I am the Monarch

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"Trouble."

Duke Bradley Webster frowns with a glass.

The vast and spectacular space was home to ten palace pretenders including Bradley.

Unlike Bradley, who was sitting in a cushy chair, ten of his widows stood flat along the wall.

"Io lansfil......."

Bradley takes a long breath, emptying his glass.

'The plans that he worked so hard to make became obsolete when he handed over his territory and title to Roan.'

No, it wasn't foaming up.

There was a big obstacle to the walk that he had put together.

"Phew."

I laughed.

It was a habit and habit that comes out whenever I was angry or irritated.

He raises his head and looks at the pretenders standing along the opposite wall.

"And the prince?"

In a short question, one of the go-goers answered coldly.

"He's on the move."

"Keep busy......."

Bradley smiles bitterly.

"I'm so sad. Grandchildren who no longer need grandchildren......."

He asked again with a voice that was absurd.

"I heard you reached out to Io?"

"That's right."

"Your grandson is a bit grumpy......."

Bradley smiles bitterly and refills his glass.

"Put a man around Io."

"Yes, I understand."

The pretenders bowed their heads in a polite manner.

But Bradley's orders were not the end.

"And we'll have to hand it over to Roan."

"Should I put a person on you?"

Bradley shakes his head at their questions.

"No. There's a lot of trouble around you. I am more likely to scratch and become a lump."

"Then……?"

The templars questioned Bradley's concerns.

Bradley smiles and replies briefly.

"Summon the shamans."

At that moment, I thought of the surprised faces of the mockers.

"Shaman?"

"Are you going to borrow those disgusting creatures' hands again? '

Unpleasant and untouched color.

But Bradley didn't care.

The shaman is just one of his weapons.

"Roan, his......."

I had a frightening, cold smile on my mouth.

"Let's go through your head."

* * *

After the battle with Roan and Baron Andre Mold, the complaint against Roan, whether or not you meant it.

Overwhelmed by the overwhelming power and majesty that Roan demonstrated.

But...

"The number of troops is still inferior."

"The same goes for the soldiers. The Lansfield Guards are mostly farmers."

The situation was still not good.

The alliance between Roan and the Lancefield Guards did not provide a dramatic advantage.

Baron Bernard Landingham opens his mouth carefully.

"But the wire itself is not bad. On the north-eastern front lies our Lancefield Guards, and the Tail Army in the center and west."

On the front lines alone, it was a brotherhood surrounding the Chase Corps and the Orwells.

Baron Andre Mold interrupts.

"We're literally surrounded. All you can do is ambush or ambush them."

Spinning or frontal battles were absurd.

Everyone's gaze was on Roan.

On my face, I remembered the expectation that there might be a way for Roan.

On the other hand, Roan smiles faintly as he meets people's expectations.

"From now on, I'll give you an update on the Chase Squad and the Orwells."

The situation has already been meticulously determined by Agents, Tenebrae troops and druids, including the size and location of the enemy troops, the direction of their movement, and the structure of their faction.

We want to narrow the difference between the number of troops and the level of troops based on strong information.

Some of the commanders nod.

because he was realizing the power of information.

But it was not enough to cause a conflict.

I needed something more concrete.

"And……"

Fortunately, Roan has another plan in place.

He glances at the commanders with gleaming eyes.

"There is a place to harass Earl Chase."

That said, Bernard, Andre and many other nobles frowned.

"The king also stopped the intervention of those who were not party to the Territory in Mill."

"No one can bully Earl Chase."

Even the ducs of the kingdom couldn't do it.

Roan smiles at their faces.

"They……"

Meaningful expression.

Immediately, a surprising story came out.

"Not human."

* * *

"Phew."

A long sigh touched the ground.

Corner of the training ground out of the sun.

Under a long shadow, a young man sat down and rested.

In the training ground, a number of soldiers were practicing their personal training and troops, but not a single one of them spoke to or approached a young man.

"How did this happen….."

The young man once again took a long breath.

I felt more tingly in people's eyes.

Then.

"Hmm?"

There was a man approaching across the training ground.

Every time he moves, all of the soldiers training and training stop and take their manners.

A gentle gust of energy emanates from the confined steps and posture.

"Earl Roan Lancefield. '

The man who was coming towards the young man was Roan.

The young man stood up one day, gazing at Roan.

I had a bitter smile on my mouth.

'Fate is a funny thing.'

He makes his way to Roan.

"I'm here to see the erl."

Roan nods slightly, then stands still and looks at the young man.

A clean looking young man.

He takes a deep breath and greets you in a low voice.

"It's been a long time, Walter Orwell."

Young man, he was the first to argue with the head of the Faculty of Academy of Knights, and was the eldest son of Cali Orwells, who betrayed Io Lancefield and was on the side of Earl Jonathan Chase.

'This is my first time seeing you in the Battle of Slan.'

There's already a face between Roan and Walter.

Baron Tate's daughters Mary Tate and Walter Orwells visited the camp when Roan was defeating the Orc warrior Baerlin and repairing the battlefield.

Even then, Walter was a student of a prestigious aristocrat, an academic student who had been deprived of his abilities, and Ronan was an ordinary trafficker from the common folk who had nothing.

But now that Roan has become Earl of the Rhine Kingdom, Walter has been under the guise of being the son of a traitor.

Life is unknowable, but it is a dramatic reversal for both of you.

'I am confident.'

Walter tried so hard to open his chest.

He has been with the Lancefield Guards ever since his father Cali betrayed Io and waged the Territory War.

Walter chose honor over blood.

He vowed to lay down his life for Iowa and Lancefield.

I worked in the East and West to correct my father's mistake.

But people looked at Walter unfamiliar.

A traitor who is responsible for the attack on the Territory and pointed his sword at its owner.

Walter, Cali's son.

The weight it gave was much heavier than I thought.

Because of this, Walter was fighting as a regular soldier, with neither deputy nor commander standing in the battlefield.

But Walter wasn't complaining about this situation.

He understands the feelings of his fellow Guardians and soldiers.

Walter hated his father, Cali Orwell.

Roan takes a deep breath.

"Walter, what are you doing?"

You sound like you're in a bad mood.

Walter shakes his head with a bitter smile.

"I was resting for a while."

"No, that's not what I'm asking. The current situation is extremely disadvantageous to the Lancefield Guards. But why would someone with your skills be wasting them?"

"It's......."

Walter tries to talk back, but then he shuts up.

Roan glances at Walter like that.

"Walter, Cali Orwells, what do you think of your father?"

Walter holds his head high and answers without hesitation.

"More than traitors, less than traitors."

Roan nods slightly and asks again.

"Can you wield a sword without hesitation if you encounter it on the battlefield?"

As expected, Walter replied without hesitation.

"Of course."

I ignored Cali's call and remained with the Lancefield Guards.

I was able to bear the cool gaze of my colleagues because I was prepared.

'Knights don't hold their swords upside down.'

That was Walter's idea and Walter's values.

Roan nods, satisfied.

"I have my own orders to give you."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

Walter corrected himself with a hesitant expression.

Roan looks him straight in the eye.

"It's not an easy task."

It was a really difficult task.

But I couldn't do it unless it was Walter.

Roan steps up to Walter and speaks in a small voice.

"Betrayed the Lancefield Guards......."

I felt a sharp word in my ears, or in my heart.

"Go to Cali Orwells."

* * *

"Ahem. Tired. Tired."

The young soldier yawns.

The companion next to you frowns and brushes.

"Stay sharp."

The soldier who yawned at that said, shaking his head again.

"Huff, don't be so nervous. This is pretty far from the wire. The Lancefield Guards rarely show up. Besides, it's dark in the morning."

He looked up at the night sky and yawned again.

The soldier with the bruised voice said with a stiff expression.

"Didn't you hear the news? Your faction to the west was wiped out by a surprise attack by the Lancefield Guards. I've been hearing a lot about them lately. That's why we've increased our perimeter."

The Lancefield Guards, who were in a hurry to maintain the front lines, began to move swiftly about four days ago.

"Oh, that's it. The small factions are down, and the big factions like ours are safe. Even the Lancefield Guards are not crazy..."

When the horse goes on like that.

Phew!

An arrow is lodged in the soldier's head as he makes a gruesome noise.

"Huff!"

The soldier who was listening to the story shrugged his head in shock.

Phew!

Another arrow flies through the soldier's neck.

That was the beginning.

Buck, buck, buck! Puebuck!

Severing the night sky, dozens and hundreds of fire arrows fall into the camp.

Glug glug!

A flame rises along the fence and barracks.

The soldiers who were on guard duty fell like hedgehogs.

Deng, Deng! Deng, Deng!

In the meantime, I smacked the Watchtower Bell with all my might with those who barely survived.

"What, what!"

"Hostiles!"

"We're under attack!"

Soldiers rush out of the barracks screaming.

But the camp's been on fire for a long time.

The soldiers fall into chaos.

Then.

Two or two!

You hear the hoofbeating of the ground as if you were waiting.

Boom!

The struggling fence is shattered with a thundering sound.

A cavalry appears through the broken fence.

Lancefield Guard.

Favorite Academy Unit.

A high-rise flag shows off its power.

"Kill him!"

"Break through the camp!"

It was Baron Andre Mold who led the troops in the lead.

At his command, hundreds of cavalry advance through the camp.

After that, hundreds of infantry and archers appeared again.

"Dammit! Defender Lancefield!"

Later, the commanders of Knox's forces, who appeared in the center of the camp, asked for it.

The Lancefield Guards have been acting strangely lately, so they've been reinforcing their border troops, but they still have a suspicious mind.

A few small factions were defeated, but they thought they were different.

I never thought the Lansfield Guards of the peasants would raid the Great Battalion.

"Dammit! Put out the fire!"

"Brace yourselves! Those peasants have never held a spear properly before!"

"You can defeat as many as you want if you keep your cool!"

The commanders of Knox's troops shout.

Then.

Aaaaahhhh!

The flame that flows through the fence suddenly moves like a dance.

At the same time.

Pa!

With a red flame, a horse protrudes out in front of the commanders.

"Well, what the hell!"

The commanders shout in a dazzled expression.

A flaming window rises through the black window.

A man riding a horse with a flaming spear.

The flames blaze around him.

A marvelous figure.

It reminded me of the master of fire, the lord of fire.

"Stop, you can't be......."

One of the commanders of Knox's unit stutters his horse with a white, dull face.

"Boo, the Red Ghost?"

The end of my voice trembles severely.

The sound surprised the surrounding commanders, as well as the regular soldiers.

"Red ghosts?"

"Roan lansfield?"

"How did Earl Lancefield get here?"

"Shouldn't he be west by now?"

They, as well as the Chase Squad and the Orwells, knew that Roan was crossing the western front.

That's when he suddenly appeared in the Landingham area.

Leading the Guards, bending the eastern front.

A voice bursts out as if you were waiting.

"I am Roan Lancefield!"

The man, Roan, swings his spear long.

Every time, the flames broke through the night sky.

"He who surrenders will live! But......."

Immediately, a huge flame blazes out around him.

At the same time, a flame flowing through Travis' spear strikes the ground.

Kuang!

With a loud bang, I turned the ground upside down.

Roan glances at the soldiers in Knox's army with his spear drawn.

"I'll kill anyone who resists."

Spooky voice.

A great defeat sweeps through the battlefield.

"Ugh!"

"Ha, I surrender!"

Some of the soldiers drop their weapons and kneel.

"Fellas! We have fewer men than we do!"

"Fight back! Drive them out!"

The commanders shout, wielding their swords.

Some of the soldiers are in line as ordered.

Roan smiles bitterly at his appearance.

The time has come to dance again.

He raises his spear high.

"Defender Lancefield, charge!"

The guards, who were stirring up the camp so fearfully that orders were issued, rush forward with their weapons.

But before he did, he attacked Knox's troops.

Glug-ug-ug!

A flame that stretches long through Travis' spear.

Kuaang!

It was a reminder of the similarity of fire itself.

At last, Jonathan and Cali started a full-scale counterattack from the east, which was not the west where they had been paying attention.

With a red flame.

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