I am the Monarch

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You made it, huh? '

Roan was greatly surprised.

The fact that only Clay knew about the Tail writer he met with Picio.

"Did you know I was coming?"

Fizzio shakes his head at the cautious question.

"No, it's not like that. It was like someone was going to visit tonight. I know you can't believe it, but I just had that feeling."

I smiled bitterly.

I didn't even want to believe how often this would happen.

But the truth full of eyes was just showing me that it wasn't a lie.

'Is this the hunch…..'

Roan nods his head.

Clay was right.

Fizzio had developed a sixth sense that was unusually different from others.

"So you don't know who I am?"

Picio looked a little surprised, smiling at the question he asked.

He was the first person to hear his incredible words and not ask again and again.

Do you believe me? '

Fresh feeling.

He sighs briefly, looking at Roan's face.

"I remember Henry, a worker at the Charity Merchant Guild. But of course it's a lie."

At that, Roan smiles bitterly.

"Yes, it's a lie. I had to hide who Bourne was."

On the other hand, I was a little surprised.

'You remember what happened four months ago.'

It was only two meetings.

I've only spoken to him once.

And yet, Fizzio remembered himself brilliantly.

After taking a deep breath, Roan formally introduced himself.

"My real name is Roan Tail. Baron of the Rhine Kingdom."

Bold voice.

He thought Picio would be greatly surprised.

However, Fizzio muttered with a rather bold expression.

"Ah....... it was a red ghost."

He looks surprised.

"Can you tell by the feeling?"

"No. About three months ago, an air marshal came down from the royal province to each of the border gates. The Baron Roan Tail of the Rhine Kingdom may have crossed the border, so watch closely."

"Ah......."

Roan nods with low elasticity.

It seems that what he did in the Persian kingdom was reported to the castle of the Estelle Kingdom.

The only way to get from the Persian Kingdom to the Rhine Kingdom was through Byron or the Estelle Kingdom.

The Eastern Kingdom insisted that we strengthen our guard later, in case Roan crossed the border.

I had no idea that Roan had already crossed the border.

"I thought maybe the Cherity Merchant Guild Laborer Henry was the Baron Tail……"

Of course it was Fizzio's idea.

About three months ago, the harassment of the guards, including the Gateway Commander Doss, was so severe that I couldn't dare bring it up.

'Most of all, I couldn't see the Charity Merchant Guild since then…..'

Since that day, the Charity Merchant Guild has been using the border gate on the Baron Tail rather than the border gate of Earl Lancefield.

"Are you here to cut my throat?"

Homicide.

That's all I could think about right now.

But...

'I don't feel anxious.'

His feelings were not possessed by such horrific energy.

Roan bows his head deeply, looking at Fizzio's complex face.

"Mr. Picio. I'm so sorry."

"Yes? What the...?"

This was unexpected even for Fizzio.

A foreign aristocrat, Red Ghost Roan, bowing to himself.

'And an apple that I don't know why…..'

It got complicated in my head.

In a soft voice, Roan explained the purpose of his visit.

"Actually, after Mr. Fizzio doubted my identity......."

He expressed great interest in Fizzio's abilities and talents and devised an overly elaborate strategy to match them.

"That's what happened. The fact that Doss and the guards harassed Mr. Fizzio was entirely my doing. It's not Fizzio's fault."

"Hmm."

Fizzio lets out a long breath with a low saliva.

Even so, I felt something uncomfortable about Doss and the guards' behavior.

But...

'Before that, they weren't really nice people.......'

The robbery was only a little stronger, but the harassment had happened before.

They disliked Picio's sharp sixth sense.

Suspiciously aggressive disproportionate.

Fizzio was that much human when Doss and the guards looked at him.

"I'm so sorry."

Roan bows once more.

"Did you cross the border to apologize?"

Fizzio was curious.

I didn't know it was even more amazing because I had never been treated like this.

Roan nods.

A situation where one's greed could have ruined one's life.

"You can't pick a flower that hasn't bloomed yet. '

You want to let Fizzio know that you're going down and Gigi's dead.

"You're amazing in so many ways."

Fizzio admired it purely.

He lowers his head.

"Thank you for your candor."

"Do you forgive me?"

In Roan's words, Fizzio smiles and replies.

"There's nothing to forgive. It wasn't a very good relationship."

Mixed voices and smiles.

Roan looks into Fizzio's eyes and speaks with a cautious voice.

"It's such a shame to put things this way….."

He was about to state the purpose of his second visit.

The second reason that Roan apologized to a stranger to cross the border.

"Do you want to join me?"

Fizzio was that coveted.

Heave!

The pitcher shivers slightly as if struck by lightning.

My head and chest froze.

I've done this a few times in my life.

'When I went to dig up the herbs of my childhood, when I almost died on the battlefield.......'

At that time, I felt a sinister aura with a bitter feeling like being struck by lightning.

He eventually gave up on going to the Wild Herb because of the tremendous fear and horror, and in the battlefield he moved to a different battlefield than where he had originally gone.

'I heard that people who later went to dig up herbs met tigers and were slaughtered. There was an ambush on the battlefield where we were supposed to go.'

It was a very rare and powerful sixth instinct.

It's not a sense of confusion, it's a strong hunch that the whole mind is shaking.

'I was able to save my life. But.......'

Even though it wasn't a life-and-death situation, I felt like I was being struck by lightning.

Of course, there was one other thing.

"What is this great feeling of happiness? '

Instead of anxiety and fear, happiness and expectations filled my whole body.

My heart was beating rapidly and my blood was flowing rapidly.

His face was red and his ears were ringing.

I feel so good that I want to scream.

'This is……'

I didn't have to insist on understanding why I felt this way.

A strong sixth impulse has nothing to do with his will.

Fizzio smiled bitterly.

'Follow me.'

He glances at Roan's two eyes quietly.

Clear, transparent eyes with no lies.

"Someone's looking at me like this. '

Another satisfaction and pride came to mind in the feeling of happiness wrapped around my whole body.

Fizzio nods slowly.

"I'll follow the baron Tail."

"Ah......."

Roan held Picio's two hands with low elasticity.

He was not as keen as Picio, but he could be sure of one thing.

'I am a person who has a big impact on me.'

The idea was not wrong.

In many ways, the later pitchios will have a profound impact on the Tail Baron.

We had to see if it was a good or a bad influence.

* * *

"Hmm. I won't have to."

Clay smiles faintly, looking at the little butterfly sitting on his finger.

'Intuition. Good speech. Sixth sense. It's just instinct. He is a man who judges and moves by instinct, not by head....... "

It was quite interesting.

A man who stands at a crossroads with himself who judges everything rationally.

'Anyway, the Lord has done well, so we should get rid of our plans.'

Clay wiggles his fingers lightly.

At that moment, the door of the clerk's office opened slightly and a cat appeared.

"Come here."

Clay strokes the cat's head and mutters an unknown word.

Druid's orders.

"There's no need to whisper that Picio is communicating with the Rhine Kingdom. All returning to the territory."

I have something I would like to convey at the end of my order.

Originally, he was preparing a complement in case he failed.

Picio had to leave the Estelle Kingdom and come to the Rhine Kingdom.

Clay pats his cat on the back.

Meow.

The cat bows once and leaves the office.

Clay smiles faintly at his appearance.

'My lord, this has gone well, but you can grow your work by doing so.'

The smile on my mouth became darker.

'One day you'll realize that my way is right.'

A confident face.

Although Fizzio retreated at Roan's behest, he didn't think his methods were wrong.

'Okay, next……'

Clay closes his eyes and smiles.

He was already planning the next, no, other thing.

* * *

"Isn't it better than I thought?"

"Good. Really good. Just a few months ago, I lived in an old building with raindrops, but now I've been assigned a house to a thriving guild headquarters."

"That's not all. The funding is huge."

"Thanks to you, the number of mercenaries in the guild is growing quickly."

I spoke in a small voice so that the men who looked like fun didn't fit in.

The middle-aged man sitting on his seat frowned, looking at him.

'Dangerous.'

He smashes the table with a big fist.

Boom.

For a moment, everyone who was chatting kept their mouths shut.

They looked at the middle-aged man with a surprised look.

"Master, you scared me."

"Why are you suddenly hitting the table?"

The sound of ballmen flows out.

Powell, a middle-haired man called Guild Master, replied with a frowny face.

"You guys must be out of your minds for a while after picking your back. Why did we transfer the guild headquarters to the Baron Tail?"

"Hmmm."

He said that and an awkward cough erupted from everywhere.

Powell looks at you furiously.

"Listen carefully. We were infiltrated by Earl Jonathan Chase. Sneak in. When Earl Chase gives the order, we risk our lives to fight him. Do you understand?"

The mercenaries nod, their mouths returning.

"I know."

"I know. Who said anything about forgetting?"

"I remember every day."

I said that, but on the other side of my face, I felt bitter.

It was the same with Powell laying around.

"How did our Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild end up like this….."

It used to be a huge mercenary guild that used to herald the battlefield for coins.

But now I was spying on a nobleman who was bitten by ambition.

'Once this is done well, you can build a guild again.'

Never have to do such a dirty thing again.

But ironically, the guild was already much more flexible than before.

That much support for Baron Roan and Tail.

'Dammit. If it weren't for this, I'd be in good hands.......'

I felt bad for no reason.

Powell pulls out other topics to clear his head.

"By the way, should we hire new managers?"

"Yes. There are a large number of mercenaries and mercenaries, so we need to recruit about five new ones."

In response, Powell nodded and asked for his opinion.

"Are you qualified?"

At the end of the sentence, all the mercenaries spit out a word.

"Griffith and Moffet are the perfect fit."

"Griffith admits it, but Paul's better than a moffet."

"Griffith admitted. I had good qualifications there."

"Good quality. Sweeney and Coleman are good there. Griffith is my favorite, of course."

Powell nods quietly as he listens.

It was not without character.

"Good. First, make a list of the right people. I will then choose new managers through the recommendations of current managers."

"Yes, I understand."

Everyone replied in one voice.

A bright and energetic answer, as if the bright future was unfolding before my eyes.

But they didn't know.

The fact that there is a dark shadow inside the guild.

* * *

Locker room.

Several small candles were barely pushing away the thick darkness.

"Things are going according to plan."

"Yes, I have posted five names on the new Manager Candidates list. Of course, the most prominent candidate is Repice, or Griffith."

Following the report, a young man nodded satisfied.

He was Keefe of Tenebrae, the Baron Tail's spy group.

"Just keep telling them to earn the guild master and the administrators' trust."

"Yes, I understand."

The young unit hides in the darkness with an answer.

Keefe frowns slightly, looking at the documents lying on the table.

'There are a number of definitively suspicious situations.'

But the situation is still lacking.

I had to find more solid evidence.

'Griffith and the rest of the infiltrators should do well.'

Keefe closes his eyes with a short sigh.

A number of undercover operations across the realm have filled my head.

He was now one of the busiest travellers in the baron of Tails.

* * *

Winter is over.

It's been two months since spring.

Three months ago, Fizzio, the baron of Tails, smiled at Mediacis' growing castle in secret every day.

'Small roads that are connected in a straight line to the north and south. Orderly homes and shops. Mediacis is a truly great castle.'

Specifically, three days ago, the walls had just been completed boasting enormous benefits, as if the invasion of monsters and enemy forces would never be tolerated.

Then.

Phew! Phew!

You hear a trumpet at the north gate.

But no one was messing around.

"Looks like Earl Io Lancefield and Earl Aaron Tate have arrived. '

After winter, when Baron Tail settled down to some extent, two friends of Roan visited the territory.

Roan has already reported this to the people of Mediacis through several announcements.

Thanks to this, the people were living a peaceful life as usual without shaking.

'I need to go down now.'

Picio's current position is the commander of the Mediah Security Force, responsible for securing Mediah Castle.

His footsteps down the street from the towering tower were very light and courageous.

I had a bright smile on my face.

'If this meeting goes well.......'

because he knew what was going to happen next.

My smile grew darker.

Baron Tail was about to begin a massive flap towards his first objective.

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