I am the Monarch

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The westerly wind blew.

A desolate battlefield that is dealt with before and after.

There, Roan and Chris are facing each other.

< I intend to be a monarch. >

The weight of Roan's words is enormous.

No, it was really shocking.

This was a far worse betrayal than the rebellion of Elton Court.

But not only did Roan bring it up, but also Chris, who heard it, was very bold and confident.

There was a silence between the two of them, but it was never an awkward and suffocating silence.

After a while.

Chris's mouth went up gently.

"You might not believe it, but I felt like it."

Soft voice.

His expression was very peaceful.

Rather, it was Roan who was surprised.

"That's what you thought?"

Chris nods, asking questions again.

"Yes, I thought so. No, actually, I hope so."

I felt a slight tremor in my voice.

"You wanted me to be a monarch?"

Roan asked in a small voice.

Chris nods, smiling faintly.

"Yes. The lord has a special feeling, somewhere. There's something you can't say. This person is something different, something different from the others. That feeling."

"That's why you wanted me to be a monarch?"

Roan once again asks.

Chris shakes his head.

"No, not just for that reason. At first, I wanted to put one of the three princes on the next throne for the sake of the Lord. It didn't matter if it was Prince Simon or Prince Tommy or Prince Column or anyone who had the qualifications of a king. I was just going to follow the Lord's will. But......."

I smiled bitterly.

"Prince Tommy wasn't a very nice man after all, knowing the circumstances of the palace. He was greedy, cunning and more urgent to fulfill his own desires than the kingdom."

Roan nods slowly.

In fact, Tommy did all kinds of damage in his last life because he was obsessed with ugly desires as the succession competition intensified.

The people of the kingdom, of course, were seized by the nobles in one body.

Chris continued.

"So is Prince Column. You are more important to yourself than the kingdom and the people of the kingdom. He was a stranger there, and most of all, he tried to kill the Lord himself. The worst part is that you're emotionally overwhelmed. who, of course, is much better than Prince Tommy in many ways."

This was also true.

The last column in life was the next great king after winning the throne competition.

He was a so-so king, not great, but as discerning and inclusive as he could be of many talents.

The problem is that emotional distress is so severe.

It was different from Simon's hypertensive nature.

In other words, it was small enough to be narrow.

If you cancel what you were allowed to do at lunch in the morning because you weren't feeling well, there was also the task of letting the commander of the National Guard down because he seemed to ignore himself.

After a day, of course, I quickly recovered the commander of the General I had demoted.

Pills and Ian, who were both axes of the Rhine Kingdom, settled down such columns and led the country well.

Once you continue to squawk and feel good, you rarely put a flag on it.

However, the nature of such columns made the flatterers overwhelmed.

In fact, this problem is still happening.

It was because of the nature of these columns that Roan did not yet know, but found the key to the vault of extinction in his reception room, that columns exploded uncontrollably, or that people like Earl Jonathan Chase, who officially rebelled against Tommy's nearest friend, Elton Court, were surrounded.

"Prince Simon is one of the most talented people in the world, except for his temperamental personality. They are also very supportive of the Lord. There were also a lot of great people around, so they seemed more likely to be great kings if they served well. Moreover, the Lord was also known as Prince Simon's supporter. I wanted the Lord to be Prince Simon's best friend and enjoy the glory. But......."

It was past fall and winter.

Chris changed his mind completely.

"The thought completely changed during the Post-caine Monster Punitive Battle."

Post-caine monster subjugation.

It's called the phosphine exodus.

Roan quickly realizes what Chris is saying.

'That's why I'm away from Prince Simon, too.'

Events where relationships have changed.

Roan sighs for a moment.

"At the end of the Punitive Battle, I told Prince Simon that monsters would appear five times more frequently than usual, so let's not be alarmed."

It was about Final Exodus.

Chris got the last word.

"At the same time, I asked Prince Tommy and Prince Column to send a messenger to be ready. Prince Simon said it would be pleasant….."

"After pretending to send a messenger to me, He actually confiscated the information."

Roan frowns.

I remembered the agony of that moment again.

This brutal selection of Simon who wanted to move forward in the succession race has devastated both west and south of Lake Foucane.

Tommy and Column barely made it home with some knights, but the kingdoms near the lake were devastated as their punitive force collapsed.

It was all Simon's choice.

Neither does Roan, nor Chris.

'That's when the change of heart began.'

'From then on, I wished that the lord, not the three princes, would become the monarch.'

Those who did not know the circumstances of the mind saw that Roan's actions were treacherous and evident.

Nevertheless, he had to make a decision.

'I know the world will be a mess, but I can't ignore it.'

He clenches his fist.

There was an uproar.

Roan looks Chris straight in the eyes.

"Chris, for the first time, I have told you what I really am. Whatever decision you make, I will respect it. If you want to leave my side, look quietly......."

When the horse goes on like that.

Chris shakes his head with a bright smile.

"I'm not leaving. I thought you said you wanted me to. I......."

He looks directly into Roan's eyes.

My eyes were hot.

"I will always be with the Lord."

Silence.

The silence settles once more.

Likewise, it was not an awkward and suffocating silence.

Deep time to check each other's hearts.

Roan bows slightly.

"I look forward to it."

"Please take good care of me."

Chris also bowed his head with a smile.

At that moment, Austin's voice was heard from a distance.

"My lord! We are ready!"

Ready for the next battle.

Roan nods slowly and looks at the battlefield.

Chris looked at Austin and asked carefully.

"I'm marching east in a series of battles......."

A somewhat alarming voice.

Roan counts his thoughts.

"Are you worried about the west rear?"

Chris nods slowly.

"Yes. With the help of Agents, Tenebrae and Druids, we have been working on a sneak attack and ambush operation, knowing where the enemy is and where they are moving." It turns out we've left behind a large and small army in the rear western region....... "

"Earl Chase is to the west, and there is a problem that we can resupply at any time."

"That's right. There's always the risk of a rear assault." "

Chris looks worried.

On the other hand, Roan was very relaxed.

"You seem to have forgotten about it for a while because you're so busy......."

He smiles strangely toward the west.

"I have the best sword in the kingdom."

"Ah......."

Chris burst a low elasticity.

As Roan said, I forgot for a moment.

There were troops heading west separately at the beginning of the Battle of Lake Foucane.

Roan looks at Chris and nods slowly.

"Yes. To the west......."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"Brian Miles, the greatest sword in the kingdom, has begun to move."

* * *

"This is ridiculous!"

The angry voice strikes me in the ear.

A huge barracks with five commanders.

The youngest of them burst into fury with a face reddened.

Other people also did not talk loudly, but were furious in many ways.

"That's right. I had no idea Prince Column would do this."

"This is treason. Betrayal."

The annoying voices tangled together.

Their gaze naturally turned to the top.

A middle-aged man in fancy armor.

He was Earl Jonathan Chase of the Territory War with Cali Orwells.

Jonathan grips his teeth, looking at the letter on the table.

The letter came from the king himself.

It lists the transfer of Io Lancefield's estate and title to Roan.

It also said that the column approved the transfer.

"I think I made a fool of Roan Tail."

Jonathan shakes his head with a bloody smile.

The noisy commanders open their eyes as if it were a sound.

Jonathan lets out a short sigh.

"Did Prince Column approve the transfer of lands and titles for no reason? Roan Tail, he must have done something. Heheheh. He can wield the Prince of the Kingdom all he wants....... Interesting."

He closes his eyes with the creature.

"Hm, are you okay?"

The commanders examined Jonathan.

He is very annoyed if things don't go his way.

But this time, I didn't feel any worse than I thought.

"If the plates are twisted and shaken, it's enough to squeeze again. Plus….."

Jonathan smiles horribly, his eyes closed.

"Roan Tail was also the one to take care of someday."

Rather, I was going to take this opportunity to bring him down.

"Send someone to the mercenary guild at Mediacis Castle. It's time for them to start moving."

For a long time, I planted spies in the Tail Baron for this very moment.

The time has come to push them both in and out at the same time.

It was a different development than I thought, but I drew a much more satisfying development than I thought.

"Send a man to the erl. We'll need reinforcements."

At that point, several commanders smiled.

"You're going after the back of Roan Tail?"

Jonathan nods quietly instead of answering.

He closed his eyes again.

'Roan Tail.'

I thought of that thunder-naked guy in my head.

"A humble man will ascend to the Earl of the Kingdom?" Hmph! "

Nonsense.

'I can't just stand by and watch like that.'

I had a terrifying smile on my mouth.

'Erl Lancefield and Baron Tail....... Hehehe. More than twice as many territories.'

I felt a rush in my shoulder.

If things go according to plan, he will have the power to rival the Duke of the Realm.

'The days of the House of Chase will surely come.'

Suddenly, a powerful aura gushed out from my body.

Irresistible excitement.

Jonathan had already drawn a glorious future after victory.

It was a very rash and foolish act.

* * *

The Tellan region in the Midwest of the Lansfield Territory.

It was a flat terrain with no place to hide or ambush in which the hills and fields touched each other.

Earl Chase's ambush and ambush in the Tail Army centered on the western hemisphere began to set up camp in the open field.

This was also one of the places in Tellan.

Earl Chase's camp is situated right here in the Harding Squad, which serves as a command post for various units.

"You said the west is in chaos."

"Well, the commotion isn't usually a commotion. The Tail Army has destroyed four rear troops."

"Looks like we didn't even catch the tail of the Tail Army."

Guards on guard duty at the entrance to the camp chatter.

They were obsessed with the story of the Roan and Tail Corps.

"But you were told not to intervene in the territory unless you were a party."

"You know what? Baron Tail may be an emerging hero, but disobeying the royal order will be a big problem."

They still don't know that Roan has been transferred to Io's territory and title.

"Anyway, I'm a great buyer in many ways."

"That's right. Ordinary folk like us are the ears of kingdoms….."

That's when the word of the Guardian came out.

"Huh?!"

"Look!"

The other guards scream, pointing west.

Whitening of dirt.

Two or two!

Soon I heard the hoof.

"Enemies?! Or allies?!"

One of the guards asked nervously.

One of them, the captain yells.

"Ring the bell first!"

The bell of the watchtower rattles with fear of falling horses.

Ding, ding! Ding, ding! Ding!

The peace of the camp is broken.

Soldiers protrude from the barracks.

The commanders rushed to the Burinake fence.

"What the hell!"

The Serum Commander in charge of the faction's defenses pounces.

The guards pointed west instead of answering.

Two or two!

The hoofbeats become more noisy.

A group of horsemen.

They suddenly get close to the camp.

"Ah!"

Immediately, the serum burst into low elasticity.

"Cafe Squad! Flag of the Cafe Corps!"

As the troops get closer, you can clearly see the flag rising to the front.

The cavalry's armor also belonged to Earl Chase.

"Feed! Feed!"

One of the cavalry screams loudly.

"Destroy the Cafe Squad! You were destroyed by a surprise attack from the Tail Army!"

It was a report I never wanted to hear.

Serum stands at the watchtower and gazes at the Stragglers of the Cafe Corps.

Every one of them is a mess.

'Dammit! Even the cafe troops were defeated!'

The serum clenched its teeth once and raised its right hand.

"Open the Faction Door! Heal the wounded!"

"Commander, it could be an enemy spy."

A soldier raises his opinion in a small voice.

The serum soon snorted.

"Less than a thousand troops, I'd say. We are an army of thousands. It doesn't matter."

Confident voice.

"Hmm. Still…"

The soldier hesitated.

The serum frowned.

"Shut up! Get out of here, coward! Open the door!"

"Yes! I understand!"

The other soldiers answer in a loud voice and move quickly.

Soon, a tightly closed faction gate opened.

The Stragglers of the Cafe Corps have moved to a clearing outside the camp to heal their injuries.

"Who is the commander?"

The serum rushed down from the watchtower.

Two cavalry men come forward, along with the man who shouted earlier.

You can see the weary eyes behind the helmet pressed down.

"I'm Deputy TARS, Maion Unit of the Cafe Corps."

"Deputy Henry."

"Deputy Faile."

The serum frowned.

"Deputy Mayor? You're commanders, Captain Donald Cafe? What happened to the other battalion commanders or army deputies?"

TARS replied quickly.

"Captain Cafe lost his life in Baron Tail's spear. The commanders of other units and their deputies also died during the battle. We were the only ones who were lucky enough to survive and escape."

"Hmm."

The serum was sobbing in a brutal report.

"Can you report on the combat situation and progress?"

"Of course."

TARS nods quickly.

"Fine. Then three men follow me."

The serum has made its way inside the camp.

Of course, before that, I had to collect the weapons I was using separately.

TARS, Henry and Pale face each other once and then quickly chase after them.

"Looks like they got the cafe squad, too."

"This is really bad."

"Isn't the Tail Army coming soon?"

"Aye. They have few troops, so they can only ambush or ambush. A faction like this will never attack."

"Well, that's true."

Soldiers pour out of the barracks, grumbling at the stragglers.

Meanwhile, Serum and the Stragglers arrive at the battalion commander's barracks in the center of the camp.

"What's going on?"

Baron Harding frowns as Captain Bay, who was already outside the barracks.

The serum quickly approached and bowed its head.

"These are the Stragglers of the Cafe Army. The Tail Army was wiped out by a surprise attack."

"What!"

Bayro screams with his eyes wide open.

The Cafe Corps made it temporary, but it was quite a large corps.

The size of the four forces defeated by the Tail Army was different.

"Tell me more."

Bayro approaches the Stragglers and asks in a stern voice.

TARS speaks on behalf of the Stragglers.

"Yes, I'll tell you more."

After taking a breather, he details the battle between the Tail Army and the Cafe Force.

"Our cafe troops were building a camp in the secret interior of the western hills. No matter how haunted the tail corps was, it was nowhere to be found. However, the Tail Army caught up with them on their way back to the camp while patrolling the area. We didn't even know that….."

A strange story follows.

It was never about the battle between the Tail Army and the Cafe Force.

But the commanders of the Harding Force, including Baylor, could not have known that.

How long has it been since TARS 'story began to show its end?

"Hmm?"

Bayro frowns without even knowing it.

That guy next to TARS, Henry, came into view.

To be precise, his waist dancing and the thing hanging there made his glabella frown.

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

A voice came out of a shudder.

Serum and several other commanders turned their heads to Bayro's gaze.

Everyone's gaze was on Henry.

A black scepter dangles from your waist, digging into your vision.

"Huh? That's..."

"Really?"

"That's ridiculous."

Something very familiar.

It was so famous that I didn't think I could find it until now.

Bayro frowns.

"Travis spear?"

Roan's Lover Weapon.

How is it hanging on a Straggler's waist?

At that time, Henry slowly took off his helmet.

"You're noticing slower than you think."

A bold, bold voice.

A man's face was revealed when he took off his helmet.

Serum and several other commanders were not recognized, but Bayro, the royal aristocrat, recognized the identity at once.

"You, you!!!"

A big embarrassing voice.

Henry nods, smiling faintly, with his helmet off.

"Yes, I am..."

Your right hand grabs the black pole of your waist.

"It's a Roan Tail."

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