I am the Monarch

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"Madman!"

Baron Harding screams in his voice.

Something unexpected.

"You walked into an enemy camp!"

Disguised as a Straggler and infiltrated an enemy camp.

I admit it was an unpredictable move.

But what's the point of that?

There were only a thousand soldiers brought in by Roan.

By comparison, there were thousands of soldiers stationed within the Harding Legion's camp.

"Hehehe. You're dying!"

Bayro grins in horror and takes his hand to the waist dance.

The nearby commanders, knights, and other officers pulled out their weapons.

A chilly storm rages through the air.

However, Roan's expression was very bold and relaxed.

"I just..."

Travis Chang points to Bayro.

"I'm just here to slit your throat."

Cut off the head, leaving the body and tail alone.

That was how Roan chose it.

Chang!

Travis' spear grows elongated, revealing a sharp blade.

Bayro snorts.

"You don't seem to be seeing things around here."

Dozens of unaccounted for officers surrounding Roan, Tarth and Pale.

Bayro's voice echoed with a controversial expression.

"Cut my throat? Huh! Save your neck!"

The officers of the Harding Legion are closing in on the siege because of the horror of the fall.

Roan glances back at TARS and Pale, smiling.

Together, they were part of Amaranth's army, and they were both first-generation tacticians.

The two look at Roan and nod slightly.

It means I'm ready.

Roan looks back at Baylor.

"Mind my neck? Ridiculous. If you want to cut my throat......."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"At least twice as many officers will be needed."

That's all I had to say.

Roan swings his left foot along the axis and swings his spear.

Pavat!

Shame moves like a dance.

Ka River!

The sound of the iron bells resounded.

Travis' spear strikes the two nearby swords firmly.

"Hehe!"

"Dammit! What power......."

The two officers take a step back, holding hands.

The situation is shivering on the black floor I was holding.

Tarth and Pale plummet to the ground as if they were waiting.

After fishing the sword, the two of them move like dancing.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

The sword strikes and sparks.

The officers of the Harding Force, who were maintaining a fishing net, react in a surprised manner.

"Dammit! Attack!"

"Kill him!"

Dozens versus three.

It was definitely a disadvantage.

"Roan Tail. You are so arrogant. You have so many knights and officers......."

When Baylor said so.

Idiot!

A sharp wave struck my ear.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The officers of the Harding Forces, including Baylor, followed the sound.

Dozens of arrows fly from outside the camp.

An arrow from a group of stragglers who came into the camp with Roan.

You did what you planned, too.

"Move!"

"Shields up!"

"Angry!"

"Fire in the hole!"

The Unsullied shout loudly and flock to the side of Bayro.

But the arrows fly to the wrong place, not them.

Puebuck! Puebuck!

Arrows rain down on the barracks surrounding the center of the camp.

"Kuhahaha! You're a lousy archer!"

Behind the shield, Baylor snorts.

Instead, Roan shakes his head, smiling.

"You're welcome. You were remarkably good. I fell right where I wanted to."

A flame rises from the distance of the arrow, terrifying to the end.

However, the fire was not a great threat, merely by burning the barracks around it.

Bayro ridicules again with a big smile.

"Hehe. Were you planning on using the pyramid? You fell where you wanted? But you won't see much of an effect like this."

At that, Roan smiles faintly and raises his left hand.

Tarth and Pale stand back with a short ordinance, as if they had waited.

Roan runs the Flamdor Mana method with his spear crossed.

Manahall's firearms begin to boil like lava.

"Bayro Harding."

Low but powerful voice.

I had a smile on my mouth.

"I had no intention of using a pyramid in the first place."

Blame!

Roan's new brother is shot out in front.

A quick gesture that really reminds me of light.

Bayro snorts as he sees Roan running towards him.

"Hmph! Stop them! Whoever slashes his head will receive a prize along with his promotion!"

At the end of the sentence, the officers of the Harding Legion rush towards Roan.

"Your neck is mine!"

"I'll cut it for you!"

"Die!"

Fireflies.

They were stupid, stupid fireflies who were blind to desire and ambition.

Roan's spear cracks the space.

I repeated the length of the spear to make it longer and shorter.

Thickness is the same.

Squeak, squeak!

Every time, I pierced the chest or neck of the guards.

Boom!

Occasionally, it bounced back and forth with a bang.

"Dammit! Bring it on!"

"Push with the numbers!"

However, even the officers of the Harding Forces did not retreat easily.

They are still blinded by desire and ambition.

Dozens of them rushed towards Roan.

Beiro, who was standing far back, saw that and burst the photon.

"Kuhahaha! You look great!"

The laughter was powerful.

It's a life-threatening situation.

But he didn't lose his breath.

He stares at the flames that had swallowed up all the surrounding barracks with a bold look.

'It's warm.'

Thanks to Brandt's ring, I can't feel any more firearms.

But the Mana in her body flutters as if it were going to explode right away.

Roan loosens the weapon that was trying to calm him down using the Flamdor Mana technique.

He smiles coldly as he looks at the dozens of unarmed men who are attacking him.

Pa!

Suddenly, an explosive force erupts from your body.

No, it wasn't strength, it was a great weapon.

The roaring flames of the surrounding barracks rush outward for a moment.

But wait a minute.

The fires that were pushed away spread out toward Roan, raising his weight even more.

"Ow!"

"Evade!"

"Boo, it's fire!"

The officers of the Harding Legion fled to the four winds of the overwhelming heat that felt like their backs.

Heat that looks like it's really going to fry.

There was only one person left in a massive fire storm.

Roan.

He glances at the officers of Baylor and Harding Corps with his black Travis spear.

The raging flame burns round as if it were protecting Roan.

"Bayro Harding. Why am I......."

Blame!

Roan makes his move.

The fire moved with him.

You hear Roan's blatant voice in a massive fire storm.

"I'll show you if they're called Red Ghosts."

* * *

"Tell her I'll do as she says."

"Yes, I understand."

The courier looks down and leaves the barracks.

I felt like I was waiting for him to leave.

"I knew this would happen. I can't believe you handed the erl over to Roan Tail!"

"Oh, man. I can't believe you gave me my title, not even my territory."

"What's more shocking is Prince Column. What the hell were they thinking authorizing the transfer of territory and title?"

Those who raise their voices against each other were the nobles and widows who followed Cali Orwells.

Earl Jonathan Chase sent a messenger just outside the barracks.

He also delivered a letter detailing Jonathan's orders after a trifle of news from the king in Mill.

"Dammit. Once this happens, we must make Lancefield ours." "

"No, let's take over the Baron Tail like Earl Chase wrote."

"Yes! I'd like that!"

My voice became louder and louder because of the excitement.

Then.

"Be quiet."

A loud noise fills the barracks.

"Hmmm."

For a moment, people keep their mouths shut and turn their heads to the top.

A man frowning with a letter from Jonathan in one hand.

Cali Orwells.

'This is how it ends.'

He smiles bitterly.

I was not angry to hear that Io Lancefield handed over his territory and title to Roan.

Rather, he felt a little joyful that his feelings were right.

Cali smiles faintly at the nobles and the nobles.

"As Earl Chester asks, send some of the Territorial Army west."

He chose the word "please" instead of "command."

"Yes, I understand."

The ministers of justice answered in a loud voice.

It was a move to target the Tail Army.

At that time, the Magic Master, Tyrone Beth, said with a slightly distasteful expression.

"Earl Chase's orders, no, they're too one-sided. We are not Earl Chase's pretenses yet."

Some nobles and noblemen nod.

Cali smiles faintly and replies.

"Let's leave it alone for a while."

After this territory was concluded, Jonathan and I had to settle again.

'You think you're sitting on my head.'

Ridiculous and hasty judgment.

Behind him lies Duke Bradley Webster.

'Wait a little longer. Soon I'll be riding on your head.'

His ambition was much greater than I expected.

"Then, let's do our best to fulfill our mission."

Sounds to announce the end of the meeting.

Then.

"Hey, by the way..."

One of the commanders expressions cautiously.

"What are you going to do about Confucius Walter?"

Walter Orwells.

The fiancée of Mary Tate, Cali's eldest son and daughter of Eastern Army commander Aaron Tate.

He was a graduate of Faver Academy of Knights and had a face to face with Roan.

Jonathan frowns slightly.

"Is he still stubborn?"

"That's right."

The commander nods, smiling awkwardly.

Cali's face was irritated by the relaxation of her attendants.

"Fool. It's all because of whom......."

He kicks his tongue and shakes his head for a while.

"Bring him in for a little ambush."

Walter will change his mind, too, if you bring him in and tell him what he wants.

"Yes, I understand."

First, the commander steps back, his head bowing.

Cali shakes her hand, looking at him.

Soon all the nobles and widows left the barracks.

Cali breathes out a long sigh with her eyes closed.

"Fool. You're acting like you don't even know the meaning of your father."

He thought he was being a little rebellious.

Cali was a brilliant knight and a talented armored man, but a very ignorant father about his only child.

He didn't know his son, Cali, but he didn't know too much.

* * *

"A monster, a monster."

Soldiers from the Harding Legion were gathering to see a huge fire.

They can no longer move around the center of the camp.

Everyone swallowed dry water with a half-dazzled look.

Where the soldiers can see us.

There was a round red flame.

"Boo, it's a red ghost."

"It's a red ghost."

There's chatter everywhere.

Red flame.

There was a man standing inside.

A man with a black Travian spear and a burst of force.

It was Roan.

There are dozens of charred corpses all around him.

The officers of the Harding Legion who fought against Roan because they were captivated by desire and ambition.

Only one of them survived.

Bayro Harding.

"Ugh. No way."

He shakes his head, trembling all over.

I can't believe what just happened in front of me.

"Is this the red ghost I've been hearing so much about? '

I've heard rumors that Roan has been great in the war against the Estelle Kingdom.

Especially during the last chase, the elixir gave birth to the nickname Red Ghost.

'I didn't believe it because the rumors were so senseless.......'

Rumor has it that her hair and body turned red while handling the flames like a paw.

'Your hair and body hasn't turned red, but it's true that you treat fire like a paw.'

Bayro swallowed a dry saliva.

I thought I wanted to run away among the soldiers, but my legs wouldn't listen.

After being completely depressed by Roan's strength, both legs harden.

His eyes quickly return.

'Yi, you must live for now.'

Bayro smiled awkwardly.

I reached out my hands as if I didn't want to fight.

"Te, Baron Tail. I think I made a mistake......."

When the horse goes on like that.

Roan's right hand moves slowly.

Travis' spear, which was facing the ground, slowly cracks open the space.

Pa!

The circular flame moves roughly through the window.

"Huff!"

Baylor tries to get out of the way as she sees a flame flying towards her.

However, the stiff legs did not move.

Spot!

At the same time, the windshield and flame hit Bayro's neck.

"Glug."

Bayro opens his eyes with the sound of blood boiling.

He slumps forward, unable to take his last breath.

Bang!

With a dull sound, my head barely sticks together and rolls to the ground.

Roan looks at him and mutters in a small voice.

"I told you, I'm here to cut your head off."

Suddenly, things are noisy around me.

"Ugh!"

"Senior commander!"

"Baron Harding!"

Some of the soldiers draw their swords, fearless.

After a deep breath, Roan pulls the Flamdor Mana to its limit.

Moment.

Paaaahhhh!

There was an enormous storm around him.

At the same time, a round flame explodes from all sides.

"Ow!"

"Move!"

As they narrow their siege, the Harding Troops scream and fall to the ground.

The heat and flames soon disappeared.

Shhh.

A warm westerly breeze blows through the barren camp.

The only one standing on two legs was Roan.

All the soldiers of the Harding Legion lie flat on the ground.

It was to avoid the flames, but it seemed to me that you were bowing down to Roan.

Roan stands tall and stares at the soldiers.

There was no creepy living or intimidating beating.

But the soldiers couldn't get up.

Overwhelming force.

Luxury emanates from soft eyes and bold expressions.

They were completely subdued by Roan.

'That's what I thought.'

Roan smiled deeply.

A strategy disguised as a Straggler of the Cafe Corps and infiltrated the Harding Corps Faction.

'It was Ian's strategy and Fields' strategy. '

Austin, Harrison, Chris and Baylor.

They'd all think it was a ruse.

The strategy, however, was the nearest to formal law.

It was not trickery or tactics, but force itself.

'Overwhelming force to subdue the enemy.'

The most basic and primitive way to fight.

In fact, Roan has been victorious through strategies such as ambushes and ambushes, based on information.

Occasionally, I cut the head of the enemy through a duel, but I rarely show off my strength.

At first, there was a question as to whether the rumors of Roan's power and the Red Ghost were exaggerated.

Roan used this strategy to uncover such questions and increase his presence.

'I don't just have strategies, tactics, and powerful soldiers.'

Before that, it will once again be known that Roan himself is a possessor of immense power.

Tail Squad.

Armies of Amaranth.

Roan Tail will be gathered before the impeachment that echoes through the Kingdom of Rhine.

Not as a nobleman of the commoners, an emerging hero, but as a stronger and more fearsome weapon and red ghost than anyone else.

Roan closes his eyes quietly.

You can smell the battlefield from your nose.

Having fun like that.

[Ugh. Don't pretend to be cool. It's killing me!]

You hear a sharp voice.

It was Kinis.

[What if I'm right next to you and you blow up the firearm like that!]

Not a gag, a gag.

Roan closes his eyes and smiles beautifully.

I saw Kinis in front of me.

"Huh?"

Roan looks a little surprised.

"You......."

Why?

Kinis frowned, putting his hands on his waist.

Roan turns his head slightly and gives you a curious look.

"You've changed."

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