I am the Monarch

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"My son. Try this."

"This is herb, this is poison herb. Okay?"

"Look out!"

"Run! Go!"

"Stay here. I love you. Son."

"Look. It's Roan, isn't it? I heard you lost all your parents this time?"

"Chief, I'm sorry. I have to eat and live."

"Son of a bitch with no mother!"

"Become a soldier? Crazy bastard."

My head was dizzy.

Old memories rushed through my head as if the waters were flowing.

"Why can't you see that?"

"Faithfulness is useless."

"You see, I knew loyalty would drive me away."

"I heard you failed at your deputy promotion again."

"You should bribe yourself."

"Another war. I'm sick of this war."

Then many battles, wars, battles and schemes filled my mind.

"I heard that Pills became a nobleman?"

"We are at war with the Estia Empire!"

"I heard Phil's the Duke."

"It's the commander!"

Then it was my turn to forget the memories.

And finally.

"There's a live one."

Last memory of your life.

I stabbed an iron sword in the chest.

And then the memory starts again.

"The rookie is missing! How dare you doze off in the middle of a race?"

"What a coward you are. This is a safe zone? There are no monsters."

"The Ghost Squad."

"Was it your man who died in my hands?"

"I'll make sure you get to Porter territory."

"Amaranth Squad Advance!"

Everything that has happened so far has been drawn like a landscape.

And...

"Yi, this is not the past! It's not the past!"

The handset that I had just heard before I lost my mind rang in my head.

At that moment.

"Huff!"

Roan opens his eyes, swallowing the false wind.

"Awake, awake!"

"The Lord is awake!"

Suddenly, a thunder-like voice erupts from around you.

"Bring me the senator and the High Septon!"

"Come on!"

Soon after, urgent instructions fell.

Even though Roan opened his eyes, he was still not in a clear state of mind.

What's going on? '

My whole body was heavy like a watered cotton ball.

My ears were deaf and my eyes were dim.

Above all, I felt dizzy as if my head was spinning.

Immediately, the congressman and the priest rushed to take a close look at Roan's condition several times.

"You were right once you woke up."

"I think we should keep an eye on him for a while."

A story anyone can tell.

"Get out of my way."

Austin pushes the congressman and his priests aside and approaches Roan.

"My lord, are you awake? I'm Austin."

A desperate voice.

Subsequently, Harrison, Chris and Brian flock to the bed.

"Harrison."

"Chris."

"Brian."

The same goes for all the other goons.

Everyone looks at Roan with a worried look.

Warriors of Reversal.

Most of them were comrades who have been through many mild acrobatics together since Roan was a terminal spearer.

'Hmm.'

Roan struggles to swallow a deep depression down his throat.

As the blurred vision returns, the faces of the pretenders surrounding him are slightly clearer.

They look like they're going to cry right now.

No, in the first place, people like Harrison were already crying.

Roan smiles unconsciously.

"Ooh, you smiled! He smiled!"

Everyone, including Austin, was in a panic.

Harrison smiled brightly, stealing tears with the back of his hand.

Roan breathes his last words down his throat.

Ten days.

The first thing Roan said to me in ten days after he was accidentally attacked in his mansion garden and collapsed.

"Harrison, if you laugh when you cry, it's a big deal."

* * *

"In the meantime, His Majesty has sent numerous elixirs from famous senators and synagogues, Prince Simon and nobles."

Austin briefly explained what had happened in the last ten days.

I went to see your doctor and your shrine. '

Nevertheless, there was no other choice.

Austin and his goons spent the night beside him, halting their supper in the hopes that he might be wrong.

Congressmen and priests were also frustrated.

Because Roan's body was perfectly normal.

There was no reason not to wake up.

Roan is disoriented without clear symptoms or treatment options.

The castaways were just anxious to watch.

"And then I woke up?"

Roan smiles faintly and looks around Austin and many others.

He was still lying on his bed with his torso raised and talking.

"Yes, it is. I really think the Lord is wrong....... Hmmm."

Austin was unable to speak.

The end of my voice trembled and kept getting hot.

He only thought he was going to die like this.

My eyes were burning hot.

I think my tears will fall right away.

'Yikes.'

Roan was surprised and quickly turned on the topic.

"What happened to the men who attacked me?"

Chris replied as if he was waiting.

"I've got him, but..."

There was a distressing glow on his face.

"For some reason, they're all working hard."

Brian succeeds.

"I thought I was acting at first, and I interrogated him pretty badly, but it turned out to be true."

It must be true, as many senators and priests have confirmed it.

Roan frowns slightly.

'The raiders were all realistic......?'

Whereas his own body.

'Nothing is wrong.'

Not only Manahole, but the amount of Mana that was piled up in his body did not change.

However.

'Too refreshing.'

I was unconscious for a long time, but my mind was very clear and refreshing.

It feels like the headache that I've had for a long time is clean.

"Like the fog lifted..."

When I thought about it.

"Hehe!"

Suddenly, I felt a severe headache.

Pain is like sticking a needle in your head.

"This is the pain I felt during the raid! '

Roan grips his teeth unknowingly.

We may be losing our minds soon.

Then.

Pa!

The light flashed before my eyes.

At the same time, an enormous number of complex memories came to my mind.

Remember when you were a kid? Parents? Just before joining the military, this was the Battle of Ale Canyon....... '

Clear memories, blurred memories, forgotten memories.

Memories tangled with each other in complex tangles.

'Ugh.'

With the memory of a metal sword in your chest, time begins to flow backwards.

The memory restarted in the Rose Army.

'Those are the second memories of life.'

More vivid memories than the first life.

Several memories passed by like landscapes.

The memory continued until the time of the assault in the mansion's garden.

Is it over? '

When I think about it.

There was a noise in my head.

Boom!

At the same time, completely strange memories fill my head.

But it didn't feel exotic.

They naturally continued and expanded as if they were Roan's memories from the beginning.

But it's obvious.

'This is not my memory.'

Unknown memories, not his own, continued for a long time.

At first, he was greatly embarrassed, but now he's stabilized.

Rather, I looked into strange memories filled with interesting things.

'This is……'

Different unfamiliar memories unfolded five times in a row.

Roan was only able to figure out whose memories were in his head.

'They ambushed me.'

Surprisingly, the memories of the attackers were stored in Roan's head.

No, it wasn't just storage, it was completely absorbed into Loan.

Thanks to you, it wasn't that hard to figure out who they were.

'Those who attacked me are shamans. After exploring and controlling my memory, I tried to turn it into a puppet.'

Amazingly, he was the one who gave the order.

"Duke Bradley Webster. '

Roan's eyes subside calmly.

At that time, the memory that continued to continue came to an end.

At the same time.

Pa!

Once more, the light flashed before my eyes.

"Whew."

A long breath flows through your small, open lips.

"What's the matter?"

Austin and many others asked with a worried look on their faces.

Roan gives Austin a hard look.

At that moment, I remembered one thing in my head.

"Austin. The first time I met him, he walked west of the camp, put up a fight with Phils and Glenn, and then he stood there miserably. '

The situation came to mind clearly at that time.

I haven't remembered it before.

It reminds me of an old memory that I had forgotten at this moment.

It wasn't just that.

'In the next ten days, Monster Jundong will occur in the province of Peel.'

I clearly remembered things of the future that I knew, small and unsightly things that I had completely forgotten.

'Looks like those shamans woke up all my memories of being asleep.'

Phone coverage.

Roan smiles bitterly.

In my mind, a lot of information and memories kept rising and sinking.

"My lord?"

"My lord, are you all right?"

Due to Roan's dazed expression somewhere, the chief notables asked with a worried voice.

Roan nods, smiling and smiling.

"Ah, umm. It's okay."

When I took a breath, I regained my complex head speed stabilization.

'Then why did the shamans do it…?'

I had to check that part first.

Roan's gaze turned to Chris.

"So you don't know who the assailants are?"

A natural start question.

"For one thing, it's not unlikely. They keep muttering the same words during the interrogation, so they're checking them out separately."

"The same thing?"

Austin quickly stepped in when he asked about Roan.

"What a strange thing to say. I wrote it down as soon as it sounded and sent it to Director Clay. With the Lord's symptoms. It's about time we got in touch….."

His gaze naturally turned to Chris.

Chris nods, smiling faintly.

"We just got word that a reply has arrived and the informant has left."

"Good."

Roan smiles shortly.

"What do you mean they kept muttering?"

I could have assessed why the shamans had failed.

"Well……"

Chris searched his body and took out a small notebook.

"Hmmm. I don't know what that means, but it was pronounced like this."

He uttered one letter very slowly, one letter after another.

"Venepee Venepés Inane Legressus."

Scary to the end.

'Ugh.'

Roan grimaces his teeth, frowning.

Once more, the bitter pain seeps into my head.

At that moment, I remembered the shamans in my head.

'Venepy Venepés Inane Legressus. Is this a space-time spell?'

Roan's eyes are wide open.

The words that the shamans whispered in earnest were some kind of incantation.

It was also a magic spell that ruled space-time that no one had ever tried or succeeded.

Ruling time and space? '

Roan quickly stumbles upon his memory.

It was as expected.

Governing space-time is soon.

'Regret.'

Regression.

Ordinary people would snort as if it were a myth.

But Roan was different.

He was the one who went through the regression.

'Let's see…..'

Among the shamans' memories, Roan extracted information about a spell that governs space-time.

'To cast a spell on space-time, you need a metal astronomer of God as a medium. However, this astronomy can only be mining inside the rare Gold Dragon Road Europas.'

Roan reads the memories in his head like a book.

Gold Dragon Road Europas? '

There was a memory I heard, a memory I saw.

'Yes, I saw it in a book.'

It was definitely seen in the Rhines Royal Library.

'Commander Tao's baton.'

A special position, commander, that only operates for a limited time when the Rhine Kingdom is in crisis.

'At the beginning of the war, Fields was appointed to the Grand Commander.'

Old memories, future memories come to mind.

The command rod was the symbol and symbol of the commander, a national hero and protector.

'The commander's staff said that Norman Von Rhys, the ancestor of the Rhine Kingdom, had a jewel gifted to him by Gold Dragon Road Europas.'

I feel like my head is on fire.

The astronomer's jewel from the baton? '

It was possible enough.

Just when I think a little deeper.

"My lord?"

I heard Chris' voice.

Because he was blinking blinking without saying a word.

"Ah, umm. Yes."

Roan nods slowly and smiles awkwardly.

'Now is not the time to be stuttering.'

I couldn't leave the exhausted pretenders behind to take care of myself for ten days.

How long has it been?

Knock, knock. Knock.

You hear a knock.

Soon after the door opened, a young soldier brought a thick letter.

He was Agents' informant who went to get Clay's reply.

Chris did not dare to take it back, but handed it over to Roan.

Tsk.

The sealed envelope was opened.

Roan carefully reads Clay's reply.

"Hmm."

At that moment, a low roar came.

The letter was very long, but the key was written in advance.

< Venepy Venepes Inane Legressus. I don't remember exactly, but the strange words you wrote are similar to the evil spells in the ancient books. It's very similar to what was used by people called shamans....... >

Roan explored the contents with one letter in detail.

< If the attackers are indeed shamans, and the Lord is truly bewitched by evil spells, the treatment of general senators and priests is not easy to improve. Even if you are sober, it is likely that you have been whitened or materialized by the influence of evil spells. In the past, sometimes you overcome the restraints of magic and get benefits from telephone coverage, which is extremely rare....... >

Clay was Clay.

He was drawing near-perfect reasoning from short information.

'He's definitely something.'

I had to admire his ability.

Besides...

< Gentlemen, I will now find a cure for the Lord. Please take care of your body and mind as soon as possible. This is a very personal opinion, but judging by the fact that the shamans who attacked you, they probably hurt themselves rather than hurt you....... >

Clay stared at the possibility that Roan and the shamans had turned against each other.

'Like Clay said, the shaman's position has changed.'

The shamans try to get inside Roan's head.

Instead, the spell tangles for some reason, giving their memories to Roan.

"Why did their spells get tangled up? '

It will soon be the same as the reason for their fulness.

'We need to look a little more slowly at the shamans' memories. '

Roan folds the letter gently and hands it over to Austin.

"Read it."

"Yes, I understand."

After a brief response, Austin carefully examined the contents of the letter with several housewives.

Thanks to you, Roan was able to think for himself.

'There are all kinds of shamans in my head, besides the personal memories of shamans.'

Suddenly, I was curious.

Roan twists his fingers strangely.

Can I do magic, too? '

When I stumbled upon the memories of the shamans, it was quite likely.

But the problem is the power necessary to use magic.

At the moment, there was no such thing as Divine Power for Roan.

'Let's see…..'

Roan searched for deeper and more intimate memories while still reading the letter, looking at the distracted widows.

And I've finally found a very short, meaningless spell that I can use without mysticism.

"Shall we?"

Roan twists his left index finger and stop and wraps it gently around his right hand.

"Sternomen."

A little mumbling.

No, spells.

At the same time.

"Etsu!"

Austin sneezes, reading Clay's letter.

"Ehey, Deputy Commander. You're drooling."

Harrison plucks his collar and frowns.

Austin raises his hand in a glamorous look.

"Sorry. My nose suddenly itched......."

He tilted his head for a moment and focused on the letter again.

'There you go.'

Roan cheered himself on.

I remembered a strange smile on my face.

It was like a little kid with a new toy smile.

The pretenders didn't see that face as they focused on Clay's letter.

'What a relief to call.'

Roan clenches his fist.

The ability of a shaman to restore old memories, reason to return to the past.

I got too much for sleeping like I was dead for ten days.

So, let's get back to the territory. '

The unexpected has slowed the return of the territory.

Now it was time to hurry down to the territory and prepare for the next one.

Of course.

'Before that, I'll go see the princess.'

Roan has something to say to her.

I want to tell you something before it's too late.

Suddenly, my heart jumped and my face turned red.

At that time, Austin, who had checked all the letters, was furious and shocked.

"My Lord! Are you all right? You're not sick? Your face is red!"

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