I am the Monarch

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Cham! Cham! Chang!

A flame strikes with the sound of iron.

"Dammit! Have you forgotten our promise?" "

"That's what I want to say!"

The two young nobles wearing fancy armor shouted at each other with swords.

His face was distorted with betrayal and anger.

"We 12 Hatchlings have decided not to be divided even if Prince Charming supports us differently! No matter who inherits the throne, you asked us to be loyal to the kingdom!"

"That's what I'm talking about!"

Both young nobles were members of the 12-hatsling division.

Even though the prince who supported me was different, we were quite well-connected.

But when the succession war began, we ended up pointing swords at each other.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

The sound of the iron bells resounded.

"Ow!"

"Knng!"

Soldiers collapse with the terminals around you.

"Dammit! What's it look like?!"

"Grrrgh!"

Two young nobles poured out their tears at each other.

The gaze was filled with resentment.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Blame!

The two nobles rush towards each other, striking the ground at the same time.

Screaming!

That sounds creepy.

The two black sacks pierce each other's chests.

Couldn't even fall face-to-face.

"Glug. Ooh, this wasn't the world we dreamed of... Ugh."

"Our dreams will turn grey....... Hehe!"

The light disappears from their eyes.

Destruction.

The young nobles who were dreaming of a blue dream for the kingdom crossed the river of death in harmony.

However, 12 Hatchling was not decommissioned.

They were still the future of the kingdom and the dream.

It was a great sprout that could grow a bouquet of flowers as much as it wanted with a good land.

Good land.

There was still good land to look forward to in the Kingdom of Rhine.

* * *

Buck up, buck up.

Every time I moved, a drop of water popped up.

A fierce thunderstorm that can hardly tell the difference between one inch and the next.

"Stop him!"

"Huff!"

Different screams collide.

Soldiers of red armor and soldiers of old armor.

Through the rain, both forces charge violently.

The situation flowed very unilaterally.

Soldiers wearing red armor are storming the walls beyond the old armored soldiers.

"Walk the ladder!"

"Attack! Attack!"

Those who stand at the forefront and encourage soldiers.

Among them was a young man slaughtering enemy soldiers with a black spear.

Red ghost Roan Lancefield.

He's waving his red cape around the battlefield.

Squeak, squeak!

Along with a terrifying sound, the soldiers are dismembered.

"That's Roan Lancefield!"

"Earl Lancefield!"

"Get him! Kill him!"

Some soldiers recognize Roan and rush into a daze.

Roan rolls his feet lightly and rises into the air.

Uahhhhhh!

The rainfall bounces back and forth.

The armor and cloak are red, but the color of Mana flowing through Travis' spear is almost blue.

Uahhhhhh!

The rain flows through the window.

No, the rainfall becomes a vast stream of water that winds the enemy soldiers.

Now, Roan was operating the Lancefield Mana Act, not the Flamdor Mana Act.

The tears of the Spirit King surrounding Manahall have been stirring and controlling the rainfall.

He looked like a knight of water, a god of similar water.

Kwakwang!

A stream of water rushes through the ground with a bang.

"Kuaak!"

"Huff!"

At that time, the soldiers, as well as the regular knights, were thrown out everywhere.

"Phew."

You squeeze your small open lips and take a short breath.

For a moment, a strange static settled.

Roan's gaze leads to a sturdy, solid castle in the rain.

Ness Castle is the strategic link between South and North.

It was a must-have for Simon, Tommy, and Column.

That is why it was the place where its owner had changed more than ten times since the beginning of the succession war.

A wall with dozens of ladders and ropes.

And the Lancefield soldiers climbing up that wall.

Blame!

Roan lunges for the wall.

Running through falling rain.

Squeak, squeak!

Travis' spear moves like a dance.

"Knng!"

"Huff!"

Every time, with the rain, the back of the enemy soldiers is cut in half.

Suddenly, a wall appeared in front of you.

Win!

You twist your wrist and pour Mana out.

Pa!

Travis' spear rises at a rapid rate.

The end of the spear burrows beneath the wall.

At the same time.

Fight!

Roan bounces up into the air with a heavy sound.

"Oh!"

"Waaaah!"

The Lancefield troops surrounding the walls are amazed with their eyes wide open.

In their eyes, Roan was a disgrace, not a man.

Kinnis!

Roan called Kinnis, balancing in the air.

[Only when I look like this!]

Soon Kinis flew in front of her eyes and moved her hands dizzily.

Thung! Thung!

A large and small mass of water is formed under Roan's feet.

Pavat!

Roan stepped on them lightly and climbed down the wall.

Bang!

A lot of crouching.

With a loud bang, a footprint was placed on the wall.

At the same time, there was a gust of wind around Roan.

The rainstorm that was so hard to fathom that it dried up and bounced off.

"Grrrgh!"

"What the hell!"

Enemy soldiers occupying the walls grip their teeth with a strong gust that pushes them back.

Roan smiles blurrily, unwinding his crouching body.

"Now……"

A small but powerful voice.

"There is no place for you here in the castle of Nice."

Travis' spear circles around his wrist.

Idiot!

The windshield cracked the space.

Squeak, squeak!

Along with a terrifying sound, the soldiers' limbs are cut off.

After that, Roan's cold voice falls over the wall.

"All is lost."

* * *

"Supply was resolved without a problem."

"You're Clay, too."

"As soon as you get back on the line, you're pretending to be on a tough mission."

Praise sounds pour in from place to place.

Clay, a young man with very thin eyes, shakes his head with a faint smile.

"No, thanks to everyone's help. I look forward to your continued support."

Very humble appearance that doesn't fit.

"We really appreciate it."

Immediately, several officers left the office with a bunch of paperwork.

The remaining clay stood up after a brief review of key documents.

I can see the thick rain coming out the window.

"The weather must be bad for everyone."

He was clearly worried, but his expression was very strange.

'Has it been ten days since I returned to the front line.......'

It was only a year since I returned to Terminal Control responsible for monitoring and intercepting Roan.

All major members of Earl Lansfield's succession battles, including Roan.

Roan gave Clay the task of dispensing troops with the erl's household.

In just ten days, Clay completed one of his most challenging supply missions.

The tale of Lancefield's brain is powerful enough to flow from one side to the other.

"It was a really boring and disappointing year......."

A voice with deep repentance.

An uproar rages in his cold sunken eyes.

"My lord, do you trust me now? '

It took me a year.

Clay was a waste of time.

During that time, he thought about and thought about many things, and made various plans.

'I've been waiting for this moment.'

I had a strange smile on my mouth.

Clay takes a shallow breath and lightly shakes his right hand.

Meow. Meow.

Soon, two cats appeared.

Clay strokes their heads and mutters strange words for a while.

How long has it been?

"Take good care of her."

A small whisper.

Meow.

The cats bowed once and immediately left the office.

Clay takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

"My Lord, it's my turn. '

My heart was racing.

'Let the Lord begin at the bottom this time.'

The smile on my mouth became darker.

'Cats, take care.'

If only cats would arrive as planned, things would be easy.

Whether they knew the breeze of Clay or not, the cats came out of the office and walked around as if they were lovers.

You make your way through the dark corridor and out of the fortress, blowing yourself into the small garden.

Walking diligently even in the rain.

They were about to pass through the garden and enter Mediacis Castle.

"My kittens. It's raining like this. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

A woman in a deep black hood with a sweet, beautiful voice stands in front of the cats.

Soon after, another three black hooded men appeared behind her.

"The druid's cat."

"As expected."

"Let's take a look at this hand before a human named Clay notices."

"Yes, I'd like that."

Unknown word.

Immediately, one of the black hooded men stepped forward and moved his hands dizzily.

The green light flashed.

Meow.

The cats cry small in the light that gently surrounds them, and then they slumber.

"Hmmm. Clay's a clever man, I see. Druid's technique is greater than I thought."

The person who was shaking his hands earlier said in a surprised voice.

The first person to reveal himself to me took off his deep pressed hood and shaken his head.

"That would be human-grade."

Face revealed under the rain.

It was an incredibly beautiful face.

White skin, big eyes, red lips.......

But most surprisingly, it was a pointed ear that sat under the mystical hair that seemed to be a mixture of green and gold.

Immediately, everyone in the back took off their hoods.

They were all beautiful and handsome men and women alike.

No, to be precise, they weren't human.

Elves.

They disappeared hundreds of years ago after the war against Humans and appeared in Mediah's permanent garden.

One of the elves holds the sleeping cats in his arms.

"Like my queen and Earl Lancefield said, Clay was thinking of dealing with Duke Bradley Webster."

The cat's head was stroked and the whispering was truly enormous.

However, the elves nod, smiling faintly, with no surprise.

"As expected."

"Then shall we move on as Earl Lancefield had intended?"

"I hope so."

The elf hugs the cat, smiling and nodding.

Green light flows from the palm of your hand and envelops the cats.

Meow.

Sleeping cats wake up crying small.

They rub their faces against the back of the elf's hands, then rush towards Mediacis Castle in full swing.

The elves smile faintly at the distant cats.

Ridiculously beautiful. Rather unrealistic.

They push their hoods back deeper into the garden and hide themselves.

They still had work to do.

* * *

"Yes?! What do you mean instant food?"

Birch of Thio Luin and the nobles shouted in surprise.

The place where they could see was Simon Lines, sitting in the conference room, sitting on a giant chair.

Simon looks down at you with a startled look.

"I've already leveled more than half the kingdom. Moreover, Earl Lancefield has stabilized and joined the north-eastern border. Tommy and Column won't last much longer."

He clasped his hands together and coldly glanced at the back of his horse.

"So now I think it's appropriate to sit on the throne and exercise the king's rights both internally and externally….. don't you?"

At that, the nobles smiled awkwardly and bowed their heads.

At that time, the closest Thio replied with a cautious voice.

"You were right to win the succession war. However, Prince Tommy and the forces that follow Prince Colum are not yet fully established. So just a little more......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I should be king, should I not kneel before Tommy or Column any longer? Even after I've ascended to the throne, pointing a sword is a countermeasure."

Simon frowns.

Smell of fury blooms.

'Again.......'

Thio gripped his teeth.

As time went by, Simon lost control of his emotions.

'I need a new drug.'

I was desperate.

What Simon needed now was not an instant, but the Holy See's new drug.

However, the New Testament was an agent on how to get it according to the New Testament.

I had hoped for Io, but he was detained in the Holy See.

The only one left was Duke Bradley Webster.

'But Duke Webster is also in a state of turmoil because of the succession war, and you and the Duke are not the same...'

It got complicated in my head.

Then.

"My intentions are solid. Prepare for immediate immobilization."

Simon decides with a red face.

At that time, Sheet Wiggins, the head of the 12-Hatzling family and baron of the kingdom, stepped forward.

"My prince, it is considered somewhat difficult for the royal family crest and the royal pigeon to go on an immediate sabbatical because they describe their whereabouts. It would be better if after the war the sentences and the noodles were hydrogenated….."

The sheet raises a note to Simon in a soft voice.

Of course, Simon didn't like it.

"Enough!"

Eventually, a feverish howl erupted.

He jumps out of his seat and walks toward the sheet.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed dry saliva with a nervous look.

One and only one.

Sheeman stares at Simon with a expressive expression.

'If I die here, it will be my destiny too.'

My heart was beating fast.

Simon's eyes glaze back at you.

"Seat Wiggins."

"Yes, my prince."

Emergency situation.

Thio stands close behind Simon, just in case.

'Baron Wiggins is an important talent.'

The ball I had set up was not enough.

Simon glances at the sheet, slowly raising his right hand.

Punch in the palm.

"I am the first prince of the Rhine Kingdom and most worthy of the prestigious and glorious throne. Is that wrong?"

"No, but immediacy..."

"Enough!"

Simon sighs again.

He turns around, loosening his fist.

"Get out of my sight now."

Simon barely manages to control his rage.

If he had completely lost his mind and been obsessed with madness, he would have cut off the sheet's head right now.

The sheet stands still and stares at Simon's rear view.

It was the image I had followed all the time looking at it.

"My Prince......."

The sheet takes a deep breath.

Theo winks at you from across the street.

It means, "Stand down."

'Whew.'

I took a long breath on my own.

The sheet bends at the waist against Simon's back.

"I'll leave you to it."

Simon is unresponsive.

Sheet walked out of the conference room with her teeth crossed.

You hear Simon's shout as you walk out the door.

"Prepare for immediate immediacy now!"

Eventually, things turned out the way Simon wanted them to.

"Send out invitations! All those who do not will be considered enemies!"

The immediacy that had to be recorded was about to be watered in blood.

The sheet moves and exhales for a long time.

The more I did, the more frustrated my heart became.

Exactly one month after that, Simon's immediate execution took place in King's Mill.

On the attendee list.......

There was no Roan.

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