I am the Monarch

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The southern wind blew.

'Is it summer?'

Roan raises his head, feeling the sunlight pouring down on his body.

The blue sky with no clouds spread endlessly.

Whee!

Then a few small birds flew in flocks into the sky above their heads.

At that moment, Roan's eyes sank low.

A stalk of Mana rises from the Mana Hall and swiftly swings along the Mana Road.

The senses opened up and all the senses became sensitive.

'Hmm.'

Roan looks around naturally as if he were looking at the landscape.

Through Calian's tears, you can see everything clearly in your hands.

"Birds and rats, cats and dogs….."

I smiled bitterly.

'Clay's working hard, too.'

It wasn't long ago that Clay felt like he was watching his every move.

'I was on the verge of the battle of Aslan.'

Clay even knew that Ronan had laid siege to Walter before the battle.

It means the Druid Administration was using surveillance and reconnaissance animals to monitor itself.

There was no definite evidence at the time, but it wasn't now.

'After that, I looked at the gaps and found that usually there are two or three, and in particular, there are about seven.'

It was somewhat excessive in the small number of animals assigned to the Agence and Tenebra forces.

"I don't know what it means….."

If it was not right, I did not intend to hold her in my arms.

An era of war.

No matter how important a talented person was, he could not live with a knife to his throat.

In addition, the age of war was a time of betrayal and treachery.

'It strengthens the inner chamber based on new memories and information.'

One of them was to find out what Clay meant.

"What makes you think that?"

At that moment, I heard a horrible voice.

A young man with no left arm.

He was Walter Orwells, no, just Walter.

Roan looked up at Walter, looking up at the sky.

'Walter.'

I was heartbroken.

One misjudgement almost cost me a valuable talent.

Even though I saved my life, my chances of being an ordinary knight have been taken away.

My face became stiff naturally.

"Do you blame yourself again?"

Walter smiles blurrily at Roan's intricacies.

He puts his right hand on his chest.

"I'm the one who asked you to loosen the knot."

It was true.

Walter has been asking himself to leave as much of his father's work to be done since he infiltrated the Orwells camp.

Terrible situation.

At first, Roan strongly disagreed.

But Walter insisted that the knots twisted by the Orwells were loosened.

A profound anger toward Cali at the same time.

When Roan saw that, he made the wrong judgment and decision.

'I should have been against it by then.......'

My heart ate.

When Walter saw it, he smiled brighter.

"It's because I couldn't help it. It's not the lord's fault."

He also did not expect to drop his sword at the last moment.

I thought I could slit Cali's throat and undo the bloody knot perfectly.

But the result.

'It looks like this.'

Walter sighed for a short time.

It was all his fault.

But...

'The Lord did not abandon me.'

He apologized indefinitely, but Walter was very grateful to him for that.

He embraces the one-armed apprentice, even Manahol, without dropping the shredded apprentice.

Not only that.

"I'll give you a new chance."

Roan said in a confident voice.

He promised.

A chance to rise again, a chance to make a name for yourself.

Roan wants to open a new path for the swordsman, with his one-armed arm destroyed.

Walter holds Roan's hand without hesitation.

Nor did he want to give up his life.

Roan and Walter.

Their gaze deeply tangled.

"Shall we go?"

It's almost sunset.

I had to hurry.

I remembered the name of a town that was not unique in my head.

'Sutton Village.'

The town itself was nothing special.

However, there was an old man who was doing strange things around Western Village at this time.

An old man who no one at the time cared about.

However, just three years later, the old man's reputation as a disciple was greatly restored.

'Steel Blader Heath of Sutton.'

A monster who rejected Mana and radically trained his own flesh.

Roan's eyes gleam and glow.

"If only Walter could be his disciple….."

Walter's talents would have made him a mighty warrior beyond the steel Blader Heath in his past life.

I naturally went faster.

My face reminded me of my anticipation with tension.

You can see Sutton from afar.

It was a small and unsightly rural village, but it was a land of hope and opportunity for Roan, not for Walter, but for both.

* * *

"Failure or success?"

Sheet Wiggins, the head of the 12-Hashling and baron of the Rhines Kingdom, shakes his head with a short sigh.

"He's not a baron anymore, he's an earl. You don't feel the need to be with us."

Baron Elba Dionard, a beautiful woman, looked back at the young nobles with a firm expression.

Why 12 hasslings are all here today.

It was due to Roan Lancefield's involvement.

Elva persuaded him himself, but so far nothing has been made.

"But we can't stop persuading them."

The sheet could not be given up.

His gaze naturally turned towards Elba.

"Elva. I know this must be hard, but please do it again." "

"You want me to go to Lansfield?"

Roan has already left Milr by now.

The sheet nods slowly.

"After all, our 12 Hatchling members must scatter their horns because of their missions."

At that, the nobles nodded and hung their backs.

"I must follow Mills Boysa to the Estia Empire."

"I'm supposed to go with Chester Cowan to the Aymas Coalition."

"I am the Southern Kingdom."

"I've been tasked with protecting the border."

Rope missions.

Most of them were duties to protect and protect the princes they supported.

His face darkened.

'It's hard to have a chance to fight back in the country, so I'm starting to look away.'

The supporters of the Second Prince Tommy Lines and the Third Prince Column Lines had frequent and very good relations with various empires and kingdoms.

'I can't just suck my fingers.'

Sheet also had to go by Simon's orders to persuade the Neutral Nobles.

Elba, by contrast, is a bit relaxed.

I was deprived of my abilities, but I didn't let her be easy because she was a woman.

"Elva. Please."

Sheet glances at Elba's two eyes.

'Hmm.'

Elba couldn't resist.

She looked at the sheet as she is now and wanted to listen to anything she asked.

"Phew. Okay."

Eventually, Elba nods with a short sigh.

"I'll go to Lancefield myself."

Cool decision.

"Thank you."

Sheet grins faintly and grabs Elba's hand.

Screw you.

Elva's face suddenly turned red.

On the other hand, there was no change in the look on the sheet.

I just feel thankful and sorry.

Elva bites her lower lip slightly.

'Seat Wiggins. You really don't know my heart?'

I wanted to ask.

But she didn't know.

that the sheets are already answering that question with their whole body.

'I know. Elba. Your heart....... but.......'

His eyes are watered by the sun.

It was unfortunately not a very pleasant light.

* * *

"Ugh! This is crazy! Hey! You bastards! If you leave your son to me, I'll make you a commander of the underworld!"

The gray-haired, lush old man frowns and screams.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have to grow old to get old."

"I hear you've already cleared the surrounding villages?"

"I heard they kicked everyone else out of town."

"I can't believe I have to pay one silver to leave my son. A thief, a thief."

The people of Western Village gathered under a large tree and chatted.

The way I looked at the old man was not very favorable.

"One silver! One silver makes your son a commander of the underworld!"

The old man shouted indifferently, not caring about people's fingertips.

But no one showed interest.

No, not even.

"Hey! You crazy old man! I'd rather beg if I'm hungry! How do you know I'm gonna get you a piece of moldy bread?"

Some made fun of them while smoking manure.

"Ew. This town is wrong, too."

The old man kicks his tongue and shakes his head.

A land spider was gathering around it.

'My life is about to end.......'

Saving his disciple was as hard as picking the stars in the sky.

He looks at his two puffy arms.

Do I look that ugly? '

Then.

"Elder Seal."

I heard a soft and powerful voice.

The old man frowns slightly and turns his head toward the sound.

Two good-looking young men were looking at themselves.

"Who are you?"

You have no manners at all.

A young man who looked like a man bowed his head first.

"I thought you were telling an interesting story."

Immediately, an old man's face turned pale.

That's it! '

He quickly looked carefully at the two young men.

'Both have good skeleton and good balance. Hmm. But one doesn't have a left arm. Well, that's not a big deal.......'

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

However, at that time, his face turned dark rapidly.

"Huh. This handsome fellow is practicing his manna. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You worthless bastard. '

The old man frowns.

Expected alone, disappointed alone.

Many emotions were revealed, so laughter appeared on its own from the standpoint of the observers.

The young man who had spoken earlier looked at the old man with calm eyes.

'This is the old man who raised Sutton's Steel Blader Heath.'

The young man was Roan.

Of course, the one-armed young man was Walter.

They have finally arrived in Western Village to walk a new path.

He looks at the old man and sticks his tongue out.

'I can't believe this old man raised Sutton's Steel Blader Heath.'

It was unbelievable.

In fact, after the appearance of the Steel Blader Heath in his last life, many people have been trying to find his teacher.

But after all, Heath's teacher and even the place he trained couldn't be found, and there was one big reason.

Heath was stupid, but too stupid.

He couldn't remember his teacher's name, nor the place he trained.

It was enough to remember that the village where I first met my teacher was Sutton.

People flocked to Western Village, but they couldn't find Heath's teacher anywhere.

In the meantime, Heath believes in his power and goes into a trap, screaming.

A false death.

People quickly forgot the memories of Heath and his teacher.

Because the age of war was not greeted enough to be tied down in the past.

Roan has also forgotten all about Heath and Sutton.

I tried to rethink it, but the name of the town was a little off.

Then, this shaman's attack reminded me of an old memory.

'Though he died in vain, the power Heath showed at the time was truly great.'

Even if Heath's head had been of a normal level, he would have remained a lowly general, as the old man said.

At that time, people used to have violent discussions about why they had made stupid Heath a disciple.

And as soon as Roan saw the old man today, he could see why.

'No one would have been a disciple of the old man if he were not a fool like Heath.'

The old man in front of me was not a trustworthy mortal.

The man who raised the Steel Blader was too immature.

The old man clears his throat to see if he has read Roan's eyes.

"Hmmm. It's not just interesting. It may sound silly, but if you become my disciple, you can become a General under the sun......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Very well."

Roan cuts the horse cold and pulls out a silver from his chest.

Immediately, the old man frowns.

"You're not going to be my apprentice, are you?"

The man who had mastered Mana could never become his disciple.

Roan nods.

"Yes, the one who will be a disciple is my brother."

He turns his head to look at Walter.

Walter bows his head with a touching look.

When I was already in town, I heard from Roan that I had come to meet a Giant.

And that he'll give you a new chance.

There was no doubt about the old man at all.

He was greatly impressed that he regarded himself as a brother.

Roan looks directly at the old man and speaks in a powerful voice.

"Please make my brother General of the underworld."

"Hmm."

The old man, smiling so hard, shed a brief tear.

He was the first person to take his words seriously and react like this.

"Who are you?"

The undercarriage that had been scolded disappeared as well.

Roan doesn't hide his identity.

"Roan Lancefield. Earl of the Rhine Kingdom."

"Ah......."

Immediately, the old man burst into low elasticity.

He was hiding in the deep mountains, but he had also heard of Roan.

Rising heroes of the Rhine Kingdom.

The old man quickly bows his head.

"You disrespected the Earl."

"No, I'm not."

Roan shakes his head and grabs Walter's shoulder.

"My brother's teacher is also my teacher."

The old man raises his head slightly and smiles awkwardly.

It looks like it's not like this or like that.

Roan smiles bluntly and asks in a small voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Well……"

The old man hesitates for a moment and replies cautiously.

"My training methods are very difficult and painful. It's even very dangerous. Ordinary people can never stand it. So far, they've all sent three disciples, all of whom ran away without lasting ten days."

That's when Walter stepped forward.

"I will never run away."

A voice of unwavering will.

The eyes were also scary and overcome.

The old man looks at it and nods slowly.

"It certainly looks that way. However, even if you can endure it, there are times when you are hurt greatly."

The old man's training was so dangerous.

Walter didn't hesitate again.

"I already don't have an arm. I'm not afraid to get hurt."

"Hmm."

The old man once again drools.

But despite Walter's legitimate criticism, his expression was rarely improved.

Walter frowned.

"Don't I look terrible?"

The old man shakes his head.

"You're welcome. I love it."

"But how can you look so dark?"

Walter asked again and again.

The old man hesitates for a moment and looks at Roan.

"Earl, the young man next to you must be a great talent. If I take him and teach him, he will surely become a General under the whole world."

Roan listens to the old man's story.

The old man had a solemn look on his face.

"May I? If this young man becomes a commander of the underworld, he may rise above you."

The old man was worried Walter would no longer be under Roan's command when he became General under the sun.

Walter said with a stiff face.

"I will always serve the Lord before I am Lord Commander of the Underworld, Earl, or Duke."

"But the way of the world......."

When the old man shakes his head with a serious look.

Roan smiles softly.

"I don't care. Make Walter General of the Underworld."

"Is that okay?"

The old man cautiously asked.

Roan nods.

"Yes, I'm fine. I also......."

Soft majesty flows from my body.

"You can be a match for the commander of the underworld."

"Yes? If you are worthy of the commander of the world......?"

The old man swallowed dry saliva.

Roan just smiles.

The answer was not with my mouth, but with my heart.

'I'm going to be the world.'

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