I am the Monarch

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Unusual things were happening in the two south-western princes, Tommy Lines, as the first prince, or even the half-king Simon Lines' messenger, ascended to the throne without a royal crest and stamp, was rushing to Roan Lancefield's camp.

"Idiots!"

Living bustle.

Wajang Chang!

The glasses and bowls rolled over.

"Go, fix it."

The nobles and officers bowed down.

"Fixed? Do I look like I'm fixing?!"

It was Tommy screaming in the street.

His face soaks red with rage, irritation, and spirits.

The bloodshot eyes face the other side of the floor.

A middle-aged man with an enormous figure bows his head on one knee.

It was the nobleman of the realm and one of the most talented of all, Bird of Constance Lacy.

Tommy shouts, standing in front of the concert.

"Constance Lacy! You said you were a capable general called the Nightmare of the Battlefield! That's the guy who fought Roan Lancefield twelve times and lost twelve times? And exterminate an army of over 10,000?"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"You fool! No nightmares in the battlefield! You're not my enemy, you're my friend's nightmare! Friendly nightmares!"

Harassment.

Duke Edwin Boissa, who was watching the situation, stepped forward with a short sigh.

"Prince, it's true that Birch Lacey has been greatly defeated, but it's also true that the majors that were previously piled up were great. He's the first of our kind. Please forgive me and give me a new opportunity."

Soft voice.

But Tommy's expression was still cold.

"Opportunity? Don't say that."

He looks straight at Edwin.

"Actually, I don't like my grandfather either. What happened to Mills going to the Estonian Empire? When will the Imperial Army arrive? They're the only ones who can bring down the king of shells, Simon, and I'll be crowned king!"

Rush.

Tommy was insane.

The problem was that he was inherently drunk because of his cruel nature.

"They'll be here soon. Don't worry about it."

Edwin replies with a bold expression.

He was an experienced and political aristocrat among the four ducs of the kingdom.

He was not the one who blushed his face at the abuse of his young grandson.

"Tsk!"

Tommy grips his teeth.

You realize, however drunk you may be, it's not easy to take down the aircraft against Edwin.

The arrows of condemnation naturally point to the CONCE.

"Constance Lacy! You will be beheaded for the crimes of exterminating an elite force!"

Unbelievable command.

Commander, that is a thousand words of a prince who commands all troops.

But Tommy's words were too light.

"Wow, Prince!"

"Well, that's too much to ask!"

The various nobles who were just looking at the atmosphere raised their voices.

If he was beheaded here, there would be no generals to lead the troops into battle.

"Prince, please reconsider."

You make it to Edwin.

'Dammit, there's nothing I can do!'

At this point, Tommy was unable to push his decision forward.

He sharpened his teeth.

"Good. Everyone wants that, so I'll spare you the decapitation. Instead, I'll beat 100 men to death and demote them to the baron."

Tommy glances at the nobles with his eyes wide open.

"Are you planning on placing a banner on this, too?"

Many nobles were unable to answer quietly.

I thought of course I wanted to disagree.

But too much gossip could have put us in the same position as the cons.

Silent.

Tommy nods, smiling in relief as the nobles do not respond.

"Execute."

At this point, he got up from his seat with his head bent on one knee.

Sturdy face.

Cold, sharp eyes.

He looks blasphemically straight into Tommy's eyes.

As he stares down at Tommy, an unknown tingling sensation emanates from his bones.

"Hey, this guy......."

Tommy squeezes out his breath, reflexively expressing his insults.

The situation looks humiliated in front of the nobles.

You can't do that! '

He breathes his liquor and throws a huge punch.

Pair!

With a cheerful voice, the cheeks of the concert are flushed.

"Wow, Prince......."

"Hmm."

The nobles couldn't connect the horses with a blurry expression.

I didn't think the prince of the land would slap the nobles on the cheek.

It was quite an insult situation for the cons.

He stands still and stares at Tommy.

Tommy flinches and pauses, trying to strike his hand again.

This is because the energy emanating from the body of the constellation was sharper than a sharper blade.

Gulp.

Tommy swallows his thirsty saliva without even knowing it, then pulls back.

"Get off, get off! Get this thing out of here and flog him!"

Immediately, the guards enter the conference room.

Constance stood still until then and stared at Tommy.

"General."

The guards roll their feet into the cave without touching anything.

The silent Constance nods slowly.

"I'll go on my own."

A voice that sank low.

He takes a few steps back, then swoops back and leaves the conference room.

"Cocky bastard."

When Tommy sees it, he spits out an insult.

The atmosphere of the conference room sank into a mess.

I couldn't even breathe out loud.

Edwin's expression was also not good.

'You left till you got there.'

This state filled my head with thoughts that I would no longer be able to do.

Because he was a grandson, and because his grandson was second in line to the throne, I have been supportive of everything I have to say.

But now it was the limit.

The bright-looking Tommy was clearly sinking.

'The sinking ship must hold the captain accountable.'

They didn't have to be together.

Luckily, Edwin still had a chance.

'There's Mills and the Imperial Army.'

There were all kinds of possibilities.

A strange smile came to his mouth that he did not recognize.

* * *

"My lord, this is, this is outrageous."

"What an insult to the general......."

"How many specialties have you studied over the years....... Khh."

Lord, General, Birch.

The names were different, but they all pointed to one person.

"Lord Lacey."

"General Lacey."

"Dear Birdie Lacey, Khh."

The protagonists of the voices were all wearing armor.

They stand near the bed and vomit tears.

"Hnng."

Consecutively, there was a groan of pain.

A middle-aged man lying on his bed without even lying down.

He was Constance Lacy, beaten by Tommy's command.

The cones were completely uncovered, but their strong back was full of deep wounds.

100 wounds.

He closes his eyes, face down.

I wasn't sleeping.

It was trying hard to suppress the boiling heart.

"Birch, I can't stand it."

Baron Must Bonnen, one of the best at the CONS, clenches his fist.

"He was a general, literally representative of the kingdom, who had accumulated a lot of work since before the succession war. After the succession war, there was a ball of loyalty to Prince Tommy, perfectly balanced in the Southwestern hemisphere. By the way, how could you..."

I burst into tears without patience.

I shed tears along with the other officers.

"Hnng."

CONCENS awoke from his seat with a groan.

Red blood spills out along the wound.

Terrible look.

However, he struggled to look at the side workers who acted as if they were hands and feet.

"It's not a bird. I am the baron now."

The other nobleman shakes his head, striking his chest.

"I can't admit it!"

Soon you hear the sound of a struggle.

"I can't admit it either."

"This irrational and insulting greeting is unacceptable."

At that, he smiled bitterly.

"You should be glad you got your life back. No......."

He pauses for a moment and exhales a long time.

"I don't think it's time to be relieved yet….."

It was true.

Tommy, cruel and ambidextrous, couldn't figure out when and for what reason he was going to try to grab the bag and hit him on the neck.

Moreover, his side, including the CONS, knew him well.

Tommy knows that once a man has eyes, he never holds them again.

The static settled.

Stubborn static.

How long has it been?

The tear-drying moost opens its mouth with a determined expression.

"Birch."

The cones and everyone's gaze turned on him.

The moost is a rear horse with his fist burned.

"Once this is over, let's find a new master."

Bang!

At that moment, everyone looked stunned.

The look on your face like you've been beaten up hard.

Moost continues to speak indifferently.

"The master abandoned us first. We won't be blamed for finding a new owner."

"Hmm."

The cons spilled low tears.

The static settled down again.

But this static felt different than before.

Weird atmosphere.

"I agree with Baron Bonnen."

"I don't know when I'll lose my neck in this state anyway."

"Prince Tommy has insulted you. I can no longer take you."

"And Prince Tommy is so cruel. We take the lives of our soldiers as well as our enemies as a joke."

"The people of the kingdom are proud."

A feverish voice continues to bite my tail.

The moost takes a deep breath.

"Everyone agrees. Son......."

He said in a confident voice.

"Prince Tommy is done."

"Hmm."

The cons nod with a low depression.

He was no different from the Moost and the other nobles.

'Since this has happened.......'

It was best to take Moost's advice and find a new master.

He looks back at the nobles and asks in a small voice.

"Who will be okay as the new owner?"

Scary to the end.

"Prince Simon."

"Prince Simon has already ascended the throne."

"More than half of the kingdom is under Prince Simon's influence."

"Prince Simon is the only one who can make peace with the kingdom."

The column was holding out, but that was possible because Tommy was there.

At least Tommy was holding on to one axis.

But with the departure of the cones and the skilled artisans, Tommy will soon be utterly destroyed.

The collapse of the column was also apparent.

Constance, who was listening silently, asked carefully.

"Earl Lancefield?"

Lightly asked questions.

But the wavelength was bigger than I thought.

The noisy atmosphere quickly cooled.

No one answered carelessly.

Finally, there's another moost.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The sound of asking the CONS.

It was different to serve nobles like the prince.

Moreover, Roan is an emerging nobleman without a genealogy of ordinary people.

It was true that the prestigious Lacey family's CONS had a lot of pride to bow and enter.

Therefore, Moost and his associates wanted to hear the answer to the question directly from him.

He slowly closes his eyes and worries.

Unfortunately, the concern was not long.

He shakes his head with his closed eyes.

"It's not Earl Lancefield."

Pride didn't allow it.

"I'm going to Prince Simon."

It was really unfortunate.

He made the worst choice of his life because of his noble pride.

"As the night goes deeper, we leave."

I had no reason to stall.

There was no army or army under control.

A situation where you just have to leave with your side of the family.

At that time, Moost took a look around and whispered in a small voice.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a gift?"

"Gift?"

The cone frowns.

"Yes, a gift."

On the other hand, once the moost was loosened, it was truly unruly.

In fact, Simon's camp has already received several positions.

It was very unlikely that Constance, who had fought so hard until yesterday, would receive more than that.

But surrendering with gifts is a different story.

"That's a big gift, too."

"If it's a big gift....... can't it be......?"

He frowns as if it were hard to believe.

The nobles swallowed dry water with a nervous look.

The moost nods coldly.

"Let's take Prince Tommy's neck."

* * *

"Damn it! Get the booze, get the booze!"

Tommy kicks the table and screams.

The maids and servants gave out a new alcoholic drink with a nervous expression.

Heave-ho. Heave-ho. Heave-ho.

Tommy drank the poison out of his cup.

More than half of it flows out of my mouth.

The maids and servants stood long along one wall, only looking at Tommy's eyes.

It offended Tommy again.

"Piss off!"

The maids and servants left the reception room in fear of falling out of pain.

"Humble and disgusting things......."

Tommy makes a mockery of the invisible maids and servants, then puts on the poison again.

He emptied five drunks as big as an adult.

Incredible amount of alcohol.

Thanks to you, the liquor ran out quickly.

"Get me a drink! Get me a drink!"

Tommy screams out the door.

However, for some reason, the servants and maids had no answer.

"These bastards......."

Tommy gets up from the twist and walks toward the entrance.

"Everyone wants to get their heads chopped off."

The door of the reception hall was opened with a vent.

At that moment, the tip of my nose caught a disgusting and sinister aroma.

"Huh?"

Tommy frowns as he watches the corridor unfold outside the reception hall.

The view of the corridor was harsh.

All the servants and maids fell on their throats.

"What the….."

The unexpected sights and spirits shook my eyes.

At that time, men in black happiness came out from the corner of the corridor.

"Huh?! Uh, uh!"

Literally all of a sudden.

Tommy is thrown into the banquet hall, drawn into the hands of the men, without even rebelling properly.

"Nu, who are you?"

My arms and legs moved dizzily with the pain.

Useless rebellion.

It was like the struggle of a drunkard.

"Tommy, don't you recognize me?"

Bold tone and voice.

As Tommy struggles, he just stares at the men, breathing heavily.

The first of them.

"Constance Lacey?"

Tommy frowns.

The candle in the reception room lit up the faces of the men.

The men in the evening clothes were the cons and his sidekick.

"Yes, you dare......."

Tommy shudders around, shaking his head.

Alcohol did not clear my mind.

Constance kicked his tongue looking at him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..."

It's been a long time.

Grrr.

He pulls the dagger out of his chest.

The sharp sword shines with a candlelight.

"Stop, can't it be......?!"

Tommy got tired of his white face.

He sits on the ground and steps back.

"Nose, con lace. No, Birdie Lacey. Are you trying to betray me?"

Scared face.

He snores.

"I am the baron, not the bird."

That's ridicule.

Tommy shakes his head, smiling awkwardly.

"Well, that's what I said when I was angry for a moment......."

He thought he was dissatisfied with the loss of his title.

Tommy wanted to avoid this at all costs.

The cons point to Tommy with the tip of the dagger.

"I told you it wasn't an enemy nightmare, it was an ally nightmare."

A bold question.

Tommy quickly shakes his head.

"That was also my prophecy."

At that, he nods.

"Yes. It's a sure thing. I am not your nightmare......."

He sits on one knee and grabs Tommy's head with one hand.

At the same time, I stabbed the dagger forward for a long time.

Squeak.

A sharp blade pierces Tommy in the middle of the chest.

"Tommy. It's your nightmare."

The con twists its wrist with a shivering smile.

"Ugh. I, I..."

Tommy grabs the dagger with both hands as if it were unreliable.

Blood feet stand on the eyes and saliva spills out from the mouth.

"Wow, the throne was right in front of us......."

Tommy shakes his head, leaving behind a faint note.

"You're full of shit."

Constance shakes his head, pulling out his dagger.

He glances at Tommy lying prone and gestures at his side.

Soon, Moost stepped forward and slit Tommy's throat clean.

He takes a deep breath.

"We are going to Prince Simon, or His Majesty, right now."

He points to Tommy in alternation of his head and alcohol poison.

"Let the king drink all he wants while he's on his way to Mill."

"Yes, I understand."

After Moost's cold response, he submerges Tommy's head in a small poison.

It was a way out of Tommy's temporary mansion.

Immediately, the corns and other nobles left the reception room and hid themselves in the darkness.

Tommy's death wasn't discovered until quite as long ago as he thought.

It's because Tommy used to dislike visiting or approaching his home very much.

But it was the main reason that the man who was in charge of escorting the mansion was one of the constituents.

Tommy's death soon spread across the kingdom.

Of course, the first person to hear the news was Roan.

He lets out a short sigh as he puts down the tea cup that was in the informant's report.

"That's how it turned out."

A little mumbling.

The first of the three princes to die in his last life was Tommy Rhynes.

Roan gets up and leaves the barracks.

Blue sunlight poured over my head.

"Then……"

Eyes turn to the giant river that flows in front of the camp.

No, to the great wall beyond, to be exact.

A giant with immersion that is not easily seen anywhere.

The king was also Mill.

"Prince Simon's turn….."

Roan's voice flows north in the southern wind.

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