I am the Monarch

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When Roan began to move in earnest on the northeast front, a young man appeared at the base camp of the Orwells troops advancing to nearby Castle Faber.

The exhausted look was powerful, but as frightening as the two eyes were, it was a young man named Walter Orwells.

He heads to the barracks where Earl Cali Orwells is staying, guided by major Orwells commanders.

"You're here."

As he stepped inside the barracks, Kali, who was sitting at the top, greeted him with a blunt voice.

Walter stands still, gazing into Cali's face, and lowers his head slowly.

"It's a little late."

"It's a little late....... I got a lot cheeky before I saw it."

Cali smiles bitterly.

If Walter wasn't the firstborn son of the Orwells family, he would have thrown it away.

Walter looks into Cali's eyes.

"My father was very old without seeing me."

He leaves a fierce contender and a great ambitious man, Cali, and does not take a step back.

"This guy......."

Cali looks at Walter with complex eyes.

Since his time at Faver Academy, he has been as talented as his son.

Earl Iolansfield also had a great personality, which greatly favored him.

Walter was clearly the best person to raise the Orwells.

But...

'He's too withdrawn.'

Knighthood was a man who was caught up in meaningless things.

That's why Walter chose Io Lancefield over his father, Cali, even in this territorial war.

You came looking for me all of a sudden? '

Recognition is highly suspicious of its intentions.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

What changed his mind?

If the reason was not valid, it was most likely a lie or deception.

Walter replied with a faint smile.

"You've gone deaf as you get older."

He scratches Cali's pride on purpose and vomits out one by one.

"Ronan has now appeared in the northeastern landingham area."

"What?"

Cali's face distorts while maintaining a cold expression.

He's not west, he's northeast. '

An elite force has been dispatched west to capture Roan.

It's not just the Orwells, it's the Chase Force.

However, Roan showed up in the wrong place.

Walter laughed bitterly and spoke in hindsight.

"He showed up sneaking around with only one of the dead. Roan declared himself the new Earl of Lancefield and took control of the Guardians in a heartbeat."

"Hmm."

Cali frowns.

I felt frustrated.

'Did you put the Guardians at your fingertips?'

I feel like things are getting complicated.

Cali was still trying to stay calm.

'We have to defeat the Defenders anyway.'

He took a deep breath and looked at Walter.

"So what does that have to do with you changing your mind?"

"It's a big deal."

Walter replied coldly with a cold expression on his back.

"I want to serve Earl Io Lancefield, not Roan Lancefield. Literally, Roan is like a stone that rolled in. You can't bow down to an unclear creature, not even the ingredients of origin."

"Hmm."

Cali spills a low tear.

Walter's thoughts about Roan were the same as Cali's.

'I was worried that Lansfil would be passed over to the lowly one.'

After all, Iow gave his territory and title to Roan, as Cali expected.

He nods slowly.

"So what are you going to do?"

Callie was determined to get over his son Walter's insides.

Walter smiles coldly and replies.

"Lansfield territory and title have been handed over to Roan after all. Earl Lancefield is no longer the family I came to serve. Once this has happened......."

Both eyes flashed and glowed.

"I want to look higher, too."

"High ground......?"

Cali glances at Walter, blurring her words.

Walter nods slowly.

"Yes. There's no reason for a lowborn to be me in the courtyard of an Earl."

Cali gives you a satisfied look.

'This. This. This is what I wanted to look like.'

He wanted his son Walter to have a little more ambition.

Callie gets up from her seat and grabs Walter's shoulder.

"Walter."

"Yes, Father."

Their gaze deeply tangled.

I couldn't help but feel the strength in the hands of the father holding his son's shoulder.

Callie said in a bad, powerful voice.

"I am the last author of the Orwells family."

A tremendous surge of energy erupted from my body.

"Walter Orwells. You….."

It sounds like a declaration.

"Be the first Earl of the Orwells."

* * *

"We've taken Castle Ravenham."

Baron Bernard Landingham smiles at the rise of the Lancefield guard's flag.

Roan breathes a short, fierce battle in the lead until just now.

"Easier than I thought."

That said, Bernard smiled brighter and replied.

"As the Guardian activist chants, the colonists and the existing shamans are responding."

"The Tail Squad in the west and south centers was more energetic as they launched a campaign against the Chase Squad."

"Some of the monarchs of the small castle are attacking the Orwells themselves."

Several commanders were joyful in the battle.

At that moment, Baron Andre Mold, who had built an army on his own, approached on horseback.

"Those who surrendered took a close look and formed a new army."

"Good work."

Roan nods with a short nod.

Andre bursts his short elasticity as he looks at Lancefield's guards in the fields outside the castle.

"The more you go through combat, the greater the number of troops you have, not the less."

That's what Bernard said.

"He who surrenders gives life and a new opportunity, while he who resists must die."

The rear horse was succeeded by another commander.

"Those who fear death surrender before they even fight."

Thanks to you, a large number of intact soldiers have joined the Guards.

This was also one of Roan's prey.

Anyone who surrenders can live.

The rumors spread that dreaded Roan's deceit, and those who chose to surrender without hesitation.

At that time, one of the commanders smiles bitterly and makes a mocking noise.

"You betrayed me without even knowing it was going to go down like this. Huh! Well, I knew it."

A big snoring sound hit my ear.

Andre frowns, staring at Ravernum Castle with a satisfied expression.

"Are you talking about Walter?"

The voice of the day.

The smirking commander nods with a slightly bewildered expression.

"Yes? Yes. That's right."

Andre gives you a stern look, terrified of the answer.

"Don't bring up that scumbag story. Blood can't be deceived. That's what his father, Cali, looks like. He can't be fine. If I meet him on the battlefield......."

He touches the sword of the waist dance.

"I'll slit your throat with this sword."

"Well, of course. You certainly can."

The commander gives you an awkward smile.

As Roan looks at him, he breathes out a deep breath.

An unspeakable ache.

'In order to deceive clever Cali and Jonathan, we must deceive our allies first.'

Cali's infiltration of Orwells has been one of the most important strategies to turn the tide.

For complete success, we had to keep secrets from our commanders.

'That's why it's not an easy mission.'

A mission to infiltrate enemy camps and fight lonely battles for our allies, while dealing with their bitterness and ferocity.

But Walter accepted the mission.

'Walter, if this is over, there will be a great reward.'

When I thought about it.

"Birds have arrived!"

One of the commanders yells at the sky.

A variety of birds came over my head.

It was a cover story and surveillance birds run by Agence and Tenebrae troops.

Roan reaches out his right hand, summons an eagle, and unties the long pole around his ankle.

A small piece of paper filled with letters revealed itself.

After reading the letter for a long time, he clapped his fingers.

Bloop.

The letter burns with fire.

Highly classified documents that are instantly reduced to ash.

Ronan looks at Bernard, Andre and other commanders and says in a bold voice.

"Prepare for march."

His gaze points south, not west.

"I'm leaving."

It was completely different from where I had been so far.

But no one asked me again in a curious tone.

They knew.

The road is not in the map, but in the direction Roan is looking.

* * *

"It's been a while."

Hanging voice.

Four sharp fangs move roughly.

"How have you been?"

Chris greeted me with a bold expression of greeting.

"You couldn't have been well."

A voice full of annoyance.

Once more, the four sharp fangs move roughly.

It wasn't a human being sitting across from Chris and having a conversation.

Orcs.

It was also the tribal palace of the Aurak tribe, known to exert some strength in the southern part of Byron Kingdom.

Chris and Marek.

Humans and Orcs.

Between no connections at all.

But surprisingly, the two of them, no, they were quite friendly.

'Since the invasion of the Kingdom of Istell and Byron, we've been in contact.'

At that time, Chris risked his life on Roan's orders to find Orc tribes scattered throughout the southern Byron Kingdom.

Orcs who fled to and fro with severe food shortages due to the massive defeat of Byron Kingdom did not welcome Chris' visit.

If you say something wrong, your throat will explode.

But Chris remained calm.

He sits the Orcs at the negotiating table with his cards and food aid.

'We will inform you of the food aid, precisely the military bases of Byron Kingdom, so you must attack and pillage them.' '

He also made a pact to help with food if things didn't go well.

Orcs who were suffering from severe food difficulties accepted Chris's offer.

Then you raided the rear military bases of the Byron Empire, which were raging against the Rhine Kingdom.

Thanks to you.

'Byron Empire was forced to give up the war and retreat.'

And as one of the coalition forces stepped back, the Eastern Empire forces, which were otherwise struggling, were forced to retreat.

'Now that I think about it, it was a reckless plan.'

Fortunately, things were going well. If I had visited the Orc tribe, I might have escaped.

Orcs were in such frenzy at the time.

Chris smiles faintly at the end.

'Cause of Marak.'

Unlike his down-to-earth appearance, he was a well-spoken Orc.

Chris opened his mouth with a short sigh.

"Is it because of Baron Noel Howard that you're not doing well?"

Scary to the end.

Boom!

Marak slaps the wooden table roughly.

"That damn human!"

The four fangs protrude out loud and an accent pops out.

Baron noel carward.

A hero who saved Byron Kingdom from the peril of the dead.

He was a man who once attacked the Persian Empire in league with Fade Nail in the Estelle Kingdom.

His many accomplishments were substantial, but the biggest among them was the defeat of the Orc tribes in the Southern Byron Kingdom.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm an arch-enemy.

No, the Orcs of the Southern Byron Kingdom are furious, sharpening fangs at Noel Ward as well.

"Those chewy bastards are going around starving their own people."

Marak grunts.

Chris nods slightly.

'Exactly.'

It was according to the information Agents collected.

In that case.

'Things will go easier than I thought.'

He gives a serious expression of encouragement.

"That's unfortunate."

Later, I spoke in a small, discreet voice.

"How would you like us to help you?"

"Help?"

Marak struggles to calm his anger and asks.

Chris nods.

"Yes, as soon as possible, we will support the food we are stockpiling."

"Oh!"

The rack opened its mouth wide and burst its elasticity.

He opens his arms wide.

"That's very kind of you!"

Marak shudders like he's holding Chris in his arms right now.

Chris smiles brightly and frowns suddenly.

"Ah! But here's the thing."

"Problem? What problem?"

Marak frowned.

The good feeling flew away in an instant.

Chris hesitated for a long time as if he was deeply troubled, then carefully replied.

"Our food warehouse is in the Tail region and we need to get through Earl Chase to transport the food from there to here. But now Earl Lancefield and Earl Chase are engaged in a territorial war. Earl Chase won't let any of our men through."

"Oops……"

Marak sighs.

Something that foamed up a way to solve the food difficulties.

The depressed look on his face was powerful.

Then Chris said in a gentle voice.

"That doesn't mean we don't have a lot of options."

"Oh! Is there a way?"

Marak smiles again brightly.

He was as emotional as an Orc.

Chris nods, smiling and smiling.

"Yes, it's......."

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