I am the Monarch

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"You're finally moving."

Clay smiles strangely, placing a piece of paper on his palm.

Just in case, it was.

'Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild. You've been very patient for a long time.'

I knew for a while they were being moved by someone.

However, this territorial war revealed the identity of the amber.

Earl Jonathan Chase. He was very diligent. '

Roan was the Baron when the Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild moved to Mediacis Castle.

It was not a great time to see it in the central regime.

Earl Jonathan Chase has been wary of Roan ever since.

"Well, the mercenary guild you've been trying so hard to plant is useless..."

Clay's smile grows darker.

The Southern Rhine Mercenary Guild is currently under scrutiny.

I was able to easily check my house drawers as well as the people coming and going.

Although it was thanks to the abilities of the Agents and Druids, Tenebra's forces were in fact the greatest.

A few of Tenebrae's undercover troops were infiltrating the Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild.

That was a long time ago.

They pile up the ball, and finally three of the team members are on top of the Guild Officers.

Especially.

'Repice and spy Griffith became skilled within five fingers of the guild.'

He was also beloved by the current guild master, Powell.

"Hehe. The Mercenary Guild is already under our control. '

It was a long-standing operation, even for Roan and his goons.

Clay kept his correspondence organized and meticulously examined his plans for the future.

Then.

Knock, knock. Knock.

The knock rings loudly.

"Fizzio, commander of the Mediacis Peacekeepers, is here."

"Send him in."

Clay rises from his seat with a slight tilt of his head.

Soon after the entrance was opened, Fizzio showed a slightly stiff expression.

Fizzio met with Roan and was returning to Mediacis Castle after meeting with Lancefield's guards in the Landingham area.

"What's going on? Captain Picio."

Clay suggests a seat and asks in a soft voice.

Fizzio answered with a stiff expression.

"I had a bad feeling patrolling the castle."

I felt like I had never received it before.

It wasn't because I had returned for a long time.

"A bad... feeling?"

Clay frowns slightly.

It's endless.

However, I did not intend to listen or beat him.

Clay was the one who showed Roan Fizzio's sixth sense abilities.

'I can't hear that from Captain Fizzio.'

He sat still and looked into Fizzio's eyes.

Fizzio replied quickly.

"I've been looking at the Southern Rhines Mercenary Guild, and the actions of the guild masters and executives have been suspicious. I didn't have the right evidence or the right circumstances, but I felt like I was up to something. And that wasn't a very good feeling."

He spoke for himself and thought it was absurd.

However, I couldn't stand the feeling of anxiety filled my head and chest.

"Huh……"

Clay bursts low elasticity.

I didn't expect Picio's sixth sense to be this strange.

"Is this possible with human abilities? '

He shakes his head.

'I've read all kinds of books, but I've never seen anyone with this kind of ability….. ah!'

Clay glances at Picio with his eyes wide open.

"Captain Fizzio. You said you've been alone with your parents since the beginning, right?"

"Yes, my parents died of an epidemic the year I turned eleven."

Fizzio is a little flustered by the sudden question, but soon nods.

Clay cautiously asks.

"What were your parents like?"

"Yes? My parents?"

Picio asked in a curious tone.

Clay nods earnestly.

I couldn't answer Fizzio's question because of his expression and posture.

"They were just ordinary people. He did the same thing with farming and mining herbs as everybody else. Ah! But you knew the writing. I heard you used to run a pretty big store in the Royal Kingdom of Estelle. Maybe that's when you learned how to write."

"Hmm. Was there anything else unusual?"

Clay bites again.

Fizzio considers for a moment, then shakes his head.

"There was nothing like that. What's the matter?"

"Ah....... no. I asked him what his brilliant parents were like."

"Ah....... Yes."

Fizzio's eyes were still full of questions, but he was never buried again.

That's not what matters right now.

Clay had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

'An unusually developed sixth sense. This is definitely.......'

A lot of the old books that I had read in my head were fluttering.

One of them was cloudy and filling my head.

'It's the power of shamans.'

Shaman.

Unlike wizards, spiritual abilities, often called spells, have been called those who dominate, control, or cast souls.

The druid who originally controlled nature was also one of the shamans, but now they are separating from each other and building a distinction.

The reason for this is that shamans were expelled before the Druids.

Originally, the elite, such as royalty and nobles, were deeply repulsed by shamans who manipulated people's minds.

After the discovery that a group of shamans in the Estia empire were trying to dominate the emperor's spirit and raise power, the continental leaders gathered together to subdue shamans.

A handful of surviving shamans hide their identity and hide from the world.

'Maybe Captain Fizzio is the descendant of a shaman.'

It was still a thorough assumption.

In fact, the shaman has never resurfaced.

'Just as our druids hid their identity and hid deep in the forest, shamans must be continuing somewhere.'

Clay bites his lower lip slightly.

He didn't know it yet, but the shamans were already at large.

In particular, Bradley Webster, one of the Four Dukes of the Rhine Kingdom, has already hidden the shamans as his own.

'After all, he is worth watching.'

Clay smiles faintly at Fizzio.

"Captain Fizzio. That unpleasant and suspicious feeling you felt......."

First, I needed to finish the job on the Southern Rhine Mercenary Guild.

Clay and Fizzio had a deep conversation for a while.

* * *

'I have some questions.'

Roan sits in a big chair, deep in thought.

It was always a question.

'Why didn't a great man like Walter stand out in his last life?'

I've never even heard of it.

That's what I've wondered since I first met Walter.

'I thought you might have been desperate at a young age.......'

Given the current state of affairs, it was clear that his father, Cali Orwells, had died in his last life.

'Yes, because in his last life, Cali became the owner of Lancefield.'

Maybe Walter struggled to the end and got his head cut off.

We didn't know if it was by Cali's hand or by her command.

That's why you couldn't have heard Walter's name in your last life.

The question was solved.

But...

'The price is too great.'

Walter's arm was cut off and Manahole was destroyed.

This was clearly due to Roan's mistaken judgment.

He considered Walter's anger toward his father, Cali, to be considerable.

I thought I could kill Cali, or at least capture her.

'I didn't know Walter very well either.'

Roan made great progress through the terminal spearhead and through the squadron commanders, deputies, commanders and commanders.

But not everything was perfect.

In the meantime, Roan has been filling up on some of his shortcomings.

But this was a decision that had to be made, and that was Walter's downfall.

'I owe you a great debt.'

Roan clenches his fist.

Once this happens, Walter must take responsibility for it.

My left arm was cut off and Manahole was destroyed, but that didn't end my life.

'You can be a bookkeeper or a military officer or an administrative official. Or a druid or a wizard. Walter would have succeeded if he had Walter's gift.'

In this life, at least unlike last time, Walter's name was meant to resonate across the realm or across the continent.

In fact, Roan published what Walter and Walter had done in the name of Earl Lancefield shortly after the Favorite stoning incident.

After the announcement, the majority of the saints came to Walter's house where he was being treated and asked for forgiveness.

Of course, the saints who lost precious people to Cali still cursed and denounced Cali and Walter, but it was impossible to embrace everyone in the first place.

'Greed is to be loved and supported by all.'

Someone who was good to someone could be bad to someone.

'Because of this, I need a lot to hold the people on the other side.'

That's why Roan opened the Lord's Vault for soldiers and their families who were killed in the Territory while the Tail and Lancefield forces were reorganizing.

I did not spare it.

You unleash your wealth generously enough to hear that the dead are richer than the living.

Thanks to this, the families of the warriors, as well as the Tail Army and the Lancefield Army, have grown very loyal to Loan.

I realized once again that even if I die, I will never forget as much as Roan.

"My lord, the meeting is ready."

As his thoughts deepen, Austin approaches and bows his head.

Roan takes a short sigh.

It wasn't time to get wet.

'The position and plans of the future vary depending on how we conclude the territorial war.'

Roan doesn't intend to settle for Lancefield.

I had no time, but I was planning on marching on Earl Chase.

As I entered the conference room, the commanders above the commanders of the Thousand Captain were relentlessly vigorous.

Before Roan arrived, there were traces of debate.

"My lord, we must march to the enemy camp at once!"

"Rather than that, we need to organize the surrounding area and pressure them to step back on their own."

"Why don't you use the Navy to get behind you?"

All kinds of offers poured out as if they were waiting.

Roan sits quietly and listens to all those stories.

The debate continued for a long time.

Finally, Austin, who was worse than him, stepped out.

"That's enough for everyone. Now let's hear from the Lord."

The commanders who raised their voices shut their mouths with a clear-headed cough.

Roan looks at them quietly and smiles faintly.

"They are all great opinions."

At that, several commanders nodded with a proud expression.

Roan taps the table with his index finger and speaks in the back.

"I plan to attack Chase Force headquarters first."

Baron Bernard Landingham opens his mouth cautiously, fearfully.

"But their base remains intact. If we do a big turn, we won't be able to do much damage on our side."

In response, Roan smiled and replied briefly.

"There......."

meaningful expression and voice.

"I planted a shadow."

* * *

"Damn. What a sight."

"I know. I thought you'd be drinking at Faver Castle by now... Tsk!"

"Still boiling soup far from the field."

"This is all because of those foolish Orwells."

Terrible looks and voices.

The eyes of the Chase Troops are wide open.

Soldiers gathered and drinking mulgun soup pointed at the soldiers sitting in the opposite corner of Orwells.

"They must be hungry too!"

Intentionally loud.

Then.

"You bastards!"

One of Orwells' soldiers rises from his seat.

A red face.

My whole body trembled with unbearable anger and humiliation.

"Hold on. Hold on."

"Hey, sit down."

The other Orwelis soldiers grin and pull on their companion's arm.

The soldier who got up from his seat takes a short sigh as he looks at the Chase Force soldiers.

Eventually, I had to sit down again.

At that moment, the Chase Troops sneer and scoff.

"Hmph. Crazy bastard. How dare you open your eyes? If you had the strength, you'd be fighting for your life."

"I know. That coward ran away scared leaving his comrades behind."

"We should have searched the Aslan Valley."

The atmosphere became cooler.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hehehe."

The laughter of the Chase Troops climbs to the ground like a snake and digs into the ears of the Orwells.

"I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore."

The soldier who just stepped off the ground once again.

Blame!

He lunges at the Chase Force soldiers with two fists wrapped around him.

"Huh?! Son of a bitch!"

Chase Troop soldiers rose quickly to face Orwells Troop Soldiers.

The soldiers immediately tangled together and rolled the floor.

Boom!

The soup pot and bowl became a commotion.

"Do not insult us!"

"What are you talking about! You coward!"

"You want to die?!"

"I'm going to make you a big slut today!"

Fists and kicks come and go with the abusive tongue.

"Son of a bitch!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Hey! Attack!"

After all, the Orwelis soldiers who were watching came forward with insults.

Two small clashes soon spread to the great battles between the Chase Force and the Orwells.

It was two days before Callie returned to the Chase Force camp with the Orwells Stragglers.

Earl Jonathan Chase and the commanders of Chase's army, as well as the general troops, did not feel well for Cali and Orwells' soldiers.

It's because the guys who made the contributions came back after being defeated by the big guns.

The forces of the Chase Corps that were there with him were almost wiped out, so they couldn't feel good.

There has since been a minor disagreement between the Chase Corps soldiers and the Orwells soldiers, but the commanders have either ignored this or shrugged it off.

Because they also felt like regular soldiers.

But that was the uncomfortable response that caused the big fights and divisions like this one.

Deng, Deng! Deng!

Several commanders rushed in with a whimper.

However, soldiers who have already lost their rational strings are not easily separated from each other.

They punched each other and kicked each other, scolding each other.

"Die! You foolish Orwells!"

"The arrogant Chase Squad!"

It was a complete mess.

Then.

At the same time, there are soldiers who retreat outside the sluggish camp where they were tangled and fighting.

They were the soldiers of the Chase Corps who provided us with the clues to this fight.

Those bastards who used to provoke Orwels soldiers while eating Mulgan Soup.

"Aye! Those foolish Orwells!"

"Die, die!"

They suddenly took a step back, expressing their disdain.

There was a strange smile on his face.

One of them mutters in a small voice.

"Too bad, too bad. It was all our balls that drove the Chase Force and Orwells apart."

"I see. I can't boast about that..."

The other soldier tasted bad, too.

At that time, the best soldier in the crowd, the head of the operation, smiled and said.

"That's what we......"

Proud voice.

"The destiny of Tenebrae troops."

He taps the shoulders of the soldiers and nods.

"Come on, let's hurry. We have to get out of here before they find us."

They still have work to do.

The shadow that you planted in the Chase Force camp fades away with the sunlight.

Since then, large and small battles have been fought frequently in the Chase Force camps.

Troop morale has fallen as it falls, and so has the strength.

It was so severe that it couldn't properly respond to changes outside the camp.

In the midst of such confusion.

Phew! Phew!

Along with the sound of the mighty trumpet, Roan and the Red Legion appear.

Finally, there was a frontal battle, not a book versus a book, but a book versus a book.

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