I am the Monarch

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"What's going on?"

Earl Lancefield's Druid Administration Director Seripa asked in a bold voice.

"What's going on? because of our last appointment."

Clay was the one who laughed and lightly tossed the horse.

He folds his fingers and clutches his chin.

Unexpectedly disgusting.

Serifa glances at him and sighs for a short while.

"Hoo. Is this really necessary?"

"Of course. The Lord is the one who started it."

"That's because you've been watching and listening to the lord."

"That was my job."

Clay didn't hesitate a bit.

Thinner eyes became smaller.

"The mission? To use the lord? Ridiculous....... Whew. No, no, no."

Seripa has not finished his sentence.

Clay shrugs and bites.

"Will you break your promise?"

Seripa hasn't answered for a while.

A moment later, he takes another deep breath.

"Hoo. You can't break a Druid's oath."

Druid's oath.

It was different from the promise of ordinary humans.

As a form of magic or enchantment, if a party breaks an oath, its ability or life will be cured.

Similar types include Wizard's Oath, Shaman's Oath, and more.

"So what exactly do I do?"

I wasn't full.

It is for the Druid, but his grace to him was never small.

No, actually, it was huge.

My eyes were shaking very briefly.

Clay, however, unmindful of his plans.

"First go with the druids to the northwest of the kingdom."

"Northwest?"

"Duke Webster."

"Hmm."

Somewhat anticipated

It was the hardest part since Clay got back on the line.

"At the same time, I'm looking to confuse Earl Lancefield."

The method was simple.

The Druid Administration will end by using animals supplied to Lancefield, Agence, and Tenebrae to confuse information.

Far south from the territory, Roan and the Territorial Army, which are repeating battles and wars, have not had a chance to verify the authenticity of the information.

Seripa's expression stands firm.

I didn't want to see Clay anymore.

"Take good care of her."

Clay's expression, on the other hand, was very bright.

That's why it was more offensive and hateful.

The Sheriffs take a step toward the entrance without hesitation.

Then.

"Director Seripa. Don't forget, I brought you out into the wild and lonely world with no one in it. It wasn't the Lord who gave you a chance at a new life, it was me."

Clay speaks in a confident voice.

Seripa turns his head and looks at him.

Still a stiff face.

"I admit that."

But...

'You certainly gave me a chance at a new life. But the Lord.......'

My chest jumped hot.

'God gave me heart and faith.'

What I couldn't say.

What Roan gave Serifa wasn't just a chance at a new life.

Heart and faith.

It was much greater and greater than material.

A clay obsessed with individual eternity can never be given.

That's why Sheriffs were so miserable.

"To renounce the Lord's faith......."

Human betrayal.

Seripa opens the door with a handkerchief.

And I never looked back.

Boom.

The door closes with a heavy voice.

The remaining clay wags its hands, smiling faintly.

Meow.

Five little cats appeared in the corner as if they were waiting.

Two of them were the same cats who had left for Bradley before.

Of course, Clay didn't even know they met the Elves in the middle.

Meow. Meow.

The cats gather in front of Clay's paw, then bow their heads.

Clay pats their backs and covers their heads with his palms.

Glug-ug-ub.

A hazy green light envelops the cats.

Clay closes his eyes and mutters the unknown words.

A moment later, a strange smile came to his face.

"Whatever you want."

What the cats told us was Bradley's answer, Agence, Tenebrae's trend, and Lancefield's current state of affairs.

Everything was as Clay intended.

He returns the cats with a single gesture and heads to the desk in the Oval Office.

An information disruption led to the confusion between Earl Lancefield and the rest of us.

Parlack.

A bunch of paperwork Clay was touching.

< Lancefield Territory Supply Plan. >

The soft moving finger hands over a sheet of paper.

The petals of the small potted plant, which you left on the end of the table by chance, tremble.

It was a very small and distinct movement.

* * *

The gates of Flo Castle, one of the southern strategic points, are opened.

There was no battle.

The vanguard entered first to identify the risks within the city.

Later, the Lancefield headquarters, led by Roan, arrived.

"That's Earl Lancefield..."

"Earl Lancefield has finally arrived on our land."

Lots of people flock to the roads that cross Flo Castle.

A half-mixed look of anticipation and fear.

For a short period of time, Flow Castle, a strategic point in the south, was an unfortunate castle that was interchanged with Simon Lines, Tommy Lines and Column Lines.

Every time, there was a brutal massacre and plunder.

The citizens of Castel Flo were so nervous because they didn't know what to expect from the Red Ghosts and the famous Roan and Lancefield hordes.

'The rumors can't all be true.'

Complicated eyes poured out.

Through those eyes, Roan was able to read the fears in the minds of the saints.

"Hmm."

He lets out a low drool and leaps off his horse.

"Everybody off the horse. Walk within the castle."

The hiss digs into the ears of the British soldiers.

"Chung."

With a short answer, all the soldiers stepped down from the horse.

It was a measure to ease the fear of the saints at all.

The action continued.

By the time the cavalry and the main base had crossed through the inner city square and entered the fortress, the follow-up troops had settled in the square.

"Supply the people of Flo with food."

An order from Roan.

Orders were announced immediately.

"Mi, you give me wheat?"

"You're not taking it?"

"Is it real? Is it real?"

"You're not going to put them together like this, are you?"

"Earl Lancefield is also Prince Simon's best friend..... just in case."

The saints rebelled.

But a fierce hunger led them to the square.

"We have plenty of supplies. Wait your turn calmly."

"I'll give you wheat and beans, potatoes and corn."

"We'll take care of those who need it."

The soldiers of Lansfield treated the saints with a bright face, taking off their heavy, hard armor.

"Are you really giving it to me?"

One of the Seongmin stepped forward.

The soldier fills a huge branch with wheat.

"You didn't bring anything to hold? Then….."

He soon brought the wheat into a small sack.

"Come back if you don't have enough."

Kind expression and greeting.

"Ah......."

The people who handed over the Wheat Sacks were greatly moved and became depressed.

Hot tears filled my eyes.

"Well, thank you very much! Thank you!"

A loud shout.

That was the starting point.

"G, I give it to you!"

"Earl Lancefield is different!"

"He's not stealing, he's giving!"

The saints rushed to shovel.

The soldiers quickly set up their positions and persuaded them to maintain order.

Non-coercive and gentle atmosphere.

Occasionally, there were troublesome saints, but they returned to the last line with a bitter reprimand.

It also means that you're not just smiling.

Soon the chaos subsides and only laughter fills the square.

Laughter bloomed on people's faces.

Flowers started blooming in Flo Castle.

Amaranth.

Flowers that never wither.

* * *

This same march of Roan and Lancefield soon spread across the realm.

It was not just because of the rumors of people.

It was because the former Black Line and current Black Amaranth members who were under Roan began to spread throughout the kingdom, announcing Roan's will and march.

"Did you hear that? Earl Lancefield may have taken the castle, but he never pillaged it."

"That's not it. They say they're giving us food at all."

"He heals the sick and repairs the fallen houses."

"He's a great guy."

The loyalty of the people of the Kingdom to Roan grows with age.

Of course, on the contrary, some people were jealous of Roan and felt unwelcome.

Most of them were existing authorities.

Specifically, Simon's jealousy for the new throne grew increasingly different every day.

"Yes, it is."

Simon frowns with his right hand on his forehead.

The battle, which was usually noisy because of the nobles' flattery and flattery, was very quiet.

It was Simon sitting on the throne, Duke Bradley Webster, and Bird of the Nearest Thio Luine.

"Well, what did I say? You mustn't trust Earl Lancefield too much."

Bradley shakes his head with a short sigh.

Simon is silent.

However, his expression was still not good.

Theo cautiously opens his mouth, looking at the atmosphere.

"It is clearly Earl Lancefield's fault that he freed the members of the Black Line. However, it is true that you have subjugated the Black Line and that you have captured Prince Tommy and Prince Column's key strategic sites. The ball is much larger than the liver. Please be angry and cool the situation a little more......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Enough."

Simon looks up at Thio.

My eyes were burning.

"Birdie Louie. Are you my servant, Earl Lancefield?"

A sudden question.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean? I am your servant, of course."

Thio is a little confused.

Simon bites his lower lip slightly.

"Lately, when I look at you, I think you have Earl Lancefield, not me. This is very unpleasant."

The voice of the day.

His face was much cooler and colder than that.

Bradley gives you a sneaky expression as if he was waiting.

"Your Grace, I'm sure Earl Lancefield has other intentions. Intel suggests that the king here is also Miller in the direction of his advance. Not the southwest where Prince Tommy is, or the southeast where Prince Column is, but the king where you are. This is a path that I can't quite understand."

"Hmm."

Simon's expression hardens.

Theo intervenes again.

It was difficult for Roan and Simon to fall apart like this.

"Your Grace, there must be a good reason for Earl Lancefield to come to Milr. He is a loyal servant who has dedicated his life to you."

A flame blazes into Simon's eyes, frightened to the end of his words.

"Birdie Louie. You once again rise to the power of Earl Lancefield."

An unpleasant expression and voice.

But Thio didn't back down this time.

"Is this guy really this hard? '

I'm surprised Bradley's around.

"Son of Thio Luin......."

Simon was surprised, too.

Nowadays, even though my head is dizzy due to frenzy, thio has been able to keep a close mind.

"Yes, Louis never said anything nonsense. '

I once again grasped the cord of reason.

But...

"The information says Prince Tommy and Prince Colum are reaching out to Earl Lancefield."

Bradley strikes the candle once more.

"Hmm."

Simon's mind trembles once again.

In the depths of both eyes, Margie shakes.

Simon looks straight at Theo.

"Your Majesty......."

Theo calls out to Simon in a quiet voice.

"Hmm."

There was a fierce struggle between reason and madness in Simon's head.

The result?

"Fine. I'll give you one more chance to trust Earl Lancefield, as you asked." "

The triumph of reason.

It looked like Theo's victory.

"Your Majesty!"

Bradley yells in surprise.

Thio, on the other hand, smiled blurrily.

Simon raises his hand, closes Bradley's mouth, and gives a new order.

"Send word to Earl Lancefield immediately. Surround the horsemen immediately, defeat Tommy and Column's base, and bring the southern kingdoms to order."

Ultimatum.

The frenzy never retreats.

This was not Theo's victory.

Draw.

Rationality and madness have not prevailed.

Gulp.

Thio swallowed dry saliva.

Even here, I could not take Roan's side and pronounce it excessive.

I didn't know that even this little opportunity would fly away.

Thio bows.

"Yes, I will."

He quickly left the battle in case Simon changed his mind.

'Dammit. That Thio Ruin guy's out of work.'

Bradley crouches and grips his teeth.

So far, every plan has been perfected.

No, rather it became much stronger and more detailed than the original plan.

'Clay got an unexpected accomplice.'

However, the plan to separate Roan and Simon came to a dead end.

I didn't think Simon would take Theo's opinion.

Bradley takes a deep breath.

'I'll have to call in the Shamans a little faster.'

I was going to shake Simon's mind.

Bradley looks up at Simon.

I was going to throw out a nagging word.

But first, it was Simon.

"Grandfather, what happened to the people who said they could cure me?"

Bradley's expression brightens for a moment.

I didn't even throw the bait, but I already caught the fish.

Bradley nods, smiling faintly.

"The king will be arriving in Mill shortly."

A terrifying smile caught my breath.

Unfortunately, Simon didn't see it.

He was closing in on his destiny as a berserker without even knowing it.

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