I am the Monarch

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"Did you hear that? The Knights of the Realm appeared yesterday in Dolan, Western Territory."

"I heard. Even Baron Dolan lasted a long time......."

"Isn't your youngest son just five years old?"

"That's right. That must be it."

"Did you strangle a five-year-old child?"

"Of course. Last time I cut the head of a baby......."

The men dressed in shambles gathered at the entrance of the alleyway and chatted.

Tense expression.

"Fear politics, fear politics."

"Prince Simon has been suffocating ever since he performed an immediate ritual."

"All the nobles and authorities who didn't attend the immediacy are getting strangled, aren't they?"

"Yes, the whole family."

Everyone swallowed the drought.

"At least this much of our territory is now that the lord has died......."

"They locked the gates and sold all the villagers to slavery."

"Phew. What it looks like......."

"When will this bloody, terrible war be over?"

There were sighs, complaints, and complaints.

At that time, the youngest man asked with a cautious look.

"But what happened to Earl Lancefield? You didn't attend the impromptu ceremony, did you?"

There was definitely a rumor like that.

In response, a man who knew the news quite well smiled and replied with a blurred smile.

"Earl Lancefield was unable to attend the immediate ceremony at that time. We were fighting Prince Tommy and Prince Column."

Everyone nods.

"We don't have enough to defeat Byron and Estelle….."

"Pushing the two princes out alone......."

"He's a great guy."

Admiration and awe.

"I heard Prince Simon didn't insist on attending again and again."

Everyone nods with a decent look.

But the oldest man shook his head, smiling bitterly.

"Rumor has it he was quite unpleasant, though..."

Gap.

Rumor has it there was a gap between Roan and Simon from the beginning of the immediacy.

Rumors were also heard that Two-Man Tommy Lines and Three-Man Column Lines were trying to use them.

It didn't seem right, of course.

At that time, the young man who first brought up Roan's story sighed for a long time.

"I heard the Northeast Kingdom is so nice to live in....... I want to move there if I think about it."

The other guys were surprised by the words, and they snatched their heads.

"Sounds like trouble. Crossing the border right now is risking your life. But......."

"You can't help but want to go to Lansfield, can you?"

"Yes. It's peaceful there."

Everyone's face is slightly dazed.

A rumor came to mind about Earl Lancefield.

A peaceful and welcoming place.

Even with the entire Reich at war, Earl Lancefield said the laughter of the British could not be stopped.

It was not a good place to live just because there was no war and fighting.

Earl Lancefield said there were no evil nobles or authorities, and no one starved or starved to death.

People who want can learn to write and learn skills or farming.

Even fishermen on the stage at Lake Porsche were known to support vessels with substantial amounts.

The young man's gaze turned to the left and to the right.

"Compared to this place......."

A barren and fucking urban landscape.

"It's like hell."

Scary to the end.

"Hey! There! What are you doing in there? Fly the Wheat Sack!"

A soldier dressed in an armor screams, his eyes gleaming.

"Yes, yes! Coming!"

"I'll be with you soon!"

The men hurriedly moved as they shrugged.

As I left the alleyway entrance and entered the inner city streets, a harsh scene unfolded.

Hundreds of men carry large quantities of wheat on their wagons.

By Simon's command, the king was transporting food that had been stockpiled in the city to Mill.

'In the yard where we have nothing to eat...'

But I could not make a sound of pain.

Because those who refused to give up the Wheat Sacks were united in the square.

I was hungry, but my life was just as precious.

The young man gripped the wheat sack on his shoulder.

'Dammit. If we can't make it to Lansfield territory.......'

My heart was beating fast.

"I hope Earl Lancefield will come to our territory….."

A desperate wind.

But there was very little chance of that happening right now.

This desolate land, where a young man was born and growing and staying, was already under Simon's influence.

"Earl Lancefield is Prince Simon's man. '

There's no way Roan's gonna put a knife to Simon, not Tommy or Column.

Youth, or most people, thought so.

And that was somewhat true.

At least not yet.

* * *

"Good news! Earl Lancefield has defeated Arans, one of Prince Tommy's elite troops, and taken Castle Caps!"

"Oh! That's wonderful!"

Birch Thio Ruin is greatly pleased with the messenger's report.

The other nobles who were accompanying me were the same.

Currently, only the Lancefield Territories are continuing their victory without ever losing to any of Simon Line's supporters.

"The southeastern hemisphere will soon be at peace."

"The southern peace is imminent."

I couldn't stop flattering my father.

However, Simon's expression, sitting on the throne, is not very bright.

"It's hard to look at a man's face when he's on a winning streak....... Tsk."

I heard the sound of kicking my tongue out loud.

The faces of the nobles were stiff.

"Hmmm."

Theo lowers his head, smiling.

"Earl Lancefield's case is that he has no time to leave the front lines, beating the enemy on the front lines and placing them at ease. The king will enter Mill soon, so be patient."

"But......."

Simon blurs for a moment.

'I can't help feeling bad.'

I swallowed the last one.

After the last immediacy, I didn't like every single one of Roan's actions.

'This is bad.'

Theo's expression became urgent as he watched the situation.

Nevertheless, some of the supportive nobles came or left Simon's side after the last immediacy.

No, Simon was thinning out the nobles himself, to be exact.

'But they and Earl Lancefield are different.'

Roan was literally the strongest of Simon's powers.

Turning a skilled person like Roan against him in a situation where the kingdom has yet to be completely at peace is very troubling.

'As good a relationship as Earl Lancefield should be. At least until we have leveled the kingdom.......'

Thio quickly rolled his head.

Rather than scraping it and making a bush, I was much better off talking about it.

"Ah!"

I just remembered one news that bothers me these days.

"In addition, Earl Lancefield is distracted by the uprising that is taking place throughout the kingdom."

The expression of the other nobles brightens up terribly when the horse ends.

To measure thio's will all at once.

"That's right. The Black Line has an unusual power."

"They refused to be the people of the Rhine kingdom themselves. the inverse hats that must be subdued and destroyed."

The nobles quickly confronted each other.

Trying to change the subject.

Fortunately, Simon is interested in the Black Line story.

"The Black Line….. they call themselves Black Flowers in Darkness? Hmph. Those arrogant things......."

He chews his lower lip tightly and spits out an insult.

The Black Line.

The first was the Black Flower Guild, where the families of the fighting men of the castle that Simon decapitated were devoted to revenge.

As the succession war rages on here, Simon, Tommy, and Column join forces with those who have lost precious people, their power begins to grow rapidly.

Furthermore, until now, it has become possible to join ordinary people who have lost their homes due to war and combat, and to form a force beyond the territorial armies of any great noble.

Of course, that's the number. The actual force level was worse than the regular army.

"Those who join the rebellion should all behead their families and relatives."

There is no order for mercy.

"Black flowers? Heh. I'll crush you like crazy."

Simon has a nasty smile on his mouth.

'Prince....... No, Your Majesty.......'

Although it was an immediate execution of Simon's will, he was officially king.

Theo sighs for a moment as he looks at Simon.

'Why is my personality getting more violent?'

Nowadays, I haven't been practicing the Mana method that is a problem.

Nevertheless, he appeared even more exuberant shortly after ascending to the throne.

I became cruel without knowing my own personality.

'I have to take good care of her.'

Theo's mind got complicated.

Then.

"Your Majesty!"

With a bright and clear voice, the battle door was wide open.

"Ah! Grandfather."

Simon smiles and lowers his head slightly.

The voice was the Duke of Bradley Webster.

"I'm on my way back from the west."

"Well done."

A gentle conversation came and went.

But his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

They were in an awkward state because of the Holy See drug problem.

However, it was still a thick friendship because of the situation.

Strategic partnerships.

That was Simon's relationship with Bradley.

Bradley glances around at the nobles with a short cough.

"Your Majesty, I need to speak to you privately."

"Alone? Hmm."

Simon ponders for a moment, then nods slightly.

As soon as I opened my eyes to Thio, all the nobles left the battle.

"Get out of here, too, Louis."

Bradley shakes his head at Thio, trying to defend his position.

Theo didn't listen, so he stayed put.

"It's okay. Just go away for a second."

Simon shakes his hand with a hazy smile.

"Then I'll be right outside the door."

Theo bows his head and leaves the battle.

Bradley frowns a little, even if his appearance is not pleasant.

"It's because you think of me as a child."

Simon smiles, smiling as if to ignore it.

like my great-grandfather. '

I swallowed the horse without spitting it out.

Bradley nods slowly and looks at Simon.

Their gaze tangled with each other.

I was sure that my eyes and tail were smiling, but my eyes were cold.

"Is this something you want to get closer to......?"

Simon throws his horse out.

Then Bradley smiles brightly and brings out his business.

It was truly an amazing and delightful story.

"I have found a way to rule His Majesty Magi."

* * *

Two or two!

The dust rises with the sound of the hooves.

Over a dozen wagons have crossed the field.

What a spectacular sight.

"Deploy!"

The former commander waves his hand and sends a call.

Water fluttered from front and back.

Command given without slowing down the running speed.

The wagons that marched forward in a rectangular formation spread to the left and to the right.

The horse chariot, which was protecting the wagon, quickly climbs over the ridge that rises in front of you.

"Waaaah!"

"Die!"

"Death to the traitors!"

An enormous scream struck my ears.

At the same time, a brutal battlefield unfolds down the hill.

< Sek Corps. >

The army occupying the south was Tommy's army.

That's a strong name, too.

On the contrary, an army situated to the north was formidable and shabby.

Even the flag that rises in the middle tilted several cloths.

< Black Line. >

An armed group of Rhine citizens.

It was a public revolution group that stood up against the tribal tradition and tyranny of the three princes.

"Kill him!"

"Traitors die!"

The Sect forces have pushed the Black Line into a dazzling position.

Although there were many Black Lines, the force itself was superior to that of the Czech forces.

Then.

Pa!

A huge army rises from the hillside.

A red cape that flutters violently due to the southern wind.

It was Roan Lancefield who was running around kicking the horse's belly out of a black Trivas spear.

He marches off into the battlefield with his direct troops, Amaranth and the Taoists.

Two or two!

The hoof sounds noisy.

The squadron and the Black Line, which then fought amongst themselves, turned their gaze toward the hills.

"What, what?!"

"Boo, the Red Legion?"

The eyes of both soldiers and members widen.

"Lancefield Territory!"

Red waves pouring down the hills.

Everyone opened their mouths.

"Ver, you're already here?!"

"No, that's ridiculous."

The commanders mutter with a half-mesmerized face.

I was familiar with Lancefield's extraordinary speed of march.

But this was too fast.

I don't know if it's the cavalry.

"Waaaahhhh!"

Soon, with a great scream, another red wave rises over the hills.

Thousands of infantry forces.

At that moment, Roan, the earliest runner, raises his spear high.

"Open fire!"

A loud voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Phew!"

Following you, the commanders of the Thousand Commander and his armor raise Mana in a shout.

"Ugh!"

A short time ago, the Shek Force and the Black Line, which had just pushed each other hard, retreated behind a staggering dance.

Who are you?

Who are you going to attack? '

Everyone looks at Roan and the Red Legion, swallowing their thirst.

Where the red tide will sweep through!

I got confused with my gaze.

And...

Kuaang!

A red force, led by Roan, sweeps through the battlefield with a bang.

"Oh, shit!"

"Stupid……!"

It was the Sect that swept through the Red Wave.

Glug glug!

A flame rises through Travis' spear.

Bang, bang!

"Knng!"

"Huff!"

With a loud bang, the soldiers of the Sect Army bounce off the ground into a ball of fire.

"Ooh, we are the legion of kingdoms!"

"They're rebels, even in the Inheritance War!"

"Shouldn't we attack them first?!"

"They rebelled against the Kingdom of Rhine!"

The commanders of the Sect clamor as they raise their blood.

But Roan didn't make a move.

He swings Travis' spear with a thick look.

Kwakwang!

With the sound of the blast, the commanders of the Sect Army split in two.

Even Roan, who handled the firearm, was clearly great, but he reminded me of the god of fire.

"Ugh! Run, run!"

"I can't fight the Red Ghost!"

"The Red Army is no match for us!"

Eventually, the line of the Sect Army collapses.

Loser.

"Chase!"

Roan quickly completed the pursuit by a call.

A Thousand Tribe has entered the assassination plot.

The battle was over in a heartbeat.

Gulp.

The members of the Black Line stood still and swallowed dry saliva.

'Strong.'

The talents of Roan and Lancefield.

'Not enough rumors.'

'It's not a red ghost, it's a shame, a shame.'

I was filled with awe.

At that moment, Roan, who was repairing the battlefield, drives his horse to the front of the Black Line.

Roan stands alone in front of thousands of Black Line members.

Nonetheless, it was Roan who was gaining strength.

"Well, what are you going to do with us?"

The highest-ranking member of the Black Line asked with a nervous expression.

If Ronan commands destruction here, the Black Line will be destroyed.

'Prince Simon asked us to slit the throats of our families and relatives, as well as ours.'

"Earl Lancefield is Prince Simon's best friend. '

'Is our destiny far enough…..'

The faces of the members of the Black Line are filled with despair.

Then.

"The Black Line. Is the Black Flower correct?"

Soft questions.

A faint smile comes to Roan's mouth.

The Black Line members nod silently.

Roan takes a deep breath and plugs Travis' spear into the ground.

"I will take care that flower will not wither forever."

A flower that never withers.

Amaranth.

The new Amaranth has a new flower bouquet.

"Are you picking us up?"

The Black Line members looked at Roan with their eyes wide open.

They stammer with an unbelievable look on their faces.

"Well, we are traitors who have rebelled against the three princes."

"If Prince Simon finds out about this, he'll leave Earl Lancefield alone."

Worried voice.

The leading member cautiously asked.

"Isn't the Earl doing this for Prince Simon?"

At this point, Roan turns his horse and looks west.

At the end of it was the king, too, Mills.

"Prince Simon?"

Roan shakes his head slowly.

"You're welcome. I..."

My voice went out of my mind.

"Neither Prince Simon nor Prince Tommy nor Prince Column..."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"I fought for the people of the kingdom."

"Ah......."

All members of the Black Line burst into low elasticity.

Roan turns his head and looks the members straight in the eye.

"Let the king go to Milr, too."

Soft majesty flows from my body.

"Let's go sow flowers, not blood."

The Black Line members nod unknowingly.

Roan turns his head again to the west, and the king looks where Mills is.

"The seeds of flowers that never wither......."

Amaranth.

The time has finally come for his name to envelop the kingdom.

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