I am the Monarch

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I wasn't even angry.

Rather, the blood in my body cooled cold.

'What's the big deal with these bastards…..'

Cali Orwells glares at the man kneeling before the barracks.

The air around you is cold.

Tyrone Beth and other Orwelis' commanders stare into Cali's eyes, breathless.

"What did you say your name was?"

Kali asks the man on one knee.

The man replied with a slight lift in his head.

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

The man was Simmons, who was guarding the first stronghold of the northern warlord, the Baron Tail.

It was the same commander who opened the road under Roan's thumb.

"Roan Tail is marching to protect Monteria's assets?"

Simmons nods slowly, following Kali's question.

"Yes, I've already reported to Earl Chase, but he's on a mission to protect the estate and has no intention of intervening in any territory."

"What did Earl Chase say?"

The voice subsides.

However, Simmons, who did not recognize this, replied with a bold expression and voice.

"You told me to give the same report to Prince Orwells."

"Is that all?"

Kali asked again and again.

Simmons nods.

"Yes, you said you would receive the following commands:"

"Next order......."

Cali blurs.

He takes a step toward Simmons.

Simmons looks back at Cali as she approaches.

"Yes, Prince Orwells has ordered us to do whatever we want."

Callie smiles faintly and unknowingly.

"That's very kind of you to say. No......."

The end of the sentence was blurred for a moment.

He looks Simmons straight in the eye.

"He said something annoying."

"What the……?"

Simmons asked again without understanding.

Cali takes a deep breath and opens her mouth slowly, not wanting to answer.

"I give the order."

All of a sudden, Simmons looks a little dazed.

"Oh, yeah. Ha, lower your voice."

However, I bowed my head while trying to recover my mind.

Cali glances back at Simmons and says in a cold voice.

"Die."

"Yes?"

Simmons looks up in surprise.

The expression on his face was powerful.

Cali shakes her head as she looks at him.

"No, it's just that I..."

Cold voice.

"I'll kill you."

Chang!

The sword of the waist dance split the space with fear at the end of the horse.

"Huh?!"

Simmons still looks surprised, his eyes wide open.

Tak!

Cali's sword returns to its original position.

Glug.

A red rope follows Simmons' neck.

"Why, why......."

He looks at Cali with unbelievable eyes.

Callie didn't say anything.

He tugs at Simmons' forehead with his fingertips.

Pa!

Immediately, hot blood gushed from the red rope that was drawn along the neck.

Simmons' head is flat against his body and rolls to the ground at the same time.

"Idiot."

Cali kicks the big head with her dirty mouth.

Simmons' head rolls around the floor with a dull sound.

"You had no intention of intervening before the territory? So you just let him go? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Irritated.

Cali kicks Simmons with her foot, her head falling off.

'Earl Chase is cunning, by the way. Lending someone else's hand to cut a fool's head off.'

He finds out why Earl Jonathan Chase sent Simmons to himself at once.

'He's a lot like me.'

He and Jonathan had a lot in common.

'That's why it's even more annoying.'

Cali shakes her head with a bitter smile.

Soon after, he stared at the nearby commanders and began to mourn.

"Stay sharp, everyone."

Storm-like energy erupted from my body.

"We have now risked our lives to make a difference! If things go wrong, they'll all be decapitated!"

A loud voice struck my ear.

"The problem is that Roan Tail is going to Mount Monteria! Lead the troops of Ect and Rabo to Mount Monteria. Capture Roan. No......."

Cali thinks that Roan's word is the same as his intervention in the Territory.

"Kill him. Cut his throat!"

Orders have been issued.

Ecc and Ravo step forward and take the ordinance.

"Yes, I'll take my orders."

They run toward their own troops.

Cali looks at him for a moment and clenches her fist.

"I will send word to Earl Chase. The message is......."

It was a long story.

One of the commanders wrote it down.

After a short while, a messenger riding a horse set off for the north.

Inside was a letter from Cali.

Yuck! Yuck!

Sharp readiness.

A large winged eagle glides gracefully over the messenger's head.

The direction of the eagle was also to the north.

That was an incredible coincidence.

* * *

"For real?"

"Oh, don't lie to me."

A faction on the field.

Inside the fence, several men gather to chat.

They were temporary squadron commanders patrolling the villages behind Earl Chase and controlling the Lansfield colonists.

"I really could have caught Earl Lancefield."

A man who raised his fever with a small voice was a runball.

After encountering Roan, he runs away from his tail and tells a tale.

"We were on the verge of catching him, and that's where we met the Baron Tail. Tsk."

The runbowl tasted like a waste.

One of the men who was listening silently whispered in a small voice.

"If that's true..."

"It's true."

The runball hangs up in a stuffy tone.

The man shakes his hand and nods.

"No, I mean, if that's really true, you should keep your mouth shut."

"Huh?"

The runball opens its eyes wide as if it meant something.

The man who just said it was a cautious expression.

"You just ran away from a situation that could end this territorial war, anyway. If I go into the ears of the nobles for no reason, I might be reprimanded. Plus….."

My voice is getting smaller.

"If the baron of Tails attacks, you'll get a firestorm."

At that, the runball shakes its head with a bloody smile.

"No, that's not going to happen. Baron Tail had no intention of intervening in the territory."

A confident voice.

"Well, that's good, because there are cases."

The man was still filled with worry.

The runball shakes its head with a bright smile.

"It's true. I've seen Baron Tail before. He's never been a dog..."

When the horse goes on like that.

Deng, Deng! Deng, Deng! Deng!

An urgent bell rings from the fence.

Sound of enemy intrusion.

It was an unpleasant sound that I had never heard or heard until now.

"Hey, is that Earl Lancefield?"

"The Guardians are swarming in the northeast."

"The Lansfield colonists?"

The squadron commanders, including the runball, stepped up and prepared for battle.

My face is red.

I've never been in a proper battle since the colonists were all tasked in the rear.

My fingertips were trembling.

Several commanders and soldiers are busy moving around.

You put on your armor first, and then snatched a soldier running from the fence.

"Enemies?"

At the sound of the urgent question, the soldier replies with a polite gesture.

"Yes! Yes!"

The Temporary Squad Leaders rush in frightened at the end of the conversation.

"Who, who are you?"

"Guardian Lancefield?"

"The erl?"

"The colonists?"

Questions were asked.

The soldier shakes his head, swallowing his thirst.

There were no right answers.

"Then who is it?"

The runball asks with a nervous expression.

The soldier replies with a short trembling voice.

"Baron Roan Tail."

Boom.

The heavy silence settles for a moment.

The makeshift squad commanders turn their heads to look at the runball.

The runball shakes its head with a cold look.

"No. Th-that can't be..."

I muttered like a man in a daze.

But the sound I heard in my ears was so clear.

Kwakwang!

The sound of a fence smashing into the camp with a bang.

Then you see a flag rising out of the lead mount.

< Roan tail. >

* * *

'Is this the general's vision.......'

Roan grips his grip.

The battlefield unfolds before my eyes.

The Taoists wearing red armor are tearing apart the enemy camp.

Roan stands in the center of the camp and takes command of all the troops.

The energy and heat of the battlefield are wrapped around your body.

[Roan. Hostile forces approaching from the left.]

Kinnis, who was flying over Roan's head, was looking at the situation on the battlefield, trembled.

Roan lightly reaches out his left hand and sends a beep.

"Captain Thane of the Thousands. Lead the Panthers to the left!"

"Phew!"

Thane drives the enemy away, leading the troops with an answer.

The left side that was loose quickly became thicker.

Boom!

Enemy forces that were aiming for an ambush and Thane's Panthers charged in.

Archers in the rear!]

Kinis once again shouted in a sharp voice.

'Yeah, I saw that.'

After a short answer, Roan raises his right hand.

"Prepare for an arrow strike! Hear Parma!"

Parma was a small shield that was built to complement and complement the small shield developed by the Tail Technology Agency.

At that moment, the Taoist Army and the Tail Army pulled the Parma on their backs and wore it on their left forearms.

Idiot!

Arrows fly from behind the enemy as if they were waiting.

Bubble Bug!

The dull sound hits my ear.

The arrows are tucked tightly into the firmly planted Parma.

Roan throws all the arrows flying around Travis' spear.

"Charge! Charge!"

He bent his torso and kicked the horse's belly.

Before the enemy archers' arrows strike, they intend to completely destroy their camp.

"Protect the lord!"

"Follow the lord!"

The commanders above the commanders shouted.

Tupperware!

The Tail Army soldiers hit the ground after taking out all the arrows in Parma with their weapons.

Charge like a Lightning Stone.

They were not afraid of approaches and wars.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

A flame strikes with the sound of iron.

Squeak, squeak!

Suddenly, an eerie sound followed.

The enemy's throat is slit and the heart pierced.

"Damn it! Stop them!"

"Stop it! Take out the enemy longevity!"

Earl Chase's forces reorganize their lines and strike back.

They stand at the forefront, aiming for Roan himself.

But...

"Knng!"

"Grrrgh!"

Soldiers collapsing with terminals.

Earl Chase's ordinary soldiers were no match for Roan.

Every time Roan swings his spear, three or four soldiers fall dead.

"Damn it! Get out of my way!"

Among Earl Chase's commanders, the highest-ranking Rosie stepped forward with a swearing speech.

He raises his spear high and lunges at Roan.

"Roan Tail! How dare you disobey a royal order and intervene in a territorial war! I, Rosis, cut your throat......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to chat right now."

Roan wields Travis' spear long enough.

The solid spear bends gently, extending even the length of it.

Screaming!

The spear slashes Rosie's throat in one fell swoop.

A false death.

"Hiic!"

"Ahhhh!"

Earl Chase's soldiers are demoralized by the death of their commander.

Even the enthusiasm with the restoration was completely destroyed.

After that, the battle flowed very unilaterally.

No, the battle has always been one-sided.

The unit that stayed behind to patrol was not the enemy of the Tail Army.

"He who surrenders will live. Those who fight under the banner of the Tail Army drop their weapons and surrender!"

Roan's voice echoes through the battlefield.

Some soldiers notice that they soon drop their weapons and run toward the Tail Army and kneel.

Among them, there was a runball.

Temporary enough for one squad leader to surrender.

The strength of the Tail Army was enormous.

However, there were not many who surrendered unexpectedly.

Would they kill us all if we were in a territorial war? '

I guess I'll have to let you go eventually. '

'Queek to be a prisoner.'

An uncomfortable thought.

It was a war between nobles in the same kingdom.

Moreover, there were rumors that Roan was already a good man.

I will not take the lives of soldiers lightly.

That was the idea of Earl Chase's soldiers.

'You guys don't know our lord, but you don't know too much.'

Seeing that, Austin kicked out his tongue.

It was clear that Roan was a good man.

In some ways, it was too fragile and bitter.

But that's the way it usually is with Roan.

Roan on the battlefield was a completely different person.

"Is that all?"

Roan mutters a little as he looks at the soldiers who surrendered.

At the same time, I raised my left hand to send a short beep.

"All who have not surrendered will fall to ruin."

A cold decision.

But it was a choice that I had to make as well as Roan.

'We are outnumbered just by the numbers of troops.'

The same situation as dealing with two erlords.

'I don't have the capacity to manage enemy prisoners.'

It was not a situation I could afford.

But I can't just let you go.

'War is no joke.'

I suddenly remembered Clay's request.

< No prisoners. Be sure to slaughter them. >

Even if it wasn't the proposal, Roan had no intention of leaving behind any misfortune.

"Phew!"

The Tail Army soldiers answered without hesitation.

"Hiic!"

"Go, you mean to kill the same people?"

Earl Chase's soldiers shout in a white voice.

"People of the same kingdom?"

Roan replied with a bold, bold voice.

"On the battlefield......."

He pulls his strings and turns his horse.

"There are only allies and enemies."

A cold, cold voice falls below the floor.

At the same time.

"Ouch!"

Austin, commander of the Three Thousand Seals, has issued an order.

At that moment, the Taoist Army and the Tail Army rushed ahead of the weapon.

Squeak, squeak!

"Ow!"

"Sa, help me!"

"Knng!"

Screams echo through the mountain with a terrifying sound.

Those who surrendered tremble at the sound.

I felt relieved that I had survived at the same time.

Roan mutters in a small voice, feeling a westerly gust.

"This is war."

I didn't want to pretend to be nice.

Kill or die.

A cruel world.

That was the battlefield.

Roan closes his eyes, ignoring the sound of incoming screams.

'Chris and Clay.......'

It reminded me of two people who were busy moving.

Roan made his way to Faver Castle while simultaneously making a lot of progress.

He didn't want to end this war simply by saving Lancefield's territory and its people.

'As long as the things that I have prepared are connected together.......'

Roan has already looked beyond that.

Somehow, the dream objective seemed to be possible now.

'By the way, Earl Lancefield, is it Godfather Lancefield now…….. you must have arrived safely?'

Io Lancefield took on a difficult task on his own and the king also left for Milr.

'He told me to believe only myself, so I just have to believe and wait.'

Roan sighs a short, blurry smile.

The westerly winds blew harder.

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