I am the Monarch

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"Ascension?"

Roan's face hardens.

This can't be happening.

No, I thought that was impossible.

"The king chose the throne of the Three Princes Columns and withdrew from the front line and died. '

It certainly was in my last life.

In the process, First Prince Simon Rhynes became a madman and became a madman.

I woke up in the yard after the shamans attacked, and it couldn't have been all wrong.

'Of course.......'

It's true that Denny Von Rhys, the current king, was unwell in the last year.

At the time, Rondo Denny III, who was a terminal spearer, had heard that he had been in bed for quite a long time.

Because of this, I thought it was possible when I heard that Denny III was down and making amends.

And suddenly you want me to win? '

A lot of memories and information from my past life rushed into my head like a storm.

The death of the king.

This wasn't usually a big deal.

'What happened after the death of the king in the last life......?'

I stumbled upon memories.

At that moment, I remembered the cool energy on my stiff face.

'Byron and Estelle.......'

The two kingdoms moved.

Despite the fact that Denny III died, Simon, the Berserker, was a bigger reason than Denny III, but the Byron and Istel kingdoms were clearly militarized after Denny III died.

"Could it be this time? '

Based on my experience so far, I couldn't rule out the possibilities.

The same future you know, a subtly different future, a future you didn't have, a future you didn't have.

What future could the world unfold after the death of Denny III?

I was deeply troubled.

Then.

"My lord, may the king go to Mill as well?" "

Austin cautiously asked.

Harrison was behind it.

"As the situation is dire, the Tavern and Tenebra's troops are unlimited."

"That's right. With the King's ascension in a situation that has not yet been decided by Duke Grain, nothing will happen to him." "

"The king could bleed on Mills."

A lot of stories came out.

But the context was one.

It's dangerous this way.

Roan nods slowly.

"Regroup the entire force. Be prepared to march at any time."

In response, Austin swallowed dry saliva.

"Is the king going to Mills?"

Everyone seemed nervous.

Roan shakes his head slowly.

"Before that, I have something to do."

I needed to find out which future the world would open up to and which one it would belong to.

His gaze was on Chris and Keefe.

"Turn all available men from Agents and Tenebrae to the Byron and Istel kingdoms."

"Ah......."

I didn't need a long explanation.

Everyone nods with low elasticity.

The hostiles couldn't just stare into the overwhelming chaos of the king's death.

Roan's gaze naturally directed to the north-east.

"Let's hope I'm wrong….."

The Lansfield colonists have only recovered from last year's territorial wounds and regained their peaceful lives.

Neither Roan nor anyone else wanted Lancefield's territory to be a battlefield again.

"Phew! I'll take my orders!"

Soon after Chris and Keefe had put up their manners, they went inside the white paper.

With the new mission down, it was time to work hard.

The southern wind blows violently.

* * *

"My prince, we have no time to waste."

"First, we need to receive the palace, or stabilize it."

"Yes, everyone is anxious."

"The prince was the one who was at the forefront of the succession competition. The prince is the first to enter."

The nobles, filled with meeting rooms, set up a bloodbath.

The seat of an elongated table is where the excited voice and gaze are headed.

It was where prince Simon Rhodes sat.

"My prince, many nobles speak the truth."

"It's time to move."

The closest nobles, such as Thio Ruin and Delf Bleak, whispered in a small voice.

"Hmm."

Simon breathes out a long, stiff expression.

He glances at Tio with a beak and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Birdie Louie. Just a few days ago, when I met my father, it wasn't that bad. A father like that died suddenly?"

His voice was cold.

He looked around at the nobles and was a rear horse.

"I don't understand that."

Simon was more angry than sad that his father, Denny III, had died.

A little more time like this, and he would have been named Grand Duke Grain.

To finally be prince of the Rhine Kingdom.

But then Denny III suddenly died and everything fell apart.

'It is not a natural death. This is an assassination. I don't know what he is, but he dares to stand in my way.'

The figure that came to mind immediately were his brothers, Prince Tommy Lines and Prince Three Column Lines.

With rage, reason was blurred.

Then.

"Prince, consider the situation calmly."

Theo narrates in an urgent voice.

"You have to be the first to enter. We can find out all about what happened to His Majesty."

Simon wakes up later.

The livelihood of the snow has faded.

'I almost made a mistake at the important moment again.'

These days, it has become increasingly difficult to control consciousness and personality.

Simon takes a deep breath.

My head cleared up a little.

"All right, everybody get ready. Go to the palace."

Command given with a strong voice.

"Yes! I understand!"

The nobles stood up and responded in a loud voice.

A desire came to mind when I left the conference room.

'That's it. The time has finally come to rise.'

'At least one rank will rise.'

'I hope you will increase your territory.......'

They smile at Simon as they think of the Congolese that will fall when he becomes king.

Thio guarded the conference room until all the nobles were gone.

"My prince."

Very stealthy voice.

Simon pauses, trying to leave the conference room on Thio's call.

"What's going on?"

Bad voice.

Thio sighed for no reason.

"I don't think it's possible to hide the truth from Earl Lancefield anymore."

"Are you talking about Io Lancefield?"

Simon's face hardens.

Boom!

He slaps the table with both hands.

"Dammit, I don't get it! Holy Shrine Crazy Bird......."

"Be careful what you say. Prince."

Theo hurriedly cuts Simon's horse back.

Simon struggles to breathe and shakes his head.

"There's no reason for the Holy See to arrest Io, no matter what you think. If you can't give me the New Testament, all you have to do is refuse."

"Obviously so."

Thio nods bitterly.

He speaks in secret.

"Could it have been someone's hand?"

"Arrest Io?"

When Simon asked, Theo nodded silently.

It was quite possible.

Simon asked reflexively.

"Did Tommy and Column have a rope in the Blue Cross?"

"We all have different connections, so we won't be without them."

"Hmm."

Simon bites his lower lip with a deep tear.

It was useless to find out who had done it separately.

"It would be better if you were honest with Earl Lancefield..."

Theo blurs his words and notices Simon.

Simon shakes his head.

"No, you can't. I'm the one who sent Io to the Holy Shrine anyway. And I hid it for a year. Even though I knew Earl Lancefield was looking for Io."

Even among the reasons for sending Io to the Holy See were the ugly plans to hold him hostage.

It was better to hide it as far as possible.

At the same time, I had to return Io to the Holy See safely.

That way, I could keep Roan by my side as planned.

Simon still believed that.

"Just be careful not to leak as much information as possible."

He gives his useless orders to Thio.

The two had no idea that Roan had already uncovered Io's whereabouts and the story behind it.

"Yes, I'll try."

Thio bows.

I don't know where I am.

Simon opens his chest, tapping Theo's shoulder like that.

"Birdie Louie. Shrug your shoulders. Now is not the time to be so dead."

A struggling, lively voice.

"Shall we go to the palace?"

I also took every step of the way.

Thio stared at it for a moment and hesitated to take a step.

At this point, they did not know.

Every step they take, every step they take leads to a terrible swamp.

* * *

"Hehe. Yeah, he's finally on the move."

"Yes, I did."

Shady locker room.

Eleven men were gathering at one table to talk.

The top of them was Bradley Webster, one of the Four Dukes of the Rhine Kingdom and Simon's outsider.

His face reminds me of a joy that cannot be hidden.

"Simon. Who does he look like? He's too slow. If I hadn't gotten my hands on it, the other guys would have taken it."

One of the ten nobles said in a gentle voice.

"Certainly not like the duc. If you looked like the Duke, you could have been king already....... Hehe."

"Yes, it is."

"It's more like a relative than an outsider. The blood of that stupid Rhine family......."

The arrogant story popped up without a care.

Even Bradley was pleased with the story.

At that moment, one of the best, Rafa Caters bursts into laughter.

"Hehe. But you sent him to the Holy See to do something about it."

That said, one of my best friends, Billy Contes, liked it with clapping hands.

"Yes, I did. Then what is it? We've already done something for the Holy See. Hehe."

"New Drugs? I'd get them for you a long time ago if you were willing to do that. My Duke is very wealthy with His Holiness."

Rafa laughs and fights back.

Bradley shakes his hand quietly, sitting still listening to the nobles' conversation.

At that moment, the noisy locker room was silent.

"Come on, let's stop talking. So what's Simon doing now?"

The nobleman who first told me the news of the palace replied with a smile.

"I've sent a letter to collect the king's body and send it to my brothers."

Once again, laughter bursts out of my mouth.

"No need to clean up a body. No matter how much you look at it, you won't notice. Our methods are subtle."

Amazing stories came out.

The death of Denny III, followed by them.

Besides...

"Hehehehe. Just what we expected."

"Tommy and Column will do what we expect, right?"

"Of course. I will never enter."

"Which madman would step into a tiger's den on his own two feet?"

Confident voices.

"If they had any ideas, they would never say anything."

Bradley narrows his eyes and smiles strangely.

"It's as if Tommy and Column in the southern part of the kingdom have no chance of ever entering at Simon's request. Rather, given the circumstances, there's a good chance we'll rebel against Simon."

"That's exactly what we want."

Rafa slaps him in the face with a contemptible smile.

Bradley lets out a long breath leaning against his back on the chair.

"It took me a long time to get here."

A time of endless waiting.

It wasn't even Bradley's time alone.

"Father, the grudge of our family that has been since our grandfather's time."

The expressions and voices of emotion.

The ten nobles sitting around the table clenched their fists.

"Our Webster family is better suited to the royal family than the stupid Rhine family."

"My grandfather's long-standing family grudge is finally starting to shine."

Ten nobles.

They were all from Webster duchess patrols, close to or far from Bradley.

"You just need to finish well. Just finish….."

Bradley takes a deep breath.

"Now we need to lure Simon into attacking Tommy and Column and making them fight each other hard."

The sound of life flew over my voice.

"Simon will win in the end. But the kingdom will be plunged into battle over the succession of the three princes."

The latter was Rafa.

"The people of the kingdom will vomit over Simon. And that's when......."

"His maggie explodes! Isn't this it?"

Billy exclaims with a excited expression.

Bradley nods.

"Yes. Simon will be captured by Maguire, and the people of the kingdom will suffer even more."

I taught this day the forbidden Mana law right from childhood for this situation.

The nobles' faces excite me.

Bradley's story comes to a pinnacle.

"At that moment, I stand in the judgment of my grandfather, Simon the Tyrant, for the kingdom and the people of the kingdom, with tears in my heart."

"Grrrgh!"

The nobles couldn't bear it and revealed their excitement.

Everyone's got ears in their mouth.

"In the end, Simon is beheaded in my hands and the throne is vacated. The anger of the kingdoms against the Rhine family has reached its zenith, and new people want to lead them."

Moreover, there are no immediate family members of the Rhines who will succeed the throne in the aftermath of the imperial war.

Bradley finishes his speech and looks at the eyes of all the nobles.

My eyes and tail tremble.

"A new age, a new royal family......."

Boom!

Bradley slaps the table with his palm.

"This is our Webster family."

Disgusting and ugly truth.

The Bradley and Webster families.

Behind the ravages of the Rhine Kingdom were these.

They had been hiding their claws for decades.

Bradley gets up on his feet.

"We're going to the palace."

All the nobles stood up.

Bradley shines a sharp glare, standing in front of the lockroom entrance.

"I'm entering as a guest now, but next time..."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"Become the owner and enter the palace."

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