes.

"Tenebra troops disguised within the guild remain secret to the end."

"Yes, I understand."

Keefe bows his head and replies.

Roan then looks at Clay.

Clay looks through the materials and says in a calm voice.

"While we were in the Persian Kingdom, the number of alchemists, blacksmiths, carpenters, and other technicians increased dramatically. It's still growing, but it's still growing."

At that, Roan smiles faintly.

Alchemists and technologists were an indispensable combination of plans for progress in Roan's territory.

"The guild of alchemists and craftsmen has grown in size, so we need to manage it more systematically."

"Good. Let's discuss that with the leaders before we proceed."

"And……"

Clay's words are endless.

Unlike what he just said, he said with a cautious voice.

"Some druids have asked for your command."

"Druids?"

Roan looks a little surprised.

Clay smiles faintly and replies.

"I sent letters to the druids with kites. They're not very good at what they do."

"Hmm."

Roan nods with a low depression.

"It would be a great strength if they were together."

"So they……?"

"I accept."

Short answer, cool decision.

Clay bows coldly.

"Thank you."

I didn't know what to be grateful for.

Roan turns his head to look at Chris.

"The Academy graduates recommended by President Fred Brown are here?"

"Yes, I checked the letter of recommendation and put it into administrative work."

Chris quickly replied, checking his notes.

Fred Brown recommended more graduates from the Academy than he expected.

The king also visited Roan in Milr and realized that a considerable number of graduates had come to see the Baron Tail, with the exception of those who had left abruptly.

Most of them were still greatly disappointed by the small and shabby Baron Tail and left without hesitation.

In the meantime, however, more than a dozen talented people remained in administrative duties.

"I should meet him in person."

I needed to discuss my plans for setting up the academy carefully.

He takes a deep breath and looks around the conference room.

"So, all the urgent business is over?"

Clay raises his right hand again.

"There's one more thing."

After checking the notes for a moment, he said something behind his back.

"The wizards came from Leno Academy."

The people who were accompanying me horribly when the horse ended tilted their heads.

"Leno Academy?"

"Were there such academics?"

"I've never heard of……?"

Even Chris was filled with doubts.

On the other hand, Roan's expression was very calm.

If you're a Renault student, you're studying magic in more ways than one discipline. I used to make magical items rather than using magic by myself. '

I remember it well.

There was a reason for that.

'They did all kinds of efforts to revive academics in their last lives.'

Effort resulted in results.

Being sponsored by various nobles and subjects.

But...

'At the beginning of the age of war, I became a lowlife.'

No one gave donations to the Leno scholars who were less helpful in the war.

No, I couldn't afford it.

'In that situation, McCrumb, the last leader of the Leno school, who was recognized as the best talent, was too greedy to revive the school.'

trying to make war weapons out of Renault's magical technology.

Results.

'Explosive.'

Dozens, hundreds of magicians, carved for weapons of war, started running wild.

An enormous amount of Mana fluctuates unstable, and a massive explosion is imminent.

The aftermath of the explosion was enormous.

The entire small city where McCrumb's lab had been evaporated.

'At that time, McCrumb died together and the rhetoric of the Leno school was cut off.'

Roan sighs for a moment.

Leno Hakpara.......

Complex thoughts and plans rushed into my mind like waves.

He shakes his head and looks at Clay.

"Take them to the reception. I'll meet him in person."

"Yes, I understand."

Clay nods slightly.

That was the end of the meeting.

The chastity prompted them to take steps to fulfill their respective duties.

Roan also walked into the reception room.

As I opened the door, I could see the interior of the banquet hall with a rustic view.

On the central table was a centuries-old man and a young man.

'It's them.'

Leming Ad, the current leader of the Leno School, and McCrumb, who blew up a small city in his last life.

Roan smiles at them.

"Nice to meet you. Roan Tail."

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