I am the Monarch

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Troops from the front and rear.

The troops that appeared behind them were the same troops that were chased away by Lane's troops.

On the contrary, the troops that appeared behind Rain troops, at the end of the road, were entirely new troops.

< Defender Lancefield. >

< Favorite Academy Unit. >

There was a familiar name for the rising flag.

Roan smiles faintly.

"A squad of Faver Academy graduates and students. '

He was already familiar with the Lancefield Guards through Agence and Tenebrae.

Defender Lancefield.

The squad set out from a small group of resistance groups organized around some nobles and provincial powers who admire Earl Iolansfield.

Here, graduates and students of the Van Orwells Family and Faver Academy, who escaped from Faver Castle, increasingly form an organized army.

In particular, the joining of graduates and students from the Academy of Knights raised the power that was somewhat behind by more than a few steps.

because most of them were articles, or preliminary articles, learning Manalaw.

In other words, the Faver Academy unit behind Rain Corps was all skillful people, even though they had few troops.

"We're in this together!"

"Charge!"

A loud shout comes from the front and rear.

"Damn it! Don't back down!"

"Attack! Attack!"

The Rain Squad has not retreated, but has set fire to it.

It was a disadvantage to everyone, but they were a people who could never retreat.

The death of Bird of Rust Lane, the commander, also paralyzed their rationality.

Boom!

The battle has begun with a bang.

Soon the war broke out.

Roan and Fizzio take a step back without interfering.

'It makes my hands and feet dizzy for no reason.'

There was no need to create a gap in group combat.

The battle went as expected.

At first, the tremendous attack on Rain troops raised alarm, but the tension on the air bubbles pouring from front to back began to collapse.

"Knng!"

"Huff!"

The Lane Army soldiers collapsed one by one with the Terminal Horse.

Soon after this, the trumpet sounds to announce their retreat when their numbers have reached 500.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Retreat!"

"Fall back west!"

With a loud noise, a few surviving soldiers begin to flee.

In the meantime, I didn't forget to collect Rust's body.

'Good troops.'

It was true enough to leave Pia and become a strong soldier.

The Lancefield guards didn't go after them.

They also suffered heavy losses in previous battles.

Moreover, the western region was the territory of the Chase Corps and the Oels.

I was concerned about being ambushed or ambushed.

"Seize the battlefield!"

A loud voice struck my ear.

Soon after, five young men approached Roan and Picio.

The two foremost of them bowed slightly.

"I'm Ios Laden, commander of the Faber Academy."

"Quals, commander of the Third Guard."

Ios Laden, a graduate of the Faculty of Knights at Faver Academy, was from a local aristocrat in Lancefield.

Quals, on the other hand, was a hunter from Landingham, northeast of Lancefield, a defensive stronghold.

Roan and Fizzio do not speak out.

No, I didn't have time to speak up.

"I saw only two of you stopping Lane's troops, and I thought you were crazy."

Quals shook his tongue with a surprised look.

"But not only did you stop the cavalry from marching, but you beat the infamous Rust Lane bird to death! That was amazing!"

The uproar continued for a while.

He brags as if he were boasting of Roan's performance statue.

"I was so ashamed to see you two confront Lane's troops. So we rearranged our lines again, and we reacted."

That's why the fleeing Third Guard came back.

Then.

"Commander of the Quals. That's all I need to say. More than that….."

Ioth looks at Roan with narrow eyes.

"I wonder what they are. I don't think it's the enemy that stopped Lane's troops….."

However, I could not think of myself as a quick ally.

Ios, who was a little blurry at the end of the sentence, asked in a small, absurd voice.

"What are you?"

Fizzio smiled and replied first.

"I'm Picio."

"Fizzio......."

Ios tilts his head.

I didn't have any memories.

He was also responsible for securing the castle of Mediacis and focused on internal activities rather than external activities, even for Baron Picio Tail.

It was not a well-known name yet.

Ios and Quals' gaze turned to Roan.

Roan grabs the hood with both hands.

"I……"

A bad but powerful voice.

Bloop.

The hood that you pressed deeply slipped behind your back.

I could see a man's face.

Roan smiles faintly and talks behind his back.

"Baron Roan Tail, no......."

The end of the horse is slightly blurred.

But Ios and Quals are already in a state of shock.

The two of them opened their eyes and looked at Roan.

I never thought I'd see Roan in the Landingham area.

The heavy static settled.

At that time, Roan's words broke and continued.

"I am Earl Roan Lancefield."

* * *

Landingham District in the north-eastern corner of Lansfield.

It was a major border area bordering the three kingdoms: the Rhine, Byron and Estelle.

Despite being quite remote, the number of residents and soldiers was much higher than in other areas.

For this reason, when Earl Jonathan Chase's invasion threatened Lancefield's territory, the Resistance at that time was able to rally and break up.

Burt Castle, a Node City in the Landingham area, was not as large as Faver Castle, the archipelago, but as a Node City on the Border, it was walled and stockpiled.

Bert Castle burned down the will to fight and fight even after the onslaught of the Territory.

Now the place is burning even hotter with one piece of news.

"Did you hear that? Baron Tail is coming!"

"Baron Tail is not Baron Tail. This time, you inherited Earl Lancefield's estate and title!"

"Oh! Yes. That's right. A messenger arriving one step ahead must have been spreading that rumor."

News that has brought Bert Castle to light.

The appearance of Roan.

And it was that Roan inherited the title and territory of Io Lansfield.

"Is it true?"

"Of course. Of course. Do you think Earl Roan Lancefield was talking nonsense?"

"Yes. He's not like that. By the way, if this happens......."

Suddenly, people's voices lowered.

They looked around for no reason and said something behind their back.

"What about the Guardians?"

"I know. Everyone says that Earl Lansfield and I stood up to save the land......."

"Actually, you were trying to fix this and get your next permanent job."

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

Of course, this was the idea of the common people.

My voice is getting smaller.

"So what happens to Baron Landingham?"

"I know. Baron Bernard Landingham brought the Resistance and the Guards here......."

Although everyone was resting, there were many opinions that Bernard Landingham would follow after Iolansfield if the territorial war were to be recovered.

Then.

"It's Baron Landingham!"

One of the saints shouted in a loud voice.

Major Lancefield guards, including Bernard, have appeared on the road from the palace at the center of the castle to the western gate.

'Hmm. Everyone's shaking.'

Bernard, the leading middle-aged man in the group, spills low tears.

He struggles to smile as he strokes his long-grown beard.

But my heart was very complicated.

"I can't believe that Roan Tail inherited the territory with the Earl......."

According to the news of the kingdom, Lancefield is isolated in the northeast.

"What about our Lancefield Guards......."

I was worried that those who fought for Earl Io Lancefield and Earl Lancefield would go easy on Roan.

'I.......'

Bernard's mind became more and more complex.

Originally, he was a man without great ambition.

I was talking about being the person closest to the next permanent position, but I had never been so greedy myself.

'I will follow Roan Tail as long as he is qualified to be an Earl.'

It was Io's decision anyway and Io's decision.

Respecting it was also a duty as Earl Lancefield's pretender.

When I thought about it.

"Baron Roan Tail!"

"No, he's the Earl!"

"Anyway! There he is!"

The people of St. Bert tremble.

Everyone's gaze was on the western gate.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

Along with the hoofbeats, Roan and Fizzio step inside the gate.

Roan didn't put pressure on the hood.

A man's face was clearly shown.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Hmm."

A strange reaction mixed with cheer and tears.

Even the common people had different reactions to the Earl of Roan's transfer.

Fortunately, there are still a lot more supportive and cheerful sides.

It was because of the behavior and appearance that Roan usually showed.

If he had behaved arrogantly and publicly after becoming a nobleman, there would have been no cheer like this.

No, Io would never have inherited the land and title in the first place.

Small actions that were not tied to identity were gathered for people to create the current situation.

I got nothing.

I wasn't even lucky.

It was all possible because of Roan's efforts.

Roan takes a slow step off the horse.

After that, a slightly tense expression followed him.

"Somehow I feel......."

It wasn't a good feeling.

It could have been the cheer, the moaning, and the gaze of complicated people.

Fizzio's sixth sense is significantly different from that of a shaman or fortuneteller.

The sixth sense was likely to shake greatly, depending on Picio's situation.

Because the ability of the sixth sense itself was a kind of sensation, it was greatly influenced by Picio's mental state.

In severe cases, depending on Picio's emotional state, the sixth sense itself could not be triggered.

If Picio meets Roan's biggest enemy, Cali Orwells will naturally become overwhelmed by negative emotions.

In this situation, your own feelings dominate your mind, not your sixth sense.

Anger and resentment at Cali Orwells.

This is your emotion, not your sixth sense.

However, there was no way for Picio to tell if it was his sixth sense or his own.

It was the same now.

A tremendous heat poured out from thousands of Saints.

A whirlpool of two very contradictory emotions.

The eyes of friendship and Jill were pouring out at the same time, and the guards' commanders, Bernard and the others, were emitting tremendous energy.

Fizzio contracts unconsciously and is overwhelmed by anxiety.

And it will soon.

'I don't feel good.'

It led to feelings.

It was a feeling that felt extremely routine, but Fizzio himself was quite likely to misunderstand it with a sixth sense.

"My lord, I don't feel well."

A word in a small voice.

Roan nods quietly.

Fortunately, he didn't trust Picio's sixth sense.

Roan sighs and stops.

Ronan and Bernard face each other, leaving a footstep behind.

The two of them could not talk easily.

First word.

Greetings.

This establishes the relationship between Ronan and Bernard.

It will also determine whether or not you acknowledge Earl Lansfield's transfer.

The weight of a single word was enormous.

Roan and Bernard.

They looked at each other silently for such a long time.

'Clear eyes without makeup.'

Bernard looks into Roan's eyes and admires me.

It wasn't something anyone could have.

'It is not the eyes that condemn me and crush me.'

The more I looked, the more I felt like I was falling.

In the end, Bernard bows first.

"Bernard Landingham, acting as Earl Lancefield's successor and commander of the Landingham area."

Respect.

Polite attitude and voice.

"Hehe."

"Tsk."

Some of the commanders in the back grip on it.

There was an uncomfortable look on his face.

Roan bows slightly, regardless.

"I'm Roan Lancefield."

This short greeting cleared up Ronan's relationship with Bernard.

The problem is that only the relationship between the two of you is organized.

It's different.

Some of the uncomfortable commanders burst out of their minds.

"Yi, I can't accept this!"

"I've been defending the land with my life! Suddenly, the lord has changed!"

"I cannot accept this situation!"

Most of them were young people who looked like they were in their late twenties.

Roan looks at them quietly.

'That's right. We can't just back off.'

He was counting the feelings of the nobleman's young children.

And that's why I'm here in Landingham, risking my life.

Of course, there were more important reasons.

Roan glances directly at the young nobles who burst into fury.

"I……"

A small but powerful voice.

"I don't need your recognition."

Determined tone.

"Yes?!"

"You mean you'll ignore us now?"

"Huh! This is amazing!"

The voice of the young nobles grows higher.

Roan smiles quietly at him.

"But......."

My voice grew louder.

The angry nobles shut their mouths and look at Roan.

Roan's smile grows slightly darker.

"We need you."

I don't need your recognition, but I need you.

The words were heard clearly in the ears of the young nobles, as well as the members of the congregation.

Roan looks back and says in a loud voice.

"No, we need everyone here."

A gentle yet powerful aura gushed from my body.

The majesty of the General.

People swallowed dry water without even knowing it.

Everyone's gaze was on Roan.

Roan is silent for a moment, then slowly speaks behind his back.

"Your recognition will be granted after the end of the Territory War."

Confident attitude and voice.

He didn't seem to think he would not be recognized at all.

Two of the young nobles who burst into fury asked.

"We stay to the end. What if you don't recognize him?"

"Aren't you worried that we won't accept the transfer of title to the end?"

At that, Roan shakes his head, smiling.

"I……"

Soft and powerful voices spread throughout Bert Castle.

"I'm not worried about what won't happen."

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