I am the Monarch

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It was completely unexpected.

"Roan Tail. I can't believe you came to me......."

Column lines looks directly into Roan's eyes, sitting across from him.

Roan smiles faintly and raises his cup of tea.

"That's a good move."

"Enough nonsense. Why did you come to see me?"

The column was awkward for Roan.

No, it was offensive, irritating and angry.

"If it wasn't for this guy….."

It must have been him that was ahead of the throne competition by now.

Of course, emotions couldn't have been good.

Roan replied, placing a cup of tea on the edge of the column.

"I came to talk to you about something."

"To me?"

The column frowned.

"Yes."

Roan nods and pulls out a small paper bag from his chest.

A heavy looking envelope.

"What's that?"

On a day-filled question, Roan took out dozens of letters in an envelope.

At that moment, the column's face distorted nicely.

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

Dozens of letters.

It was a very secret and ugly letter that the column exchanged with Elton Court, Reytas Persian.

It outlines the attempt on Simon's life with Elton and the attempt on Reytas' life with Roan.

My fingertips were trembling.

'Yes, I knew this day would come…..'

In fact, I've been wondering.

When I saw Roan's march, I was sure that he and Elton and Reytas had the letters handed over.

Nevertheless, nothing happened, such as exposures, threats, solicitations, and spills.

I thought it was Roan's disposition, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

'When these letters are made public.......'

When I thought about it.

Roan asks the same question as if he had read the column's thoughts.

"What do you think will happen if those letters are made public?"

The column did not answer.

No, I couldn't.

Roan smiled and said something behind his back.

"It's not going to end up being pushed out of the throne competition. If it turns out that Prince Column was behind the rebellion in Elton Court, you will be severely punished. You'll get a minimum bail."

It was true.

I admired the struggle and the struggle in the name of succession competition, but the story is different if royal blood is shed.

That's why Simon Lines, who is currently forming the largest force, couldn't hack Tommy and his column.

Under these circumstances, if Column were to discover that he was attempting to assassinate Simon, he could be at least a parolee, in extreme cases imprisoned or deported abroad.

"Are you threatening me?"

The column stared at Roan with the burning eyes of an eagle.

Roan shakes his head.

"I want to negotiate, not threaten."

"Negotiate?"

The column frowned in unexpected words.

Roan nods, smiling faintly.

"Yes, do me a favor. If you do me a favor, I'll get rid of these letters."

"Please....... what kind of favor?"

The column was discreet.

Roan replied with a bold expression.

"Well, I don't know about that yet. I'll let you know when I have something to ask you."

The plot to assassinate Simon in Column was not a small one.

I couldn't use it impulsively.

"I'm not asking you to do anything nonsense, or to have blood on your hands."

"Mmmm…"

The column spilled low saliva.

When I felt like it, I wanted to get up and slap one of my cheeks.

But now he stands thoroughly in the position of the underdog, or the loser.

I had no strength, no reason to refuse or resist.

However, the last strand of pride shook.

"I could attack you right now and take those letters."

At that, Roan smiles faintly.

"Do you really think that's possible?"

Very fair and affordable attitude.

In a way, it was a very arrogant remark.

However, the column did not refute the intention.

'If we attack with knights, we can kill them enough…..'

There will be unnecessary commotion, and the king will be distracted by Mills' gaze.

An unfortunate situation for the column.

He sighs and stares at Roan.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to disclose that letter? Then I'll be out of the race for succession, and Tommy won't be any match for Simon if I don't. Once the letter is out, Simon will be appointed to Grand Duke Grain after the royal succession is over."

Sounds like a gunshot.

If he was going to play with himself, he would rather disclose his letter.

Roan shakes his head, smiling faintly.

"I don't know. Maybe I..."

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

"Maybe they want it to be complicated."

"Hmm? You want it to be complicated? What's that supposed to mean?"

The column frowned.

"Don't you want Simon to go up to Grand Duke Grain?"

At that, Roan shakes his head.

"I never said that. Anyway, the important thing is......."

He waves his letters slightly.

"This is my negotiation with Prince Column."

Scared to the end, the column snorted.

"Huh. Can you call this a negotiation?"

"Well, that's what I think."

After answering lightly, Roan looked directly into the columns' eyes.

The column nodded rather than looking at it quietly.

"I can't help it. I don't have a choice. First, I have to do what you want. But......."

His eyes widen.

"How can I trust you? Will you be able to get rid of that letter? From your point of view, that letter would be like a universal key."

As long as I had it, I could control myself in the future.

'Of course, I don't intend to keep playing with that nonsense.......'

The column clenched its fist.

"Rats biting cats at a crossroads. '

If Roan continues to threaten himself with the letter as a weapon, he has no choice but to react.

'It would be the same to be thrown out of the throne competition.'

My whole body trembled with a surge of anger.

"I know Prince Column isn't always the kind of man to wield things his way. Just once, just once."

Roan knew how to handle the column.

He looked directly into the column's eyes.

"I don't think the prince trusts me. I've come up with a way."

"What's that?"

The column narrowed its eyes.

Roan replied with a bold voice.

"Storage of extinction."

"The Vault of Destruction? You're talking about Delereum magic."

Delereum magic.

It was triggered when certain conditions were met and was primarily used to store documents or items for a certain period of time.

With a nod, Roan pulls out of the small suitcase only two palms of his hand.

"A vault of extinction with Delereum magic. I'll leave your letters here."

His voice was still bold.

"I will set a deadline of one year. Whether I ask for it or not, the letters in the locker will self-destruct after a year."

Roan continued to speak in the back.

"In a year's time, if I ask a favor of you, and the prince does it for you, I will give you the key to this locker."

The key was not important.

After a year, the letter will disappear anyway.

"The prince can keep the discernment."

"Hmm."

The column spilled low saliva.

It was too good a condition than I thought.

"Leave it to me? Then I'll destroy it right now."

Roan nods as if he didn't care.

"It doesn't matter. However, after the locker's magic has been activated, it can be magically teleported by itself if it is carelessly touched or shocked. They're going to the place that I designated."

"You've got some balls."

The column frowned.

'Anyway, it's not such a bad offer.'

I couldn't trust Roan, but I could trust the vault of extinction.

There was just one thing I didn't understand.

'Even if I do not wield them as I please, they are clearly like winning cards. Why does it make it so difficult to use the vault of extinction?'

The column's eyes were silent.

"Does he really not want Simon to be the next king? '

In that case.

"Who is his next great king?" '

The column continued to answer letters.

"Is it me? Is that why you owe me? '

If so, it was a very wrong idea.

'I hate him more than I thank him.'

This made me feel even more empowered.

On the day the locker letter disappeared, the column was going to push Roan with all its capabilities.

Then.

"Then, I'll put it in the vault of extinction."

Roan put the ugly letters in the locker and triggered the magic.

A bright light appeared throughout the locker.

"I'll leave the locker here."

Roan opened a large desk drawer on the column and put a locker inside.

The light disappears, as if waiting.

"From now on, don't mess with me. It's going to be a teleport in that moment."

"I know."

The column frowned and replied.

At that time, there was an idea that struck the brain.

The Vault of Destruction itself is a very precious object, and you have a teleport spell on it? '

I needed at least the skill of a Royal Wizard to make something like that.

The column's face became stiff.

"Where did he get something like that? '

The Royal Wizard of the current Rhine Kingdom was sitting on a horse tower and focused on his research.

The column and Simon and Tommy and no one else could find him.

'Then I don't think he's our royal wizard....... Ah!'

Suddenly, a flash flashed in my head.

Roan has a vault of extinction, a place where he can get a vault with teleport magic.

The Persian Empire! '

The column opened its eyes.

"This guy......."

It got complicated in my head.

'I didn't do this impulsively. At least he's been planning this since the Persian Empire. That means.......'

It means that you have some contours to ask yourself.

'That's not a good request.'

My mouth was bitter.

"I'll be going now."

He carefully closes the desk drawer and bows his head.

Still relaxed and bold.

He stood at the entrance of the reception hall and looked at the column.

"On the day I ask you, a little bird will knock on your window."

The column didn't say anything.

Roan says hello again and then hides himself.

This was the end of last winter's secret meeting.

'And just yesterday, a little bird knocked on my window.'

A short letter from a bird.

"to approve the transfer of title and territory of the Earl. '

The column listened to Roan's request for threats, not negotiations.

"Prince! Why on earth..."

"It's like giving the baron a wing!"

"Prince Column!"

The nobles' outcropping struck me in the ear.

However, the column showed no response.

Earl Iolansfil's intentions were so easily fulfilled in his own words of approval.

The battle is very noisy.

"Simon, you'd better watch your back, too. He's a lot more loyal than you think. '

Column looks at Simon once and moves on.

"Column!"

Tommy Rhys called the column late.

However, the column rushed out of the battle.

He soon rode his wagon to his mansion.

'It's all over now.'

Complex expression.

A mix of anger and annoyance, tenderness and relief.

"How do I get the key, by the way?"

After one year, the letters in the locker will disappear.

However, since you did what Roan asked, you should have received the key to the locker, as promised.

"Will he come himself? '

I remembered Roan's face before my eyes.

Rrrrgh.

Instinctively split my teeth.

'I will repay you for this humiliation today.'

Vengeance burns.

Meanwhile, the wagon arrived at the mansion.

"Who came to see me?"

I asked the butler a flying question.

The butler shakes his head in a bewildered tone.

"None."

The butler replied in a bewildered manner.

"Nothing?"

The column rushes to the reception room after defeating the followers.

Are you going to break your promise? '

The reception hall was empty.

The stench of bitterness pierces my nose.

At that moment.

"Huh?"

The column's eyes widened.

A clean, tidy desk.

Above it is a strange key.

A crude key that glows in copper.

"No way......."

The column carefully opens the drawer containing the locker with the key in it.

He looks a little nervous and sticks the key in the hole he keeps.

Huff.

The locker was opened with a pleasant sound of iron.

A flash flashed throughout the locker.

At the same time, the faint Mana flow disappears.

The Wizard's Banishment.

The column opened the lid of the locker while biting the lower lip tightly.

I saw the letters that bound me.

"Grrrgh!"

The column tore the letters, forcibly devouring the blasphemy to the throat.

It was the moment when the chains that bound him disappeared.

"Huff. Huff. Phew."

A violent breath gushes out.

The column rests the key in your hand on the desk.

"Anybody out there!"

The frostbitten force extends out.

Immediately, the door to the reception hall opened and a escort knight appeared.

"No one's been in or out of here?"

When asked, the knight bowed his head.

"Yes, there was no one."

"There was no one?"

"Yes, there was no one. No maids or servants have come in or out since Prince Charming's order last winter. I and many other knights were guarding it without a leak."

A confident voice.

The column sighed for a short time as it looked at the article.

"No water leakage......."

It was amazing.

The column hit the desk.

Boom!

The sound rang out.

Roan!

The fury boils.

'This is the real start!'

The cold light was hidden in my eyes.

"I must twist your limbs! '

It was a declaration of propaganda coming down alone.

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