I am the Monarch

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The kings of the Rhine Kingdom were also greatly influenced by one rumor:

< Earl Roan Lancefield has won the Territory War! >

I couldn't believe it.

I was well aware that Roan's abilities were great.

Nevertheless, I did not expect to win the territorial war that had already been decided.

Because of this, some people doubted that Roan had already known that a territorial war was going to happen.

However, because it was originally popular with the people of Mill, the look of such suspicion soon disappeared without gaining power.

"Is Earl Lancefield and Earl Chase all to yourself?"

"Of course. That's the rule of our kingdom's territory."

"Haha. So you're saying that Earl Roan Lancefield's territory is bigger than the Four Dukes'?"

"Aye. Just the size of the territory. The territory is completely isolated."

"Yes. All across the border, though."

The people of Milr were distracted by the story of the high lords of the kingdom, the great Lords who had become great lands.

"The territorial war is over, so you'll be in Mill soon, right?"

"Yes. You will report to His Majesty and receive a formal beating."

"Khhh. Cool. Wonderful. Starting with the terminal spear and becoming an Earl of the Realm."

Some young men raised their thumbs.

Then an old man frowned and asked.

"Where did Io Ransfil go, by the way? Earl Roan Lancefield, the heir, has done so much......."

Even so, many rumors were circulating about Iolansfil, who had suddenly hidden himself among the saints.

From stealth theories to asylum, even death and assassination theories.

There was a lot of speculation, but no one knew the real inner story.

"Earl Roan Lancefield will be here soon. More than that….."

A young man replied without much, then turned to the topic.

"Are the Four Dukes and the other nobles still?"

When a commoner became a baron, they were also opposed to him.

I couldn't stand to see Roan, who was reborn as a nobleman for a moment.

The old man, who had just brought up Io's story, shook his head, kicking his tongue.

"The Four Dukes and the other nobles? The real problem is not them."

At that, everyone swallowed a dry saliva and nodded.

They had a vague sense of what the old man was trying to say.

The old man whispered with a solemn expression.

"Senate. The shadows may come out of the grave."

"Hmm."

Several people nodded with a murmur.

Senate of the Kingdom of Rhine.

A group of nobles who served at least three kings.

There were very few nobles, but I couldn't ignore their power.

Although it was separated from the actual power by the other party, it was the nobles of the Senate who could have a powerful influence at any time.

Even though they are so old that they have nothing to do with the world, so far nothing has happened, if they had even entered the throne race, the Rhine Kingdom might have already been divided.

"If the Senate passes by Earl Roan Lancefield..."

"If His Majesty were King now, it might be that there were no logs."

A more serious story came and went with a serious look.

The youngest man who was listening quietly frowned.

"Even the Senate would publicly protest?"

A lot of people nodded.

It was a reasonable thing to say.

They were far from power because they were not interested in the life of the world in the first place.

There was no reason for them to suddenly flag.

In addition, there was a view of people.

Roan was a hero among the commoners, the current Kingdom of Rhine.

Push and hold on to Roan like that?

Obviously, it was not easy to bear, even for the senate.

The old man who led the conversation with a short sigh muttered in a small voice.

"You never know. Old people like me are so fickle."

However, no one heard the story because the voice was so small.

People were again focused on Roan's story.

And sooner or later, I wanted him to join Mills.

It was very rare for ordinary people to wait so desperately for nobles.

* * *

"Director Clay. What does it say?"

The Mediahn Peacekeeper Fizzio asked carefully on behalf of several people.

Clay smiled and replied after reviewing the letter he had just brought.

"I, Commander Fizzio and some of the other maggots have ordered the King to enter Mill as well."

The letter was from Roan.

"Ah......."

Fizzio burst low elasticity.

And the king, Mills.

It was the story of a very distant world that Mill told Picio, a Gate Guard from the Estelle Kingdom.

I thought it was a place I'd never been to in my life.

'This is also thanks to the Lord.'

Fizzio takes a deep breath.

My heart was beating for some reason.

My respect for Sa Sam Roan rose.

Then.

"Am I on the admission list?"

It was Keefe, the commander of Tenebra's unit, who buried him in a low voice.

Clay nods with a clear expression.

"Captain Keefe is the biggest player in this territorial war. Of course it's on the list."

He shakes his head.

"Then tell the lord that I cannot go to Mill."

"Yes? You're not going to the royal family?"

Clay looks a little surprised.

Keefe nods coldly.

"Thanks to the efforts of our Tenebrae troops, we were able to block the southern mercenary guild in advance. After that, the troubled were Toooxiki and the rest of the mercenaries rebuilt the Rhine Eastern Mercenary Guild."

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

Clay nods slowly.

When Roan and Earl Jonathan Chase fought fiercely west of Lancefield, non-combat battles took place in the Castle of Mediacis.

The members of the Southern mercenary guild of Rhines, who were infiltrated by Jonathan's command, tried to take Loan's side as hostages, including Clay.

Fortunately, Clay and Keefe, who had known this from before, tried to attack first with the Tenebrae troops who had infiltrated the mercenary guild and were able to take complete control of the entire guild.

Unexpected footwork.

"I intend to raise the newly launched Rhines Eastern Mercenary Guild as the best mercenary guild in the kingdom."

"Even so, entering Mill means learning about His Majesty. A very glorious and precious person......."

Keefe shakes his head again as Clay continues his long talk.

"The future of the Lord and the Territory is more important to me than that."

"Hmm."

Clay nods with a low depression.

"He is truly the commander of Tenebrae, the mind you think of the Lord."

Tenebrae.

According to the meaning of the Shadow Army, Kip was suddenly the shadow of Roan.

"If my name is on the list, I want to be faithful in my duties as well."

"So am I. Now is not the time for kings to hang out. I need to find something to do for the Lord and the Territory."

Subsequently, the main shamans spoke the same words as Keefe.

Something unexpected.

It was a great honor for the people of the kingdom to enter the palace.

"And yet you would do nothing but glorify the lord? '

Clay looks a little surprised.

Picio smiles faintly at Clay as he watches the situation.

"Director Clay. I......."

"Captain Fizzio's staying here, too?"

Clay hangs up first and asks.

Fizzio nods lightly.

"Yes. If I leave, the hole could be breached in the security of the fortified Mediacis Castle. As long as the situation is a situation, you must remain true to your bar duties."

The Territory is over, but the group that followed Jonathan and the group that betrayed Earl Lancefield with Cali are weak across the territory.

If I was intoxicated by victory and opened my eyes, I was more likely to get angry.

'Unfortunately, we have to do something more important.'

Fizzio bites his teeth hard.

He chose the path for Roan and the territory over the glory of the individual.

Clay sighs for a short while, looking back at Picio and Keefe.

"You're all so loyal. '

He was greatly impressed, but he felt somewhat afraid.

Roan's strength and insights were greatly acknowledged by Clay.

Human glamour was also enough.

I was about to roll my arms for the villagers of the Slum.

But for that reason, it was almost impossible to elicit such blind loyalty.

'The Lord's greatest strength and equality are not spears and tactics.......'

Clay's eyes gleam and glow.

'Maybe they are.'

People around him, both talented and extraordinary, genuinely followed and respected him.

The strength that gathered so gradually suddenly grew so that even the most powerful nobles couldn't ignore it.

'My mind is complicated.'

Clay smiles bitterly.

He still couldn't get a good look into his mind.

* * *

"Uh-heh-heh-heh."

The shook out four fangs and burst out a strange smile.

You sit on a huge cart and kick your tongue as if it were pathetic, tilting your drink.

"What are you smiling at?"

A sullen, annoying voice.

Shank continues to burst a strange smile without noticing.

"Heheheh heh. It's a good thing you really got plenty of food without a fight." "

I kicked my tongue with an uneasy tone as I feared the end of the horse.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's why I hear Orcs are ignorant."

The voice of the fly.

By this time, he realized that the atmosphere was unusual.

He mutters in a slightly squirming voice.

"You're the anamfatha who planned this..."

Moreover, everything is perfectly finished as planned by Marek and Chris for the first time.

Shank couldn't understand why Mahjong was annoyed or angry.

The rack raises its right hand, lowering its glass.

The moving cart stops slowly.

The Orc warriors who were following the clumps stopped walking.

Marak looks straight at the shook and asks in a low voice.

"You. What were you thinking when you met a human being named Roan?"

"Roan? Oh, the guy who owns Chris?"

"Yes, the victor of this war and the Earl of the Rhine Kingdom."

Marak nods slowly.

Sheikh ponders for a moment, then sticks out his thick lips.

"How much does he look like a man? Feeling overwhelmed? Well, he's a human being."

"Phew......."

Marak sighed for a long time.

He shakes his head, forcefully swallowing the shout up to his throat.

"Hehehe. Listen to me. I mean, this time I was working with a guy named Chris to expand my reach to the Northern Rhine Kingdom. Of course, not right away......."

Marak was the back horse with his fingertips touching the fangs protruding from the hide.

"I was confident enough. I was going to distract the Humans and stir things up at my own pace. But......."

My eyes glowed sharply.

"The moment I met Roan, I felt something was wrong."

"What the hell......?"

Shank is still dark in the head.

Marak sighed for a short time.

"Roan. He was much bigger than I expected. I knew it the moment I saw it. The gaze that I can see through my heart, the tremendous force emanating from my body, the gentle and powerful majesty that subdues my heart......."

The burning fist trembles.

"It was a perfect misunderstanding to make fun of him."

His face distorted nicely.

He first learned of Roan's existence when Byron and Istell invaded the Rhine Kingdom.

At that time, Roan asked Chris to attack the rear and armory of Byron Kingdom.

Humans are asking Orcs.

It was unprecedented and hard to believe.

Because of this, he thought that Roan was a terrible human being.

I admired Chris' boldness and talent, but I decided that he was a brute.

So I thought if I boiled him well, I could always swallow him in one mouth.

Marak thinks that Roan is on the palm of his hand.

But...

'It was I who was on the palm of my hand.'

It was me who was playing.

Marak was merely harassing the rear of Byron's kingdom by Roan's will and threatening Jonathan's rear.

Marak looks at the shank.

"Hehehe. Maybe we gave the tiger wings."

His voice is as heavy and gloomy as his face.

But he was still blinking his two eyes.

Marak tried hard to open his chest with a smile.

It was useless now and then.

Originally, Orcs used to do whatever they wanted to do.

'If you want to stir it up, you have to stir it up.'

I couldn't live a life that was hit here and there and run away.

I needed to show Humans the power of Orcs.

"If a tiger has wings, it's a moron, moron."

There was nothing to fear.

Marak clenches his fist.

Human vs Orc.

The dawn of that war was like this.

* * *

The king was also filled with hot heat like a furnace.

At last, the King of Roan has heard the news.

The wide road from the North Gate to the Royal Palace is decorated with ornamental flowers, and massive crowds of people flourish around it.

It was not a welcome ceremony for Baron Roan Tail.

It was a welcome ceremony for Earl Roan Lancefield, the high lord and nobleman of the kingdom.

It was different from the initiation and improvement that Roan suffered.

Huge size and glamour.

The difference between the erl and the baron was greater than the difference between heaven and earth.

"Here he comes!"

"It's Earl Lancefield!"

The crowds of the road scream, pointing to the North Gate.

"Waaaah!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

A great cheer erupted.

But...

"Ah......."

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

All the citizens of Milr shut their mouths with their eyes wide open.

The cheer disappeared as if washed away.

Everyone's face was half dazzled.

They swallowed dry water by looking at the Tail and Lancefield forces leading Roan through the gates.

Red Force.

Rumor has it the Red Army was there.

Everything from the helmet to the armor is red and red.

The cavalry wears red armor around the horse's head, and the infantry wears red straps around their weapons.

"The Red Legion....... They are the Red Legion!"

Someone screamed out loud.

For a moment, the scream that had been hidden from me burst out as if waiting.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Red Troops! Red Legion!"

Huge heat.

Roan smiles at the cheerfulness that is pouring out from everywhere.

A satisfied expression comes to mind under the helmet.

'Good to hear from Brian.'

Those wearing red armor were the only Tail Corps that had been involved in the post-cannon.

Because I was able to use Setus' blood.

The late Lancefield forces wore a variety of armor.

Thanks to this, the Tail Army and the Lancefield Army seem completely different.

When Brian Miles saw that, he thought about dyeing Lancefield soldiers' armor red, too.

Even so, Roan was known as the Red Ghost, or the Red Lord, or the Legion of Roan.

Only the Lancefield Corps was wrong to wear multicoloured armor.

As Roan is a reasonable horse, he immediately gave an order to turn all soldiers' armor red.

Although it was not stained with Setus' blood, it had no effect other than red, dyeing it increased the loyalty and belonging of the Lancefield soldiers.

Moreover, even the military itself has become much more powerful.

Red Force.

Because the red tide is getting stronger and bigger.

"Oh! Earl Roan Lancefield!"

Walking among the welcome crowds, Simon Rhys, the First Prince, shook his arms as he approached the palace.

He seemed genuinely happy.

"You are a remarkable man."

Simon no longer speaks ill of Roan.

He began to treat Roan as an Earl of the Realm.

"I could use a drink right now, if you think about it, but the king awaits."

Simon shakes his head and pulls back to the side.

"Let's talk when we know the king."

"Yes, Prince Simon."

Roan replies briefly, taking a slow step.

The gaze of the nearby nobles pours out.

Admiration, admiration, jealousy, anger, irritation.......

Everyone was expressing all kinds of emotions without subtraction.

Roan smiles bitterly.

'People are naive and pure in some ways.'

The nobles were very honest with their feelings.

'The squatters are like the Four Dukes, the Marquis and the Earls…..'

The higher I got, the better I was at hiding my emotions.

They were all making a mockery of Roan.

'Y'all better get ready.'

Roan clenches his fist slightly.

Everyone will think the Territory is over.

But the real war had begun.

'It's not just war against swords and spears and shields.'

Roan is determined to leap to higher ground based on what he has to gain.

"Oh! Earl Roan Lancefield!"

As I entered the glorious battle, King Denny Von Rheines welcomed me with his twin numbers.

"I'm here to see the king."

Roan walks to the front of the throne and kneels on one knee.

"I'm familiar with your performance statue."

Denny III has been working hard for some time.

Even though he was not interested in politics, he was intrigued by Roan's constant rise over the years.

Endless chatter followed.

Eventually, Duke Francis Wilson frowns slightly.

"Mm-hmm."

Denny III instinctively notices Francis' cool eyes.

He laughs awkwardly and coughs.

"Hmph. Hmph. I'm so happy. The rest of the words are a little longer."

Denny III looks at Roan, still on one knee.

"Is there anything you would like me to do as an Earl of the Kingdom before you make official arrangements?"

It was just a formal question.

However, Roan looks up as if he's waiting for something he already has in mind.

"Yes, Sosin, there is a small wind."

"Hmm?"

Denny III looks a little surprised.

It is the same with Simon and the three princes and the other nobles.

I didn't think formal water would answer the question.

Francis wakes up first, then nods slightly.

When Denny III saw that, he asked with a bold voice.

"What is that wind?"

In response, Roan replied with a gentle but powerful voice.

"What I'll get….."

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

"Please accept it as mine."

What a bold word.

It meant don't covet what was mine.

The four ducs and the nobles' faces hardened.

'I was beaten.'

'I lost the player.'

If not, he was determined to reduce the size of the territory by committing himself to Denny III and take away the soldiers he had taken recklessly.

The eyes of the nobles move swiftly.

Roan smiled deeply and said once more with his attitude and voice.

"Mine is mine."

Whether it's territory, soldiers, resources, talent.

No, it's more than that.

Of course, I didn't say anything behind my back.

It wasn't time yet.

However, it was likely to be problematic despite the current remarks.

By the way, two princes, Tommy Rhynes, who were silent, shouted.

"You fool! The kingdom of Rhine belongs to His Majesty! Yours is nowhere! Territories, territories, resources, soldiers. You're just borrowing from His Majesty for a while!"

The battle rages.

Some nobles nod and sympathize.

At that moment, Roan turns to look at Tommy.

I still have the right eyes.

He smiles faintly and speaks in a low voice.

"Prince Tommy. Try to hide the Word."

"What, what?!"

Tommy stutters, startled by the rabbit's eyes.

Roan smiled and declared the latter.

"I am the Earl of the Rhine Kingdom."

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