I am the Monarch

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The gates of Castle 1 were wide open for the Baron Tail's northern army.

The garrison guards stood on the wall and took their orders.

Down there.

A red wave pours out of the open gate.

Those wearing the red armor stained with Setus' blood are the tail corps leading by Roan.

The glorious red glow shimmers from the light.

However, there was anxiety in the faces of the elite soldiers.

"Is this okay?"

"You told me not to intervene in territorial warfare."

The chatter.

At that time, one of the commanders of the thousands opened his eyes.

"Quiet! Didn't you hear the Lord?" We march to defend our property within the Lansfield Territory. I'm not interfering in territorial warfare! "

A stern voice struck my ear.

Some grumbling soldiers keep their mouths shut.

What the commander said was true.

Roan gives his objectives and objectives to the troops ahead of him.

The target is Mount Monteria.

The purpose is.

It was the protection of a Ford mining company in the Quarry, Fortress and Tail businesses located within the Lansfield Territory.

According to Roan, before the march, the stone mines and fortresses of Mount Montea were damaged by Earl Chase and the Orwells' attacks.

The march was inevitable.

However, I did not intend to intervene in the territorial war.

In fact, Roan ordered us to wrap the two of them around a cloth made of assault weapons, except for the armor.

Actions to demonstrate unwillingness to fight.

"My lord, are you sure Mount Monteria was attacked?"

Harrison, one of the commanders of the thousand, approached Roan and asked carefully.

Roan smiles faintly, but does not answer.

Chris, who was there, whispered in a small voice.

"Sometimes the situation is more important than the truth."

Weird thing to say.

Harrison looks at Roan's side with a curious look and returns to his original position.

Clay, who was a little away, sighs for a moment.

"Hoo. The Lord and the Governors, they're all so heartbroken......."

The user tries to deceive, trample, and tap the target mercilessly for its own benefit.

'I'll have to fill that up.'

Clay was the only one who could play the role of the Baron Tail.

No, there was one other person who had similar tendencies.

'Director Chris.......'

The man who orchestrated this.

Clay's gaze is on Chris.

'He's more fun than I thought.'

Somehow, the future was expected.

Then.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Along with the rumbling drum, a group of troops emerge from the hills.

< Simmons Squad. >

The squad flutters roughly.

Earl Chase's unit was the one guarding and guarding the first fortress.

"Stop!"

Simmons, who is leading the troops, screams out loud and stands in front of the Roan and Tail forces.

A sudden showdown.

Roan raises his right hand and stops the troops.

The silence that sank momentarily heavily.

Purr.

You hear a murmur.

"Where are you going?"

Simmons is naturally down-to-earth.

When I opened my eyes to it, it was very ugly.

A somewhat overwhelming gesture led to the presence of Austin and other commanders.

"How dare you….."

"Enough."

Roan raises his hand and stops the climbers.

Simmons smiles deeply as she looks at him.

'Lucky nobleman.'

He had a crush on Roan.

It made me sick to see a common spearer become the nobleman of the kingdom and become a tyrant.

Roan stares at Simmons like that.

'Hmph. What if he's staring at me? I'm promising even in Earl Chase's army....... Huff!'

Simmons, who had a mind of his own, swallowed the false wind without even knowing it.

"Hehe!"

I gripped my teeth with my brow.

Because of the tremendous surge of energy emanating from Roan.

It was neither living nor hostile.

'This, this.......'

Intimidation that makes the head bend.

A majesty that can only be emitted by a General who has been on the battlefield for decades.

Roan's strength was similar to that.

"State your affiliation and name."

A soft yet powerful voice.

Roan looks Simmons in the eye.

Simmons does not respond easily and hesitates, making the aura radiating from Roan even stronger.

"Huff!"

I was choking.

The head that I was holding was bent by myself.

"Che, I'm Commander Simmons of the Earl Chase regiment."

Roan has just regained his strength.

"I am Baron Roan Tail. We marched to protect the estate of the Tail Baron in Mount Monteria. I have no intention of interfering in the territorial war."

At the same time, my left hand slightly went up.

The Tail Army troops dispatched two armored weapons with rough cloth.

"Hmm."

Simmons lets out a brief drool.

It's a very bad color.

"I know you don't want to fight, but..."

I couldn't stand back.

"I will send word to Earl Chase. Please wait until then."

Simmons said in the most respectful manner and voice possible.

Roan frowns.

"Are you going to put the nobles of the kingdom on the pavement?"

Originally, he did not like establishing the authority of the nobles or oppressing people with his identity.

But for someone like Simmons, there was no better way.

"Well, that's not it….."

Simmons shakes his head in a dazzling look.

Roan's words continue.

"I also want to protect my rights. If you have the right to do so, I have the right to protect my property."

A powerful voice dug into my ears.

Simmons is already under a lot of pressure.

Moreover, Simmons' forces, which were in charge of surveillance, were unable to stop Roan's forces.

Eventually, Simon shakes his head, rolling his head around.

"Oh, I see. You must not intervene in territorial warfare."

"Of course."

Roan replied briefly.

Simmons pulls back without even looking at Roan's face.

Simmons' troops immediately stand in the way of one another.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

The Roan and Tail forces march again with the sound of horseshoes.

The red waves that stopped for a moment fluttered.

The Tail Army's face reminds me of the pride I cannot hide.

'Earl Chase is as good a man as our lord.'

'That giant Zeus was no match for our lord, but some kind of commander.......'

'Yes, there's no need to be afraid and afraid as long as there's a lord.'

The anxiety and worries that were in the corner of my mind disappeared like they had been washed away.

The Red Wave, or the Red Legion, is full of strength.

"But my lord."

At that moment, Austin approaches Roan and speaks carefully.

"This road doesn't lead to Mount Monteria. To get to Mt. Monteria, you have to turn west here."

At this, Roan smiles faintly and replies.

"It's a way. It's meant to work everywhere. Let's go see the sights on the way."

Roan's gaze leads to the end of the road.

"Looks like the scenery on this road would be better."

Strange words fall over me.

His gaze was already pursuing the unseen.

* * *

"Duke Webster! No, Grandfather! Are you really just going to sit here and watch?"

The protagonist of the noisy voice was Prince Simon Lines.

He shouted aloud in front of one of the four ducs of the Reines kingdom and his outer wife, Duc Bradley Webster.

Bradley, on the other hand, sits motionlessly and tilts his cup of tea with a bold expression.

"Grandfather! Half of Earl Lancefield's land has already fallen into the hands of Earl Chase. At this rate, Earl Lancefield will disappear forever."

Earl Iolansfield is one of the most powerful supportive nobles.

He is in danger of losing his life.

"Grandfather!"

Simon yells again.

Then Bradley lowers his cup of tea and smiles faintly.

"My prince."

Simon shudders as he walks along the street in a soft, bold voice.

Later, I realized I was being too insensitive.

"Go ahead."

Simon struggles to suppress his anger and sits down.

Bradley glances at Simon like that and whispers in a small voice.

"In fact, this territorial war is going to be a lot more complicated than you might think."

"Don't be hasty, just keep your point brief."

Simon didn't want to hear any small talk.

Bradley nods.

"Actually, Earl Iolansfil doesn't support you because he trusts and likes you. He's just loyal to the Rhine Kingdom. Because of that, I only support Prince Charming by taking the principle of firstborn succession."

"I know that. That's the nature and values of Earl Lancefield."

That is why he was more reliable.

At least because I didn't have to change or do anything to support the prince for any reason.

Of course, this was Simon's idea, and Bradley's idea was completely different.

"It's true that Earl Lancefield is strong. But the problem is, it's not easy to deal with him. He thinks of the kingdom before he does of the prince or of the throne competition. If there is a future bloodbath in the succession competition, he will definitely be reluctant to move."

Even if you have a sharp sword and a hard shield, it won't do you any good if you can't use it.

For Bradley, Io was like an unusable sword and shield.

"Moreover, he is a person without ambition and desire."

He had no ambition and desire to place his supportive prince on the throne and put wealth, honor and power in his hands.

"That's why it's harder to handle."

"Hmm."

Simon sits still and listens to Bradley's story.

Bradley pushes his face forward and speaks in a smaller voice.

"Then I got a call from Earl Lancefield on his way to the car from Earl Cali Orwells."

"If Cali Orwells……?"

Simon frowns slightly, surprised.

Bradley smiles strangely.

"The one who betrayed Earl Lancefield and sided with Earl Chase."

After a brief silence, a surprising story followed.

"Cali Orwells. He's not attached to Earl Chase, he's acting like he is. He's actually one of us."

"How could you….."

Simon blurs his words with curiosity.

Bradley's words continue.

"Actually, Earl Orwells has been lining up for me ever since Earl Lancefield cut off the taillands for Baron Roan Tail. when he later became heir to Earl Lancefield. But as you know, Earl Lancefield is very fond of Baron Tail. Earl Lancefield would eventually be handed over to him. Because......."

For a while, unbelievable stories followed.

"Hmm."

Simon, who heard the whole story, shed a low tear.

He looks Bradley straight in the eye.

"On behalf of the elusive Io Lansfield, you would make Cali Orwells Lord of Earl Lansfield?" '

It wasn't just that.

'After that, he was going to use his calories to wage another territorial war and swallow up Earl Chase…..'

This whole territorial war was unfolding on Bradley's palm.

"My prince."

Bradley breaks his head, smiling brightly.

Somehow it looks mean and disgusting.

"Don't worry, just trust me. When this is over, you'll have more supporters."

Simon rises from his seat, terrified to the end.

His face is stiff.

Anger disappears, but there is an unknown unpleasantness.

Simon asks in a calm and reserved voice.

"Is that supporter for me or for you?"

He knew nothing.

In a place where there was nothing, there was an unknown situation unfolding.

Simon's eyes burn with eagle.

"Oh, look at this guy......."

Bradley smiled at him.

'Even though it's broken like that, the tiger is a tiger. But.......'

The tail of the eye was gently bent.

'Tigers can train as much as they want.'

Bradley bows, hiding his insides.

"Of course, I have the support of the prince."

Simon glances at the figure and walks without a word.

As you exit the magnificent reception hall, Birch of Thio Luin approaches, who is on guard around you.

"Birdie Louie."

"Yes, my prince."

On Simon's call, thio bows slightly.

Simon whispers in a small voice as he steps inside the corridor.

"I need to change horses."

At that moment, Thio asked with a surprised expression.

"Yes? What is it......."

"The horse that was riding started going crazy."

"Hmm."

Thio swallowed the depression.

He asked carefully, wandering around.

"Have you picked a horse to change?"

Simon nods.

"You don't have to ride an old horse in a fresh start….."

I started walking a little faster.

"A young man who's just been born would like that."

* * *

Two or two!

The hoof sounds noisy.

Ping! Fibbing!

Arrows spill out with sharp ripples.

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

Three horsemen rush forward, knocked down by arrows.

"Chance! Ronbard!"

The first hundred bald old man looks back and shouts.

"Don't look back!"

"Run like hell! Earl!"

Chance and Lonbard, the mounted men rolling the floor, stand up and draw their swords.

They rush towards the mountaintop with their teeth crossed.

You look like a wart when you stop a cart.

But there was no hesitation or fear in their faces.

Guava light!

They soon ran for fame, swept by the pursuit forces.

"Pursue!"

"Don't miss out!"

"Pursue! Capture Iolansfield alive!"

The old man bites his lower lip as he looks at it.

Baek Balon, he was Io Lansfield.

The armpits were scratched or fell off, and the skin that was exposed was all covered in wounds.

He led a small group of innocent colonists to Castle Faver after being beheaded by himself.

That was exactly what Chris was doing in the polar sphere.

Earl Chase and Orwells, who were overseeing the first fortress, immediately responded to Io's advance.

They sent elite troops to capture Io alive.

But Io is an old man in a hundred wars.

He dodges a giant slalom, focusing his strength on attacking where the enemy doesn't expect him.

Emerging strategies and tactics.

Brave force there.

There was an unpredictable series of battles.

Io was Io.

But by the twenty strokes of the battle, Earl Chase and the Orwells had come up with an insane strategy.

"Using the Territories as Arrowheads......."

At this point, I was unable to issue an assault order.

The fighting streak suddenly slowed down.

Io continued to step back, and lost a lot of soldiers in the process.

'If the people of the nearby villages hadn't helped, they would have been destroyed immediately.'

The villagers put down their sickles and stings to protect Iow, and picked up the dead spears and old swords.

They gave their lives to save Io.

'It was impossible to go any further.'

I was confident of winning any fair battle I could.

However, the enemy's arrowheads cannot attack the territory.

I finally chose to retreat.

But it was also a difficult decision.

Exits are already clogged.

That's when I thought of Chris' advice.

'If things are really going to get dangerous, run west.'

It was nonsense not to hear it.

Escape to the west where Earl Chase is not to the north or east where the Guards are resisting, nor to the south where the Baron Tail is.

It was the same as telling the tiger to go into his jaw.

However, Io did not hesitate a bit.

'Chris is the talent that Roan cares about and believes in. He couldn't have said such nonsense.'

So Iowa starts to flee west with the surviving soldiers.

'Jonathan Chase, Cali Orwells. I'll have your heads for sure. How dare you throw my children, my people, into the crossbow.......'

I split my teeth by myself.

Iow continues to run west and west, kicking the horse's belly.

You escaped with your life.

However, the western boundaries were surprisingly blurry.

Earl Chase and the Orwells didn't expect Io to flee west.

Is that what Chris was after? '

But the problem was after this.

We can't just run west like this.

The perimeter may be blurry right now, but Earl Chase's stronghold is surrounded.

In the meantime, a small but small pursuit follows you to the rear.

The moment of the incision.

Nevertheless, Io did not give up.

'No matter what happens, I will survive until the end to avenge myself.'

I gripped my teeth.

"Even if you sell my soul, you must! '

The light flashes from my eyes.

Then.

"Huh?"

You hear a very small and strange sound that tickles your ear.

"The sound of music?"

In this situation, it was a sound you couldn't hear in a place like this.

The more you head west, the louder you hear.

Cham! Cham! Ba-ba-ba-bam!

The sound of music mixed with different instruments.

What's even weirder.

'The sound is ripe in my ears.'

But I couldn't remember where I heard it.

Then some of the soldiers approached.

"I hear music."

"Plus, it sounds really familiar to me."

They said the same thing about Io.

The soldiers who survived Iowa tilted their heads and pressed their chests against the horse's balance.

A chase follows behind you.

"Ugh!"

"Up the hill!"

Iowa soldiers kicked the horse's belly.

The exhausted horseman makes a vigorous ascent up the hill in front of his eyes.

Hwa-oh!

At that moment, my vision became clear with the westerly wind.

The sound of the music that sounded faint sounded grand.

Ba-ba-bam! Ba-bam!

The sound of beating your heart, not your ears.

"Ah......."

An enormous elasticity burst from Io's mouth.

The view in front of your eyes.

It reminded me of a similar red wave.

Music flowed through the waves.

The sound of ripeness in your ears.

"The last time I visited Mediacis Castle, it was played by the Milta Army who welcomed me and Baron Tate."

Everything was clearly remembered.

With the sound of music, a red wave approaches you.

Red Force.

A few familiar faces stood out.

As the soldiers split to the left and to the right, the young man who had drawn in his dreams appeared.

"Roan......."

Iow opened his dry lips.

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

The young man who appeared with the Red Army.

He was Roan.

Roan drives slowly toward Iow.

The playing of the Milta Army continued until Roan arrived in front of Iow.

Chang!

A clear hiss announces the end of the music.

Roan gestures as if he had waited.

Chuck!

All the soldiers of the Tail Army bow.

Distracted and energetic.

Polite and courteous attitude.

Roan smiles faintly and looks at Iow.

"I'm here to see you. Earl Lancefield."

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