I am the Monarch

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The Websters were one of the founding families of the Rhine Kingdom.

The Webster family's protestor List built the Rhine Kingdom by supporting Norman Rhine from the countryside.

Since then, the Webster family has remained a loyal family in many ways.

But when Earl Ethley Webster, one of the four ducs of the current household and kingdom, the late Grandfather of Bradley Webster, was just twenty years old, a profoundly insulting and horrific incident occurred.

Lant von Rhys, who had just ascended to the throne, saw Violet Lever, who was Etley's fiancée, and forced her into a concubine against her at first sight.

Effortlessly, Etli tried to enter the royal palace immediately, but Kevin Webster, his father and then head of the Webster family, shed tears and dried them off.

Not only was King Horrible and ruthless, King Rant going to leave the Websters alone.

Kevin convinced Etley with a fervent heart, and she had to swallow tears and wait for days to come.

From then on, he acted as if he was loyal to the Rhine royal family and had planned a great revenge within himself.

It was the destruction of the Rhines.

"It took me longer than I thought."

Bradley lets out a long sigh, reminiscing about the family's long-standing mastery and terrible secrets.

"Whew."

I kept getting overwhelmed.

The time has finally come for us to finish this long and long revenge plan from our grandfather and father.

Bradley looks at Rafa Caters, a servant of his own and a family guard.

"What happened to the late Avery Page?"

Earl Avery Page was the father of Rodite Page, Simon Lines' fiancée.

"I've decided to take care of Princess Cady with Miss Lodite, an infantryman."

"That's great."

Work was going according to plan, without a hitch.

Bradley rises from his seat and touches the conquest.

"Rafa. I'm going to the palace. Clean up the royal streets in the meantime."

"Yes, don't worry."

Rafa bows coldly.

Bradley nods, satisfied, and looks at the young men in the back.

"Let's go."

A command made with a bold voice.

The young men bowed with a polite expression.

"Yes, Duke."

The men who follow the leading Bradley.

Somewhere, the men with dark, dark eyes were shamans who hid their tracks from the world.

In order to finalize Bradley's long-standing plans and grievances, the King himself appeared in Mills.

The leading shaman of all time.

A young man wearing glasses unusually smiled at Bradley's back head.

"Duke Bradley Webster. I applaud the efforts I've made to avenge my family. But....... '

A cool glow emanates from the depths of your eyes.

'Your vendetta is nothing compared to our shamans' vendetta. We've literally been abandoned by every human being. Hehehe. '

I smiled up to my throat.

A smile of deep remorse.

To the shamans, this world was hell.

Only to the shamans.

'That's why we reached out to the Websters first.'

As Bradley thought, I didn't find the shamans first.

Even Bradley and the shamans met much earlier than I thought.

It's just that Bradley doesn't remember it at all.

The glasses guy took a deep breath.

"Duke Bradley Webster. I've had a hard time. '

A goodbye no one knows about.

'I'll let you rest now.'

Inside the glasses, he was the shaman's master, Hessel.

* * *

"My lord, it is as expected."

Austin bows his head with a stiff look.

Chris and Keefe, who were with me, didn't look good either.

After reviewing the documents in the barracks, Roan nods with a bold look.

"Yes. That's how it ends."

He pushes out the document he was looking at and exhales for a long time.

Chris reports with a short sigh.

"Clay chose Duke Webster from a number of candidates that we anticipated. And together with the druids, we began to disrupt information."

"We are deliberately disrupting the supply of troops."

It was Keefe.

Austin, Chris and Keefe's report was about Clay.

"I expected it all, but unfortunately, I can't help it."

Roan smiles bitterly.

Clay.

He was truly a target of affection for Roan and the people of Earl Lancefield.

Abilities have been outweighed.

When the false gods were blinded by their loyalty to Roan, they raised their remarks alone.

The problem is that you don't trust people up and down, and you don't accept them.

He was thoroughly alone, wielding and exploiting people for his interests and abilities.

Watching and intercepting Roan was also a kind of thing.

'As soon as we returned from the administrative end to our original position, we were able to fully understand and operate the area very efficiently. Plus, the logistics are perfect.'

The Lancefield army has never returned to the land since its succession.

He fought numerous battles, stirring up the north, northwest, middle and east, southeast and south.

As time passes naturally, the supply runs longer.

Here, Roan began to consume enormous quantities, compassionate to the kingdoms who had suffered from the devastation of war.

It was Clay who cleaned up all these complex situations and supplied the bulk without disruption to a large force.

Even Earl Lancefield's predecessors, who had been indifferent to the surveillance and intercept of Lord Roan, spoke with their tongues and admired him purely.

Some pretenders argued that Clay should be taken as an ally somehow.

Roan gets up and heads out of the barracks.

'Whew.'

I felt frustrated and wanted to breathe the wind.

Austin's back followed and asked in a small voice.

"Clay doesn't know it yet, but our traps are perfect. However......."

He hesitates for a moment and cautiously speaks in the background.

"It's certainly a waste of his ability. I am concerned that there will be gaps in the future supply of troops and territorial administration."

In fact, such a sign had already been seen.

Because, like Chris and Keefe reported, Clay was manipulating information and causing problems with military supply.

There was no major problem with the intelligence, as Agence and Tenebra units were already well prepared in advance, but there was no clear solution to the logistics and territorial administration.

Especially in the case of military supply, even if only one or two days were disrupted, it had a huge impact on the morale of the first-line troops battling everyday.

Austin was filled with worry.

Roan, on the other hand, did not have any worries.

"There's nothing to worry about in terms of mass."

Spit it out like a toss.

Chris quietly asked.

"The Black Amaranth and the merchant guild?"

In fact, Clay had anticipated treason and would not have prepared a contingency plan for military supply and territorial administration.

Roan prepared the entire Black Line, current Black Amaranth and the merchant guild for military supply.

The plan was to support Roan and support a very small amount of food from the kingdoms under Roan's influence, while also ensuring a tremendous amount of food based on Princess Aliens' vast resources.

Roan nods silently.

The two contingencies would have made Lancefield more wealthy than enough.

Nevertheless, Austin's expression was not good.

"I'm sorry to say this, but…… the abundance of food doesn't solve the problem. It is more important that the right amount is supplied in the right place at the right time. by solving a lot of problems and things that are involved in supply lines and supply troops and management troops."

Up until now, Clay has been in charge of all that great stuff and has done it perfectly.

Roan nods.

He also knew what Austin was worried about.

But Roan was still not worried.

"Don't worry. I think I might be a good fit for the job."

"The right one? Besides Clay, there's someone else who can handle this kind of work on their own?" "

Austin asked with a surprised expression.

Chris and Keefe were also curious.

Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"I made a mistake. They're not the right people. They're the right people."

"If the right people......?"

Keefe stepped in.

Roan's smile darkens.

"Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rottner, Griffin, Nanz."

Six names.

"......."

Austin did not respond.

It was a completely unfamiliar name.

Even Chris and Keefe, who led the best intelligence organizations in the realm, the best in the territory, the Lines Kingdom, and Tenebra, were perfectly dark names.

"I've never heard of them. Can we leave this critical matter to those who have never heard of it?"

Austin asked with a greatly worried expression.

Chris and Keefe were also worried about one thing.

Roan glanced at the three people, smiling and answering.

"These were recommended by O'Neil."

"Ah......."

The three of them burst low elasticity.

Director O'Neill, Human Resources at Lansfield.

His eyes were undoubtedly great and clear.

"I'm relieved to hear Director O'Neill's recommendation."

"That's right."

"You've taken your worries off."

Austin, Chris and Keefe smiled brightly.

Trust in O'Neill.

It was enormously thick enough to appoint six men who had never heard of it before as head of military supply and territorial administration.

Roan nods slowly.

"Yes, that's why I'm looking forward to it. I wonder how great those six people are going to be......."

Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rotner, Griffin, Nance.

This was the first appearance of six talents who would later be called Lancefield's sixth brain.

* * *

"Spell?"

Simon Rhys frowns.

Because I heard nothing unexpected from Bradley.

"You use magic to control Margaery in your body?" "That's right. Your Majesty."

Bradley lowers his head slightly and speaks in the back.

"His Majesty Margie has penetrated into her mind and is obsessed with reason. The Holy Shrine's New Testament is the best way to eradicate Margie herself, but right now, there is no way to get the New Testament."

A situation where you have to find the next option.

"If you use magic to boost your mind and seal off the boundaries of your brain, you will not be able to penetrate into your head, and you will not be able to consume reason. Although this is only suboptimal, it is a very efficient and great solution, to keep your mind clear while still harnessing the powerful power that Maggie has."

He did not conceal any information about the identity of the shamans and their spells.

because they were very likely to be discovered in the process of casting the spell anyway.

Simon sits on the throne, looking at Bradley and the shamans alternately.

'Sorcery.......'

It was true that I was reluctant.

I was well aware of the vanquishes that shamans had done long ago.

However, his current condition was very urgent and urgent to let it go.

'It is not only when I am angry that I lose my mind, but sometimes I lose my mind.'

It's like he's disappearing.

After a little more time like this.

"I think the country will be completely gone and nothing but shells. '

I could not only rely on the New Testament of the Holy Church forever.

'I am the king of the Rhine Kingdom now.'

Although he was a half-king who didn't have royal crests and stamps, he was at the pinnacle of power in the Rhine Kingdom.

The seat I've been looking forward to.

'Now we must organize the two brothers and lead the kingdom to prosperity.'

That was the role of King Simon.

He needed to control Maggie for a glorious future.

Ugh.

I gripped my teeth.

Simon looks Bradley straight in the eye.

"Very well, let's use magic to control Margie."

"You thought well."

Bradley bows, smiling brightly.

Soon, he looks back at the shamans.

Master Hessel, one of the leading shamans, steps forward.

"I'm Master Hessel. I will set you free."

Weird thing to say.

"Yes, I'm so happy for Margie."

Simon nods and corrects himself.

Soon, Hessel and the shamans surround Simon.

Simon closes his eyes, sitting on the throne.

"Then let's get started."

Hessel's a little nervous.

Bradley was nervous, too.

'Yes, the Webster family's dream has finally come true!'

My heart was beating fast.

My eyes became hot and I had a blurry smile on my mouth.

'It's not just Margie that's distracting.'

The original plan was to storm Margie and finish the job just enough to get rid of him.

But the succession war is not over yet.

If you had killed Simon before, the other princes who survived could have ascended to the throne.

"I make Simon my puppet with the magic of the shamans. '

Controlling the mind.

I thought of taking the succession war to victory and slaughtering myself in a dramatic situation.

Bradley's smile became darker.

Then.

"Wait a minute."

Simon closes his eyes and looks at Bradley standing still.

"Grandfather. No, Grandfather."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bradley quickly bows his head in surprise.

"Keep your head up."

Simon's voice digs into his ears.

A voice that is so bold and gentle that I don't know where it is.

Bradley raises his head slowly.

'Hmm.'

A low murmur went up to my throat.

I was smiling.

Simon is clearly smiling faintly but warmly.

He was at peace with Margie's release, which had plagued him all his life.

"Once Margaery is controlled and sober, I can be a member of the gender army."

"Of course. You will be a great knight in history."

Bradley quickly replied without hesitation.

Simon takes a deep breath and nods.

He hesitates a little, but asks in a small voice.

"Grandfather, do you regret teaching me the Pienville manna?"

The Pienville Manat method that rocked and twisted Simon's life.

It was known as the Devil's Mana Law and has a terrible history.

Bradley was the one who got the Mana Law and delivered it to Simon.

Bradley looks at Simon quietly, not easily answering.

"Regret? You can't do that. But....... '

I couldn't say that.

"I regret it."

A lie came out like the truth.

Simon takes a deep breath.

"Don't regret it. It's not his fault. It's all my choice."

There was so much going on between them.

The stories are so curved and deep that they can never be solved.

Simon slowly closes his eyes.

"When you open your eyes again, a new world will begin."

That was the last time.

Simon nods slowly.

Start a shaman ritual.

Hessel glances at a number of shamans and raises his power.

Woohoo. Woohoo. Woof.

Along with the vibrations, a black light shimmers in the shamans' eyes.

Hessel and other shamans have drawn strange shapes with dizzy hands.

The fading black light disappears from the eyes, but darker black light flows from both hands.

The black light sounded like a snake and swirled around Simon's head and body.

"Hmm."

Simon's cold energy makes him drool unwittingly.

Then.

Pa!

The black light rumbles once and is sucked into Simon's nostrils.

Incredible speed.

The black light that wrapped my whole body disappeared in an instant.

"Ugh."

Painful moaning.

Simultaneously, Simon's body trembles.

Through my closed eyes and mouth, nose and ears, I repeatedly leaked black light and went back in.

"Aaahhhh!"

Simon screams, impatient.

A burning pain in my head.

Black light gushes out like a stream of water through open eyes and a wide mouth.

"Seal!"

Hessel shouts aloud, and two of the shamans memorize a new spell, changing the shape of their hands.

At that moment, Simon's eyes and mouth shut on their own.

"Ugh!"

Simon pulls up all the screaming he wants, but he can't get what he wants.

I couldn't move as if my mouth and eyes were stuck together.

Kuku Gugu Bow!

Instead, the tremors got worse.

Simon's throne crumbles up and down, big and swirling.

Gulp.

Even Bradley, who was watching, swallowed dry water in a frightening and bizarre scene.

How much time has passed.

The black light that had seeped out gradually fades away, and Simon also gradually regains his stability.

My trembling body no longer moved.

Hessel lets out a long breath.

"Whew."

As if they were waiting, the other shamans took a long breath, unwinding the hand movements that were holding the peculiar shape.

Simultaneously, Simon closes his eyes.

Pa!

The black light flashes.

"Hmm."

Bradley grunts without even knowing it.

Black.

Simon's eyes, which glowed bright brown, were covered in dark black.

Simon doesn't even wake up with his eyes open.

I simply sat on the throne and breathed a shallow breath.

Bradley looks at Hessel and asks in a small voice.

"Well, what happened?"

Hessel nods, smiling brightly.

"Perfect success."

"Hey, success? So you're saying that they're all awake, even for Margie, who was hidden?"

Bradley asked again and again.

Hessel nods.

"Yes. I woke up to Magi, who was in control of reason. No mortal can stand against His Majesty, or Simon, now."

Bradley bursts into the optic furnace, terrified to the end.

"Kuhahahaha!"

After laughing for a long time, he asked with a fiercely reminded face.

"And you have complete control over your mind?"

"Of course. Simon is just a puppet now."

"Good, good."

Bradley nods, satisfied.

He glances at Simon and bursts his nose.

"Huh. What? Have you ever regretted teaching Pienville Manat? You can't be serious! It's one of the best things I've ever done in my life. Hehehe."

Bradley moves slowly.

He stands right in front of Simon, smiling bitterly.

"Simon, I intend to turn you into a demon. One of the demons who rips a man's head off and chews his flesh. When everyone is afraid, then stand up and I will slit your throat. I will be the ancestor of the new Webster Kingdom, the hero who saved the world. Hehehe."

Bradley strokes Simon's head.

Simon remains motionless with his eyes open.

"When you open your eyes again, a new world will begin? Heheheh. What can I do about this? A new world begins, but only I can see it."

The sound of ridicule fills the battle.

Then.

"Well, that sounds wrong."

Suddenly, Hessel shakes his head, smiling brightly.

Bradley frowns.

"What kind of cow......."

But the words didn't go all the way.

Squeak.

Because Simon, who was sitting there, reached out his right hand and pierced Bradley's lower abdomen.

"Huff. This, uh, what happened......."

Bradley opens his eyes and his mouth wide in a sudden situation.

A tremendous amount of pain comes from your lower abdomen.

Then.

"Hehehe. What's going on?" You had me fooled. "

Hessel snores and approaches Bradley.

Bradley's arm pierces his lower abdomen, preventing him from making a move.

Hessel strokes Bradley's face with his long fingers.

"Bradley Webster. In the meantime, I've struggled to do what I want."

"You, you bastard......."

Bradley grunts with his bloodshot eyes.

Hessel stabs it in the eye with his fingertips.

"Ahhhh!"

Bradley screams out in blood.

Hessel speaks from behind as he drains the blood from his fingertips.

"I know it's a puppet that controls Simon's mind, but you're not the puppet master. It's me, Hessel. Hehehehe."

He taps Bradley on the shoulder.

It feels like I'm comforting and humiliating that I've been through so much.

"Simon is consumed by madness, killing the bastard, Bradley Webster, and draining the world of blood. It doesn't matter why he's crazy or why. The point is, Simon the Mad Monarch is going to bring an end to the world."

Hessel whispers in Bradley's ear.

"What do you think? Scenario okay? It's so much better than the cliché scenario where you become a hero, a national ancestor. Khh."

"Me, crazy….."

Bradley's voice is getting weaker.

Hessel nods.

"Yes, I am crazy. I couldn't help it."

The smile on his mouth disappeared and his eyes flashed with poison and life.

"I was born in the dark, and I had to grow up in the dark. He was the same man, but he had to avoid them. The world was hell. The problem is, the whole damn world is hell for us. So I decided to give the other Humans the same hell we've been through."

My voice made me feel alive.

"Simon, the Mad Monarch, Simon is just the beginning of our plan. We're gonna turn this whole damn world into a living hell."

"Grrrgh."

Bradley groans instead of answering.

'What am I doing...'

He rebuked his own stupidity and ignorance.

But it's too late.

Hessel bursts into laughter as he looks at Bradley's face soaked in pain.

"Don't be so painful. I'd be happy and grateful to be dead right now."

He takes a slight step back.

Now I want to let Bradley go.

If I give the order in my head, Simon will immediately rip Bradley's body apart.

"Goodbye. Maybe we should see the new world for ourselves."

"Grrrgh!"

Bradley grips his teeth.

Hessel pauses, trying to command his mind.

I had a strange smile on my mouth.

"Ah! I have something to ask you."

He looks straight at Bradley.

"What do you think? Do you regret what you did to Simon?"

Simon asked Bradley a question.

Bradley grits his teeth.

"I regret it, you son of a bitch! '

I wanted to answer, but my mouth didn't open.

My breath is shallow.

You hear Hessel's voice in your ears.

"Ah....... no answer. The answer is if you see Simon later, then do it. I'll send it right away."

At the same time, I gave the order in my head.

Simon moves his right arm, unmoved as if he was waiting.

The right arm, which was piercing Bradley's lower abdomen, moves mercilessly.

"Shhhhh!"

Bradley's screams fill the battle.

At the same time, the hard torso was torn into dozens of pieces.

Fighting.

Blood and flesh fall to the floor.

"Hehehehe."

When Hessel sees that, he bursts out a bizarre smile.

He strokes Simon's head on the throne and takes a deep breath.

"Simon."

Low call.

"Yes."

Surprisingly, Simon replied with a completely different voice than usual.

Of course, his eyes were still black.

Hessel grimaces as if Simon was cute, then whispers in a small voice.

"Shall we go create a new world?"

"Yes, I understand."

Simon bows slightly.

The black eyes glow strangely.

Half King Simon Lines of the Rhine Kingdom.

He became a fanatic just like his last life.

But no one knew where the last three and this life were the same and where they were different.

Why did you become a berserker? When did you become a berserker? The situation where the berserker killed Bradley?

Nothing was certain.

I could only guess that the new world Hessel wanted was not a very beautiful world.

But before the shaman Master Hessel and the Berserker Simon stepped forward to create a new world, there were those who stepped forward to create a new world.

Moreover, the world he had promised to make was a world of salvation that was so peaceful and beautiful that everyone could live in.

A person who wants to create a world where anyone can be happy.

He was none other than Roan Lancefield.

Red Ghost Roan Lancefield vs. Wild Monarch Simon, Shaman Master Hessel.

A new world versus a new world.

It was only to see who would win and what world would unfold.

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