I am the Monarch

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Static.

The heavy static settled.

There were a lot of people in the meeting room, but they didn't open their mouths.

Their gaze was all in one place.

A young man sitting on an elongated table.

It was Roan.

'The atmosphere is strange.'

He smiled bitterly.

On the right side of the table were Baron Bernard Landingham and others who were friendly to him.

On the other hand, to the left of the table were those who were negative to Roan or who were dissatisfied with the situation.

Both factions face each other in a strange neurological battle.

It was Bernard who broke the silence.

"First, we must work together to defeat the Chase and Orwells forces."

The young commander, who was sitting next to the horse, confronted him.

"Yes. Less than 20 days until the end of the Territory War. We must hurry."

As soon as the deadline for the end of the war, the two armies had to stop fighting immediately and retreat.

It was a situation for Earl Lancefield, who had already lost half his territory because he recognized the occupied area at the end of the day as territory, to react as soon as possible.

At that time, the young nobleman gives a stern expression on the other side of Bernard's side of the fence against Roan.

"We agree that we must defeat the Chase Force and the Orwells. But......."

He and Baron Andre Mold have been together since the time of the Resistance.

Andre was a representative of many young nobles and a practical commander of the Academy.

The forces that were dissatisfied with Roan were the graduates of Faber Academy, the young children of students and nobles.

Although there were not many of them, Lancefield's Guards were among the first.

"Earl Lancefield gave his consent and the King approved it, but..."

It was a matter for each individual to decide without taking Roan.

Depending on the situation, I was more likely to leave to find a new owner.

There was no denying the king's approval, but choosing an owner was an individual's freedom.

Andre looks around at the people in the conference room and speaks in hindsight.

"The Lancefield guards have their own command system. All of them are outstanding."

To some extent, it was true.

The Landingham area, as a major border area, was lacking in command of the troops.

Andre looks directly at Roan.

I felt a youthful unwavering vigor.

"I've heard of Earl Roan Lancefield's reputation many times, but I've never actually seen it."

Several people nodded.

The atmosphere flowed strangely.

It was kind of a wake-up call.

I could not lay a pawn or a banner on Roan, who had officially inherited the land and title.

However, the battle between irrelevant and irrelevant was always possible.

'You want to take control of the aircraft.'

Roan smiled deeply.

Andre's insides are obvious.

It's different.

"I'd like to see what you can do."

Andre rises from his seat and lowers his head slightly.

Subsequently, four young officers stood up to fight back.

"Please, I'm begging you."

"I'm asking you to do the same."

Bernard frowns as he watches.

"Huh! A battle between friends in the face of a big fight! You're all out of your minds!"

A loud rebuke.

Nevertheless, the young officers, including Andre, had no intention of retreating.

'We must take control of the aircraft.'

They were determined to take command.

You'll need to listen to Roan's orders, but getting command makes it easier for you to speak up.

'It might be difficult to deal with it alone…..'

"If the five of us turn against each other….."

'There is enough odds.'

'Besides, if it's Baron Andre Mold, it might be a blast.'

Andre was a prominent arms dealer in the Landingham area.

Rumor has it the monsters fled even after hearing his name.

"Please."

Andre bows once more.

"You don't have to answer that."

Bernard looks at Ronan with this red face.

Roan raises his right hand slightly as if he were fine, then rises from his seat.

"Good. It's not bad to check each other's skills before a big battle."

He nods, smiling faintly.

Got it!

All right!

The young ministers, including Andre, cheered me on.

They smiled brightly at each other.

It's like we've already won.

Roan glances at the figure and says in a soft voice.

"Oh, I have a favor to ask you."

The young ministers, including Andre, look at Roan with a curious look.

"You're not going to fight just one person, are you? '

You want to take on one person a day? '

A complex thought filled my head.

Roan smiles gladly.

"We don't have much time left. I don't have time to deal with you alone."

Andre and the young officers frown.

He was the one who spoke behind my back.

"All......."

He grabs Travis' spear at the waist dance.

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"I'll take care of them all at once."

* * *

"How are you doing today?"

Simon Rhys filled an empty cup with tea water.

"I do a lot of things."

It was Io Lancefield who was holding the teacup with both hands.

Simon nods, filling his cup with tea.

"You seem to be more busy after the transfer."

"That's how it happened."

Io smiled faintly.

He's been more busy than ever since he gave his territory and title to Roan, as Simon said.

Although it was a transfer of status by official procedure, there were many nobles who still had a negative position with Roan.

Io was working with Roan while meeting with various nobles.

"I'm sure Roan will be very confident."

Simon knew how much Ioan was working for him.

Io only smiled instead of answering.

Dallac.

Simon carefully lowers his cup of tea and looks directly into Io's eyes.

"The reason I contacted you today was because I have something urgent to tell you."

My voice and face became more serious.

Io also listened, putting down the cup of tea he was holding.

Simon takes a deep breath.

It seemed like he had made a big decision.

"I intend to empower Roan in the future."

"Hmm."

Io wept.

Everyone knows that Simon is already on his side.

However, it was said that there would be more full support and support.

"I'm going to have to start independence."

In a short sentence, Io, a seasoned politician, realized the meaning of what was in it at once.

'You must be trying to get out of Duke Webster's arms.'

The meaning is clear as to why you want to empower Roan.

Now Simon.

'You are going to create an independent force against the Duke of Webster.'

He chose Roan as the rider of that force.

Iow nods slowly.

When Simon saw that, he smiled.

'Eo lansfield. I've got it all figured out.'

The understanding of Io quickly made it easier to solve the story.

"But there is one problem."

Simon's voice lowers a little.

Io swallowed dry water with a nervous expression.

Simon sighs briefly.

"I need a new drug."

How to control the Mana method you are currently practicing.

It was just the New Testament.

Bradley Webster was originally supposed to save it, but the progress was not exhaustive.

Moreover, we can no longer rely solely on Bradley in the backyard where we decided to clean up our relationship.

Simon looks directly into Io's eyes.

"Please get the new medicine."

That's why Simon called Io in separately.

Io was silent for a moment.

'To get the New Testament, we have to go to the Holy Shrine.'

The Holy Shrine was located in the Estia Empire.

It wasn't an easy journey on its own, but the bigger problem is.

'You can't give the New Testament that easily.'

The New Testament was literally God's medicine.

The number was not high because the manufacturing method was very difficult.

Rumor has it that no more than ten New Testaments are stored in the Holy Shrine.

"But if you say no..."

There will be no talk of empowering Roan.

Simon's personality is enough.

'Prince Simon is by far the closest to the next king. Prince Simon's support will be a great help to Roan.'

Io has not yet understood Roan's dream and goal.

'I guess I'll just have to follow it.'

I had no choice.

There was no way Simon could say no.

Iow bows.

"I'll get it."

At that moment, a smile blooms on Simon's face.

"Hahaha. Thank you so much."

He nods with a satisfied expression.

I felt excited.

"Don't worry about Roan. I will keep you safe."

Iow bows his head with a bitter smile.

"Yes, thank you."

I could do anything for Roan.

It was not easy, but it was not impossible.

'You can go and come back soon.'

I tried hard.

But Io didn't know.

A massive afterstorm this decision will bring.

* * *

"Are you sure you don't want to regret this?"

Andre glances at you with a wooden sword.

There were four young officers around him.

They all had an unpleasant look.

"Come on, it's all right."

Roan shakes his neck with a smile.

Andre asks again.

"You really think I can use Mana?"

Roan nods instead of answering.

Andre grips his teeth.

"You're ignoring us too much."

Roan and the Five Musketeers.

They were on the verge of a fight.

A large crowd gathered at the training ground behind the palace.

"Earl Lancefield. '

Bernard looks at Roan in a slightly nervous tone.

'They are the most prestigious officials in the area.'

He thinks he made a big mistake in his haste.

Rumor has it that Roan's skills are deteriorating.

However, it was difficult to deal with five people at the same time.

'The commanders may look down on you with ridicule.'

As Andre intended, command could be completely overridden.

'If I have to, I have to intervene and stop them.'

Bernard rubs the black of his waist dance.

He looks up at the nearby Unsullied.

They were all Bernard's henchmen who were favorable to him.

Then.

"Poetry, here we go!"

One of the spectators shouted in a loud voice.

Bernard quickly looks at Roan and Andre.

Andre kicks the floor and rushes toward Roan.

Four officers followed.

The battle has finally begun.

'You have to show overwhelming force.'

Roan takes a deep breath, looking at Andre and his allies.

He accepted their arrogance.

He was thinking the same thing as Andre.

'Overwhelming force overwhelms the aircraft.'

To take command of the army.

In order to do so, it should not be an awkward battle.

Overwhelming Victory.

Roan gives strength to the hand that holds the scepter.

Pavat!

The end of the staff trembled and split the space.

"Huff!"

"Hehe!"

Andre and his armor-bearers rush forward, startled and wielding their weapons.

Crap! Crap! Exactly!

The Workshop is opened with a murky sound.

"Ugh. What power......."

Andre grips his teeth, his wrists twitching.

The power on Roan's neck was enormous.

"Well, there's five of us! '

Andre makes eye contact with the Unsullied and passes.

Ta-ah!

They quickly surround Roan with their hands and feet.

Crisis Situation.

However, Roan's expression was very relaxed.

He wiggles his neck with his feet twitching.

The Mana in your body flutters.

'This is the Flemish Mana Act.'

The entire staff was red.

At the same time.

Pa!

Over ten spheres were made around the ring of the branch.

It was light magic.

"Hehe!"

"Grrrgh!"

Andre and the young officers frown at the sudden light magic.

However, they were also skilled merchants, so they did not close their eyes or turn their heads.

But...

Puff! Puff! Puck!

It's not easy to deal with Roan's neck, which moves like a dance through a fang.

"Beautiful......."

A low elasticity burst among the spectators.

Roan's movements are impressive.

A red wooden staff with an embroidered space spread between the light and the light.

"Oh, shit!"

Andre wields his wooden sword, grumbling.

'I never thought it would make a difference like this.'

The rumors about Roan were not inflated, but rather lacking.

"One, one, one, hit me. '

Andre's wooden sword splits the space.

At that moment, Roan's staff, shaking the air, moves strangely like a snake, striking the tip of the wooden sword with precision.

Oh, shit!

A noise erupted.

At the same time.

Phew!

The wooden sword exploded like a lie.

"Grrrgh!"

Andre takes a step back, holding hands.

Roan's neck moves relentlessly.

Puff! Puff! Phew!

The weapons of the young artisans burst like explosions in a row.

"No, that's ridiculous."

The Unsullied shake their heads as if they couldn't be trusted.

At that moment.

A flame rises along the red stake.

The firearms in my body burst out like a sudden burst.

Glug-ug-ug!

A huge flame rises in the shape of a blaze.

Gulp.

Andre and the Unsullied swallow dry water with a dazzled look.

Roan stands strangely by his neck.

A red flame flashes down his neck as if it were protecting Roan.

You feel a tremendous majesty that chokes your breath.

It was truly an amazing sight.

"Boo, the Red Ghost......."

"A red ghost."

Andre and his ministers mutter in a dazzled voice, even Bernard and his spectators.

Roan shakes his head slowly.

"I am not a red ghost."

A story about red ghosts that can only be used by enemies.

Roan smiles softly.

"I……"

My voice went out of my mind.

Everyone keeps their mouths shut and listens.

Roan's voice echoes through the arena.

"I am your lord."

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