I am the Monarch

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"Phew. You're still busy."

"Of course. He's the most prominent person of all."

"Your title is now Earl. How many people come here to line up?"

"Also, Earl Roan Lancefield is naturally a lover of talent, so all the talented people are gathering."

Six young men held out their tongues as they looked into the giant visitor waiting room of Earl Lancefield.

The waiting room was filled with a huge crowd at a glance, yet no small commotion arose.

Occasionally, a guard with a clean conquest approached and led him out of the waiting room in a polite manner.

A very polite guest.

Then.

"Hello, I'm Darren from the Human Resources Administration of Lancefield. What is the purpose of your visit to our territory?"

A middle-aged man in a costume approached and bowed his head.

"Oh, Earl Lancefield has been here for quite some time, considering how talented he is."

One of the young men responded coldly.

"I see."

Darren smiles brightly and opens his thick guestbook.

There were already so many names in the guestbook.

Ordinary people would have died immediately when they saw the waiting list, but six young people did not look like that at all.

"You may have to wait a little longer."

Darren asked for his understanding first.

Thanks to Roan's reputation, there were no fools or troublemakers, but the longer we waited, the more complaints we could make.

Six young men nodded gladly.

"Yes, I can wait as long as I want."

"Because we're later than the others."

Bright smile.

Darren felt better.

"Thank you for your understanding. So tell me one person, tell me one person's name."

One of the young men pushed out his head.

"Swift."

The other young men then spoke their names in succession.

"This is Bro."

"I'm Lighter."

"Rottner."

"Griffin."

"It's Nanz."

Darren nodded and was about to write down the names of the young men.

"Huh?"

A middle-aged man dressed in clean conquest came forward with a surprised voice beside him.

He was a man with a very unorthodox face, but an oddly comforting impression.

"Director O'Neill."

Darren lowers his head slightly toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was O'Neil, general manager and line manager of the Human Resources Bureau of Lancefield where he belonged.

O'Neil looks down at Darren and stands in front of six young men.

"It's been a long time for all six of you."

Greetings with a happy face.

Six young men looked surprised.

"Do you remember us?"

They opened their eyes as if they were unbelievable.

On the other hand, O'Neil nods, smiling as if it were natural.

"Of course. The descendants of the nobles were Tron Academy graduates. The king came to Milr's temporary house the other day and realized that he wanted to study the world again and return, didn't he?"

"Precisely."

Swift nods with a half-dazzled look of six young men.

'Hundreds of people will come and go every day.......'

A few years ago, it was a brief encounter.......

'I can't believe you remember that…..'

Youths couldn't help but admire.

Six young men.

Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rotner, Griffin, Nance.

They were graduates who came to see Roan with a recommendation from President Fred Brown at Tron Academy.

At that time, the writers met with the rail baker in the visitor waiting room and were greatly enlightened.

I was very ashamed of myself, realizing my intolerance and lack of it.

They went out to study the world to fill their deficiencies, and they came back to Ronan after finally gaining the results of the summons.

'Everyone looks good.'

O'Neil smiled gladly at the faces of the six young men.

The day six young men returned knowing they were ashamed.

O'Neil met Clay in front of the visitor waiting room.

At that time, Director Clay...

Seeing the backs of the young men leaving, he told a very arrogant story.

"Without confidence and belief in his abilities, many people came to him and said, 'What can be done?' No one can compare to his abilities. '

At that time, O'Neil couldn't agree with Clay's story.

I did not doubt that the six young men who realized their inadequacies and went out into the world believed that they would come back as giants one day.

And...

'When I came back, I promised myself that I would write my name on the guestbook like last time.......'

O'Neil reaches out for Darren.

"I'll write it down myself."

"Yes, I understand."

Darren handed over his guestbook and pen.

O'Neil wrote down the names and statues of the six young men thoroughly.

"Can I get you a refreshment?"

A smiling question.

It was the same conversation as when we first met.

Swift nods, smiling brightly, unlike last time.

"I think we'll have to wait a long time, so please give me more."

They had some peace of mind.

"Yes, I'll make sure you have plenty."

O'Neil looks down slightly and steps forward.

'Good people.'

Still, I was confident that I had a good eye for people.

It was accepted by others.

That's why I was able to take the position of Director of Human Resources.

'They will do great things for our territory.'

I was sure of that.

On the other hand, in the next few years, six young people will be called Lancefield's sixth brain.

< Even Rensfield's cerebral clay can't go unnoticed when all of Lancefield's sixth brain is assembled. >

Rumors that make the world buzz.

But there are more famous rumors.

< What breathes into the territory of Lancefield is not the kidney, the new body, or the sunlight, but the aesthetic onil. >

Of course, both rumors were still to be heard a long time later.

* * *

Roan returns quietly.

I didn't want to stir up trouble again when the Red Army had already been greeted with a big welcome.

He hasn't rested a moment since he arrived at Mediacis Castle.

I quickly dealt with a wide variety of issues that had been pushed through.

'Chris knows this better than I do. This is Keefe's specialty. Piccio is great.'

Roan respected the opinions of the mockers as much as possible, other than the decision he had to make.

It was because they recognized the artificials as experts in different fields, not just their handmaidens.

Thanks to this, the processing speed of the case was fast enough for my eyes to see.

Even Clay's tongue is out.

'Since the territory is more than twice the size, the whole board must be rewritten.'

Roan has deployed talent from all over the place.

At the same time, I reorganized the Earl's organization.

With the help of Clay and the administrators, I have developed a tighter and more efficient advanced system than ever before, based on various memories that have been refreshed by the shaman's raid.

I can't neglect the expansion and support of the Academy, the Tower, and the Mercenary Guild. '

There was no immediate outcome.

But...

'Recruiting external talent is important, but it's also important to build your own room.'

Roan plans to strengthen the roots of the territory.

The number of territories has also increased dramatically as the territory grows.

The number of those who were naturally gifted was also much higher than before.

Roan intended to give them the opportunity to educate themselves and to enable them to unleash their own abilities.

A busy day passed every day.

Finally, after Roan returned to the territory, the first official event was held.

It was neither a nonpublic ceremony, nor a ceremony, nor a banquet ceremony.

Ba-bam! Bam!

A grand performance by the Milta Force.

The commanders above the commanders bowed their heads in newly fitted red conquests.

Since then, more than a thousand Red Legion soldiers have paraded silently.

Hot tears, with a hot look.

Where everyone can see.

At the top of the huge door, which reminds me of the refinement gate, there was a stone tablet engraved with a powerful handwriting.

< The heroine of Lancefield. >

The first monument to Lancefield's territory.

In the vast greenery unfolding inside, a graveyard of fallen asleep comrades fought for Lancefield's territory.

Ba-bam! Bam!

The playing of the Milta Army was at its peak.

The commanders above the commander looked up at you.

A young man standing in front of a giant altar.

The young man wearing the red cape and the red conquest was Roan Lancefield.

He takes off his uniform and puts it on his side.

"I will not let your deaths be in vain."

A small voice echoes loudly.

The Red Army soldiers clench their fists.

My heart burns hot.

Roan looks back at the asbestos with the names of the warriors.

"With your red blood, the Red Army is even more red."

A gentle majesty flows from your body that cannot be touched.

"Rest in peace there. You deserve it. Instead….."

Roan shouts as he declares.

"We will strike the continent with your blood in our hearts."

He turns around and looks at the Red Legion soldiers.

"Are you all ready?"

You and your dead comrades will travel across a vast continent.

Even if I didn't have to say it, it was conveyed.

The soldiers of the Red Army kneel quietly on one knee.

Perfect without hesitation or compromise.

"Chung! I will do as the Lord commands!"

Minister.

Roan shivers slightly in front of the immense deflection of his whole body.

'I can do anything with them.'

I was more prepared and confident myself.

Roan wore the armor he was wearing on his side.

A sharp glare flashes under the hat.

The Red Legion soldiers remain on one knee, motionless.

They felt more loyal when they saw Roan taking the warriors first.

Moreover, this was not the end of Roan's actions.

Solving territorial finances and giving consolation to the families of the warriors with immense rewards.

The dead were the dead and the living were the living.

It was a placenta where even some money would be paid to the precious people who lost their precious people, so it was appropriate for Roan to applaud the people.

In fact, not many of the families of the warriors were greatly moved by Roan's thoughtful consideration and attention.

"Phew."

After completing the warrior tribute ceremony, Roan returned to the Oval Office to confirm his next schedule.

Then.

'Hmm.'

Roan's sharp, delicate senses give you an unpleasant twist.

'You've been working really hard.'

My mouth went up gently.

After placing the block of paper under review, Roan steps toward the window.

You see two small birds chirping through the slight opening of the window.

Pa 'a.

Roan's hands move strangely, and he quickly snatches one of them.

Fast enough to resist escape.

Peek, peck, peck.

The little bird struggles and cries sadly.

Roan looks up at the little bird, sweeping it gently to prevent it from getting hurt.

The awkward eye contact between man and bird continued for a while.

Peepee profit.

The little bird no longer cries, but turns its head to avoid Roan's gaze.

Then Roan smiles blurrily.

"I'd rather talk to you face to face than do this."

A horse for a bird.

If anyone saw it, it was inevitable that Roan would think he was crazy.

But Roan was very serious.

"Get to the Oval Office now."

His voice was calm.

"Clay."

Roan strokes the bird's head once and flies it out the window.

The little bird circles around the window, and soon flies to the east end.

And after a while.

Knock, knock. Knock.

Knock at the door of the Oval Office.

"Come in."

The door, which was tightly closed, was terribly closed by Roan's words, was opened carefully.

Clay showed up with a faint smile.

He bows his head to Roan.

"I was called and ran."

Clay's voice is blatant.

I was also greatly beaten.

He did not make excuses or excuses.

Roan's mouth rises as he looks up.

Clay.

The two eyes sparkle and glow.

Roan throws a light speech as if it were a routine greeting.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Clay shakes his head, smiling faintly.

"You didn't think it would work like that?"

Rather a question.

Roan's smile darkens.

"Why?"

What a short question.

Clay looks at Roan's eyes, silent for a moment.

Awkward and heavy static.

Finally.

"It was for me."

Clay.

He didn't lie.

"At the same time, I did it for the Lord."

Valid expression and voice.

Roan glances at Clay's eyes.

Their gaze tangled and tangled.

Time slows down and space shrinks.

That's how the conversation continued.

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