I am the Monarch

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The king has once again fallen to his knees.

< Earl Roan Lancefield is awake! >

The people of Milr rejoiced.

In the case of the commoners, it was common for nobles to tremble.

But not as much as Roan.

Not because he's a general and a hero who founded his specialty.

"Earl Lancefield is different from the rest of the nobles."

"He's not above our heads, he's next to us."

A nobleman who treats people as human beings without distinguishing himself.

That's why the common people loved and respected Roan.

And...

"I'm so glad."

There was another person who was happy enough to shed tears.

Alien lines.

She glances straight at Roan's face, stealing tears from the back of her hand.

I tried not to cry.

No, I thought I shouldn't cry.

'What would I think if I cried…..'

That's what I thought.

However, as soon as I saw Roan, clear tears poured out regardless of the will.

"Thank you for your concern."

Roan bows slightly.

As soon as I saw her crying, my heart grew soft.

'Princess Aelle.'

Among the memories I woke up from the shamans' raid, there was something about Ali.

'In the next three years, the princess will die of an epidemic.'

The news that was poured out with one ear because he was so devoid of existence in his last life.

It was a terrible future.

But I didn't worry.

'It was a false death.'

Why does Roan think that?

'The next three years will be when the Gold Master Sale is in full swing.'

Perhaps she abandoned her identity as a princess in the age of war.

'Is the princess Eilee or Sale or Ficis.......'

Roan glances at Ailee's big eyes.

"If only you had lived the life you wanted to live, not the will of others….."

Wind and hope.

Roan was going to help Alien live like that.

And I wanted to be there for him.

'I just do as my heart tells me.'

In my last life, I lost my love in pursuit of my dreams.

In the end, both dreams and love failed.

But this life is different.

"Dreams, love..."

The first step.

Roan considers himself worthy of Aelys.

"Princess, I have something to tell you today."

The end of my voice was a little shaky.

"I'm not very good at this, so I don't know how to talk about it."

I feel like an idiot.

But I didn't feel disgusted.

My heart was beating fast.

She sits still and nods.

Her face turns red as well.

Roan smiles faintly and takes a short breath.

"I thought there was a reason I liked people. So I thought about it once, twice, three times, dozens, hundreds of times."

Eyes turn to Ailey.

"That's why I like princesses."

She squeezes her hands together.

My eyes trembled.

"But I couldn't find it."

Roan's words continue.

The story that began to erupt once was as coarse as a steep stream of water.

"There was no reason. I'm just fine. For no reason......."

Roan looks her in the eye.

"I like the princess."

* * *

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

Cheers poured in.

The king also crosses Milr to the north-south and the south-south.

The people of Mill pour out around it.

They shouted loudly with a red rose in their hand.

"Roan! Roan! Roan!"

"The Red Ghost! Red Ghost!"

Simon Rhynes sticks his tongue out to the heat of the holy people.

"You're very popular."

"A compliment."

He smiles softly and lowers his head slightly.

But he also couldn't hide his joy.

It wasn't just because people liked him.

'This is proof that what I am doing is not wrong.'

Walking the right path.

And that's what people acknowledge.

It made me satisfied.

"Are you really going to leave like this, anyway?"

Simon grips Roan's hand, expressing frustration.

The same is true of the nobles behind him.

"Earl Lancefield. Stay a little longer."

"I didn't have much time to talk about you while you were down."

"There's good wine. I really want to treat you."

Sweet horses overflowed.

The nobles who supported Simon wanted to get in line with Roan somehow.

I don't really care that Roan is from the commoners.

'Now come on. What's the point?'

'If Prince Simon were to become the next king, Earl Lancefield would be on the verge of being recognized.'

'At least he'll be a duke. Last time I saw you, you seemed to have a princess's pillow in mind.'

The nobles were swift.

Roan was also measuring their insides.

'I don't want to play.'

He lowers his head, expressing his regrets.

"Sorry, we've left the territory empty for too long."

A complete rejection.

"I know I can't help it... but it's a pity and a pity."

Simon sighs briefly.

"I'll come back to Lansfield once I've settled things this way."

"Yes, I look forward to it."

Roan looks down once more and backs away.

The commander's majesty spills out as he mounts the big horse.

"Waaaahhhh!"

The shouting of the saints grows louder.

Roan raises his right hand lightly and places a short ordinance on Simon.

"I'll leave you to it then….."

After pulling the horse away, the horse goes through a rough turbulence.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

Roan travels alone through a massive crowd.

His rear view on the horse was truly enormous.

Gulp.

The scream gradually subsided.

"Hmm."

Everyone swallowed the drought.

Roan's red armor glistens with light.

Roan was alone, but emitted immense power and vigor comparable to the 100,000 armies.

The silence that literally stops time and space.

Among them, only Roan was moving alone.

He finally passes through the North Gate of Castle Mill.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

An enormous cheer burst out, suppressed as if waiting.

"Hmm."

Simon and the nobles took a few dazzling steps toward the North Gate.

Hwa-oh!

As I climbed the cliff, the southern wind shoved my back.

Immediately, the vast open field outside the North Gate filled your vision.

"Ah......."

The weak-minded nobles burst into low elasticity.

The other nobles didn't just make noises, but everyone was greatly surprised and atrophied.

Their gaze is set in the middle of the field.

Red tide.

"That's the Red Legion......."

Simon and Tio Luyne mutter in admirable voices.

It was spectacular.

Red Soldiers aligned evenly in a vast green field.

The Tail and Lancefield forces remained steadfast in the face of the strong southern winds.

The squadrons, troops, and longevity units on the lead were roughly pulverized.

In front of it, Roan approaches.

Pa!

At that moment, the soldiers of the legion march with tremendous vigor.

The noisy ordinance was very overwhelming just by the look of it.

"Ugh."

Some of the gate nobles snatched their necks as they slammed into it.

Meanwhile, Roan turns his horse and looks at Castle Mill.

No, to be precise, I looked at Simon and the nobles who were on the ledge.

Roan bows very slowly.

"Chung."

A small recollection.

It was a sound I couldn't hear well.

However, the eardrum seemed to burst soon afterwards.

"Phew!"

The screams of the Red Legion soldiers.

The sound intensifies and attacks Castle Mill.

"Huff."

I trembled at the battlefield, as well as at the gate nobles.

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

I feel suffocated.

"Hmm."

Simon spills a low tear.

It was complicated.

A feeling of joy and worry.

'It's a lot of strength to keep it around…..'

If you turn your back on an enemy, you're in trouble.

No, not to the point of trouble, but to the point that the throne rivalry was suddenly turned upside down.

'I must make it my person.'

Several plans that I had already made went through my mind.

Meanwhile, Roan, who was looking at the stature, pulls back on the page.

He looks at the Red Army and gives a short command.

"Red Army, Jingu."

The commanders above the commanders of the Thousand Commander shout at the commanders as they were afraid to give the order.

"March!"

"March!"

"Let's go home!"

A massive army shifts like a single body.

The Red Army, which was filling the fields north of Milr Castle, disappears at a rapid rate, as if the tide were running out.

"Birdie Louie."

Simon, who was watching, calls Thio.

Thio bows his head as he approaches.

"Yes, tell me."

Simon follows in the footsteps of an increasingly distant Roan and speaks in a smaller voice.

"I'll let go of the noose."

"Where do I put it?"

Careful face and voice.

Simon replies briefly.

"Alie."

* * *

Return.

The Red Army has finally returned to Mediacis Castle after the Great War.

Along with the sweet spoils of war victory.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

"Tail Squad! Tail Squad!"

"Lancefield Squad! Lancefield Squad!"

"Red Troops! Red Legion!"

It was natural for Mediacis Castle to become a welcoming event.

In particular, the heat of the saints was hotter and greater than ever, as Mediacis Castle was scorched by the new territory of Lancefield more than twice as wide.

Faver Castle, formerly the territory of Lancefield, was also not a bad response to the former Lancefield colonists as it was to be created and supported as a center of culture, art and education.

Coexistence and harmony.

Fortunately, the Tail Territories and the Lansfield Territories understood each other well.

In the middle of Mediacis Castle, a noisy dialogue continues in the permanent residence, a rather large building, amid the hot cheers of the saints.

"Yes?! So the lord is on his own?"

Rarely surprised, Clay raises his voice with his eyes wide open.

Austin smiles awkwardly and nods, sitting across the hall.

"You said it was a must-see in the middle..."

"So you sent him there alone? The Lord? There are still Earl Chase and the remnants of the Duke of Orwells......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I'm not alone. He went with Walter."

Brian interrupts and cuts the horse off.

"Oh, you must be relieved that your left arm was severed and you went with Walter, who was destroyed by Manahall?"

"Well, that's..."

At the end of Clay's day, Brian stammers and shuts up.

Then Harrison, who was silent, folded his arms and said in a loud voice.

"This is what the Lord wants. All we have to do is follow orders."

Clay looks Harrison in the eyes.

A look of hesitation or hesitation.

Even Harrison wasn't the only one with those eyes.

Austin, Brian, Keef, Glenn.......

The eyes of the main shamans were the party itself.

'Phew.'

Clay nods with a short sigh.

"I see. It's already done. But I have to be very clear about this."

He spoke in a calm and cheerful voice.

"We know your loyalty. However, we must not be blinded by our allegiance to the Lord."

"What's that supposed to mean? Director Clay."

Austin frowns.

Clay points his finger at his chest.

"Blind loyalty warms your heart. But......."

The fingertips point to the head.

"On the contrary, it hardens your head."

His gaze sweeps through the gods.

"If you are truly faithful, do not be afraid to speak out. You have to be able to say that something is wrong, and you have to be able to object to unreasonable orders. If you know the path is wrong and you don't follow it at all......."

Clay's expression changed horribly.

"We're all going to fall down the cliff."

"Hmm."

Austin, Harrison and everyone else were crying.

Clay's remark.

I had already been through the same thing several times, so I decided to say it.

Clay bows his head, looking at the prudent expressions.

"I'm sorry if I was a little presumptuous. Think of it as literal."

He ended up leaving the conference room.

"Phew."

A long breath rushes out from my lips.

'Will it change a bit…..'

Clay smiles at you.

Loyalty and decency.

A good gentleman needed to be both humble.

But Clay didn't just bring it up for that reason.

'There are good medicines and side effects.'

Clay.

Even if he did one thing, he must have been aiming for two or three or more effects.

'Let's find out what the Lord is doing from now on.'

The smile on my mouth became darker.

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