I am the Monarch

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I ran like the wind.

The chariots of Gail's troops from the Lancefield army were that fast.

The wide road was clean and empty.

Thanks to this, the chariot never slows down until it reaches Mediah Castle.

Clyde and Gordon had no idea why, but this was also possible thanks to the alarm system, one of Earl Lancefield's multiple systems.

"Khh, Clyde."

Gordon stammers and points forward.

Clyde, who is leaning down under the chariot, gives you a slight head.

Immediately, my eyes widened.

"Castle of Light?"

The castle situated in darkness was clearly shining bright.

Caldwell, who was driving the chariot, smiles and nods.

"People who have seen the night view of Mediah Castle say that it is the City of Light."

A voice full of pride.

Did you put a jewel in it? '

If so, it was the most extravagant act in history.

However, Clyde and Gordon find that as they get closer to Mediacis Castle, the identity of the light is not a jewel.

"Lamp?"

The two of them muttered, facing each other.

Caldwell, who was driving the chariot again, replied briefly.

"It's a magic lamp."

"Ah......."

Clyde bursts low elasticity.

It was magic again.

"Has there ever been a place where magic could be used like this? '

Clyde shakes his head.

Magic in this age was one of a kind of luxury.

After the dragon disappeared, the magical power, the type of magic, and the popularity of magic gradually faded.

'I thought only attack magic would help in war and battle now…..'

I thought there were no nobles or powers to support and support the auxiliary enchantments that didn't help with the power immediately.

With Clyde right now, I couldn't think of a single tower to back me up.

When I thought about it.

Pa!

One of the magic lamps illuminating the walls reveals a troop of chariots.

Clyde and Gordon seem a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of light.

However, Caldwell's expression was so bold.

"Flag up!"

Immediately, a squadron jumps onto the chariot in front of you in a resounding voice.

< Gayle Squad 1. >

A flag for your squad.

It was a flag that had never existed.

It was one of the changes due to the maintenance of the organizational system of the unit over the past year.

Kuang.

There was no further verification procedure.

The swarm of light that had been poured out disappeared and the gate that was firmly closed opened gently.

Perfect collaboration.

The hordes of chariots continue to break through the gates.

At the same time.

"Ah......."

Clyde and Gordon once again have to burst into resilience, even if they promise not to be surprised.

A new world unfolded before my eyes.

'Yes, what the merchant said at that time.......'

I remembered the words of the merchant I met in the Magic Wagon.

< It's a really different world. especially in a nocturnal city. >

I felt like I could understand what he meant.

At the same time, why many people, including themselves, call Mediacis Castle the Castle of Light.

"Gordon. There must be no night in Mediah Castle."

"Well, I guess so."

Gordon nods at Clyde's words.

The view in front of your eyes.

From the beginning of the gate that had just passed, the high lights were located on either side of the road, reaching towards the center.

The white light was perfectly pushing away the darkness of the city.

Beneath it, many of the saints were chatting and enjoying a walk.

At sunset, everything was completely different from the rest of the territories that went into the house.

Caldwell slowly stops the chariot.

"From here on out, you'll have to ride the wagon."

It was forbidden to operate the chariot in the city.

"Yes, I understand."

Clyde and Gordon unhook their feet and get down under the trolley.

A wagon appeared, as if waiting.

What a chaotic look.

The three of them rode together in a wagon to Lansfil White Paper.

Clyde and Gordon are busy watching Mediacis Castle unfold outside the wagon.

Forgetting how important their mission is right now.

In fact, it was not unusual or strange to look at the inside of the castle.

It was just so beautiful that the stone buildings under the magic lamp sparkled.

"This is a different world."

Clyde mutters with a half-dazzled expression he doesn't even know.

The world outside Earl Lancefield was a battlefield of fierce survival every day.

There was no place as relaxed and peaceful as here.

Is there going to be a bigger difference now? Or....... '

Will this place or the outside world be hell?

Thinking about what was going to happen, I felt frustrated.

At that time, the wagon was slowing down.

The landscape outside the window changed.

"Backwriting."

Permanence.

He entered Roan's residence.

Caldwell smiles silently and opens the carriage door.

It's as if this is the end of all your commitments.

Suddenly, the landscape outside the door came into view.

"Erl Lansfield......."

Clyde hardens like a statue without even knowing it.

A young man standing at the front door of a wagon.

He was definitely Roan Lancefield.

"Was he that big? '

I feel suffocated.

The former king also remembered the first time he met Roan in Mill.

'It's different from back then.'

At that time, I thought he was unusual, but not yet.

'At that time, I thought it would be worth trying...'

Now I dare not even look at him.

"Clyde. It's been a long time."

Soft but powerful voice.

Roan was impatient, but he did not disobey.

"Yes, yes. It's been a long time."

Clyde grins and bows once more.

Roan casually bows to Gordon, who was standing beside him, and then takes the point out.

I couldn't wait any longer.

"Where is the godfather?"

Clyde takes a deep breath and pulls out a thick envelope from his left side.

He politely extends the envelope with both hands.

"See for yourself."

Roan looks down at the envelope for a moment and carefully reaches out.

Tuck.

My fingertips touched the envelope.

Everyone who was there swallowed dry saliva.

Everyone was intuitive.

The moment that envelope opens, the age of peace will end.

* * *

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Duke Francis Wilson, one of the four Dukes of the Rhine Kingdom and defending the current king, Denny Von Rheis, bowed his head with a solemn look.

"Don't bow like that. It's not your fault."

Dry voice.

Denny III, who was lying on the bed, struggled to smile.

Francis kneels near the bed.

"I'll keep the royal crest and stamp."

"Yes. You'd better."

Denny III nods slowly.

His face had a strong look.

"You mean you're not damaged by your reckless life?"

This is a question I've already asked several times, but I wanted to ask it again.

Likewise, Francis has answered the same question several times before, but once again without annoying expression.

"Yes. You don't know the type, but you're definitely addicted to it."

"Hmm."

Denny III wept.

He once again asked the question in his mind.

"You don't know who the culprit is?"

Francis can only answer the same question.

"Sorry, we don't know at this time."

I've secretly searched for the route of poisoning in several directions, but nothing has been revealed.

For a moment, the heavy silence looms.

How long has it been? Francis grins and opens his mouth.

"But there was a diagnosis by the congressman and the eunuchs that there was no interruption in life. If you give it a good boost, you'll be up and about in no time."

It was not a lie to soothe the complex and depressed inside.

In fact, Denny III was not at risk for his life just because his strength was low.

However, the biggest problem was that he could not find out who wrote the female handwriting.

'I, the Duke of the Kingdom, cannot even catch the tail of the veil.'

At least it tells you that the identity of the darkness is more than your own power.

Because of this, Francis decided to consult Denny III to move the royal family crest and stamp to a safe place.

'It's just in case, just in case.'

Francis himself tried not to put much meaning into the movement of sentences and ladybirds.

Then Denny III looks up at the ceiling and calls Francis.

"Francis."

"Yes, tell me."

Francis squeezes his head quickly.

Denny III hesitates for a moment and struggles very hard.

I wanted to ask it several times, but I couldn't ask it.

"You didn't do this to my children, did you?"

1st Prince Simon Lines, 2nd Prince Tommy Lines, 3rd Prince Column Lines.

I wonder if they were blinded on the next great king and poisoned their father himself.

It was doubts I didn't even want to think about.

Francis does not give a rash answer.

He gripped his teeth.

I could not confidently say, "No, absolutely not, there is no such thing."

Few are stronger than their own forces.

Three princes were included in the few numbers.

"Yes, I said I don't know yet."

Denny III shakes his head in a hollow tone.

Francis looks at it quietly and stands up slowly.

"Shin Princes Wilson. I'll be right back."

"Yes, go quickly."

It was not an evasion.

He intended to return with the royal family crest and soup.

Francis' footsteps out of the royal chambers were heavy and swift.

But Francis will regret this decision for the rest of his days.

History began and went unnoticed, forcing someone to sacrifice.

* * *

Calm down.

Clyde and Gordon think that Roan will throw up and hit the table.

But he was really calm.

After lowering the envelope, Roan takes a deep breath.

"Are you all right?"

Austin cautiously asked.

Roan taps the envelope with his fingertips and looks straight at Clyde.

I could see it in my eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, not yet…"

Clyde hesitates for a moment and nods.

"Whew."

On the contrary, Roan breathes out a long breath.

"The Godfather is in the Holy See......."

With a small muttering, all the goblins nod with a depressed look on their faces.

Holy Shrine.

In size, it was smaller than the Rhine Palace.

But their influence was the continent's greatest.

It is the sole foundation of the Ruth Church, which the Empire and the Kingdom both designate as a country, and it is the only organization that governs the Ruth Church members around the world.

They were located within the Estia Empire, but were recognized for their independence.

It was a place where even the breath of the Empire could not reach.

It was no surprise that the Agence and Tenebrae forces were unable to locate Io Lancefield's trail.

On the contrary, it is remarkable that Clyde, one of the merchants, has learned of news inside the Holy See.

'Since the Clyde Merchant Guild's roots were originally in the Estia Empire.......'

Moreover, he told me that the amount is small, but he is delivering goods to the Holy Shrine.

"He left on Prince Simon's orders......."

Roan mutters in a small voice.

Clyde nods coldly, with bright ears.

"Yes, that part was confirmed by Prince Column."

"Have you not figured out why?"

"Yes, I couldn't figure out why Io Lancefield went to the Holy See. But it's clear that the Holy See is not in a good mood."

Clyde replies with a cautious voice.

No matter how long the columns and Clydes fly, they can't even figure out that Simon needs the Holy See New Testament.

Roan nods slowly and picks up the envelope and puts it in his chest.

"I'll have to ask Prince Simon about that myself."

"To Prince Simon?"

Clyde looks a little surprised.

I had no idea that Roan would react so quickly.

"If you like, Prince Column can look into it."

I poured out my prepared words coldly.

I was going to do you a favor and make you owe.

However, Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"No, but I was going to see Prince Simon. I wanted to ask you some questions."

My eyes sank cold.

"I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me."

"Yes? Well, that's..."

Clyde glances at Elva.

Elva nods slightly.

"Earl, we have a coffin..."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Baron Diona."

Low call.

An even colder look.

Gulp.

Elba shudders unwittingly.

'You don't have to scratch it to make a booth.'

I'm afraid I have to step back now.

Elba looks at Clyde and Gordon and leaves the conference room.

Clyde and Gordon can't hold out much longer, so they politely greet each other and go after Elva.

After taking measures outside the door, Roan looked back at Austin, Sammy, Harrison, Chris, Keefe and Brian.

"The king goes to Milr, too."

Short command.

Austin asked on behalf of everyone.

"Are you ready to march?"

The entire chastity swallowed the thirsty saliva.

Advance to the Royal Road with a troop-sized force.

I could have taken the blame for it.

Roan shakes his head.

"Just me, Harrison, Keefe and Brian."

"It's too dangerous."

Chris immediately disagreed.

Roan nods.

He was also careful not to let himself down by talking to the old Clay.

"I intend to take 500 Thammas and Tenebrae troops separately."

No, precisely. Secretly, very secretly.

Following the fall, the passengers sigh and bow.

"Yes, I will do as I'm told."

Situation in progress.

Meanwhile, Elba, Clyde and Gordon, who had left the conference room, were in their own way.

'We must first send a letter to Prince Column.'

Things were changing rapidly.

I had to report what was happening on Lansfield so the column could prepare in advance.

However, a sudden, earth-shattering accident caused the world to turn upside down and exploded in Mill.

"Feed! Feed!"

Four days later, King Roan and his group, who were about to leave for Mill, rushed in with an urgent look on their faces.

The informant rushes in like the wind and sits on one knee in front of Roan.

He shouts at those with a curious aura of power.

"Your Majesty! Your Highness!"

Thunderous sounds and lightning strikes.

Everyone's face hardened.

The informant once more nods and shouts.

"Your Majesty has ascended!"

The upheaval began with the king in Mill.

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