I am the Monarch

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Troops and troops made of green cloth fluttered in the southern winds.

Lines are rarely seen in the Blue Light Kingdom.

"Thank you so much for coming."

"No, it's an honor to be able to help."

Two young men in gorgeous armor held hands and smiled brightly.

My mouth was clearly smiling, but my eyes were dim.

No, the precise light that cautioned each other was powerful.

I had to.

Because they were working together for their own benefit, not because of positive emotions or relationships such as loyalty, friendship, respect or affection.

The young man with the green crest carved on his breastplate, like a raised flag, smiled brightly and looked north.

"So what are your plans going to be? Prince Column."

It was amazing.

One of the two young men dressed in spectacular armor was the Three Prince Column Lines of the Rhine Kingdom.

He followed the young man in the green crest and looked north.

"We must conquer the Southwestern part of the kingdom as a free folk. I intend to build a solid foundation of power. Prince Lucan."

Lukan.

His full name is Lucan DS.

The prince of the Kingdom of Dies, bordering the southern part of the Rhine, was Lucan Dies.

The two of them looked at each other with their gaze toward the north.

A blurry smile came to mind.

'Prince Lucan Dies. It would be a shame to give him Porter's territory, but if only we could get help from the SS Royal Army.......'

The death of Tommy would not only make it impossible for the Southwest of the Kingdom to become an unowned land, but also for the king to take Milr down.

'You must stay in good company with Prince Lucan.'

The column swallowed a dry needle.

Despite defeating Simon and ascending to the throne, the situation in the kingdom and its position made me very uneasy.

In such a situation, your friendship with Lukan, who has become the next King of the Kingdom of DS, will be greatly helpful.

Of course, it was lucan's great advantage to work with columns in his own way.

'Our kingdom of DS is blocked to the north-west by the Rhine Kingdom and to the north-east by the Confederate Islas.'

The situation in the north and south was deeper.

To the north was Lake Foucane and to the south the Gran Mountains were holding back the Kingdom of DS.

'It doesn't matter if you've been growing your power for a long time. But if only we could help him create a crisis column and make him king of the Rhine Kingdom and make an alliance.......'

We will be able to attack the Aymas Union in the north-east, regardless of its north-west border, bordering the Rhine Kingdom.

A great opportunity to expand your territory.

There is an opportunity to enter a wider world.

Moreover, Lucan has already received a great gift from the column.

'As a condition of dispatching the military, I received a portion of the southern portion of the Rhine Kingdom.'

It was a Yellow Masquerade Land, including the Order of Porter.

'My reputation will rise within the kingdom.'

As a prince, Lucan was a great achievement to show his power to his father and the people of the kingdom.

Of course, Column and Lucan had no intention of trusting each other and making fair deals for each other.

The column smiles deeply, gazing at Lukan's face.

'You may be looking for the Islas Union, but you're also deeply connected to it. I will not stand by and watch you invade at will.'

Duke Reese Cowan's son Chester Cowan, Column's outsider, has long been in charge of longtime military operations for the Aymas Union.

Thanks to this, the Duke of Kowan and his colleagues in Columbia and the AIMAS coalition had a strong relationship.

If there had been no Lake Porsche between the Rhines and the Islands, the column would have been assisted by the Islas coalition instead of reaching out to the Kingdom of Aedes in the first place.

'As soon as you attack the Iced Society, I will shove my sword through your back.'

Wicked thoughts fill my head.

It's the same with Lukan.

Column, you don't think I know what you're up to? But what should I do..... even if you ascend to the throne, you won't even care about our kingdom of DS. '

Lucan was willing to take this opportunity to tear the Rhine kingdom apart in two.

He's leaving Simon's forces in some part of the north to spread the column's nerves.

'I will balance the forces well to conceive of the sheep's clothing.'

A frightening glow flashes from the depths of your eyes.

Column and Lucan reach out their right hand at the same time as promised.

"I look forward to it."

"I'm asking you nicely."

A blurry smile that hides your insides.

But Column and Lucan's eyes still had a fierce boundary of light.

* * *

"Extinction!"

"Extinction again!"

"Extinction!"

A series of quick reports.

The messengers' faces were filled with a desperate and bewildered look.

"Shit! Again!"

The same was true of Hessel, the shaman's master.

'This is ridiculous.'

I couldn't understand.

I was well aware that Roan and the Lancefield army he led were strong.

'But shaman dolls are enemies they've never experienced before.......'

I was embarrassed, disoriented and confused.

As a human being, I had to feel fear in front of the unknown.

However, reports from the battlefield suggest that the reactions and reactions of Roan and Lancefield's territorial forces were surprisingly calm.

'It's like you know everything.'

Hessel frowns.

He didn't even know or estimate that Roan was a regent returning to the past and absorbed the memories of shamans.

The heavy silence settles.

However, there was no sound in the ears, but there was a huge storm of life in the war.

Hessel's gaze naturally settles on a large chair.

A young man wearing gorgeous armor.

Simon Lines, the current king of the Rhine Kingdom.

'Puppet I made.'

Hessel swallows his thirsty saliva.

Simon was the protagonist of a stormy life.

Simon stares at Hessel with this red expression.

Hessel frowns.

'This one....... is getting harder and harder to control with magic.'

Simon was like some kind of magic doll.

Hessel and the shamans joined forces to dominate his spirit and put a powerful seal in his head.

Thanks to this, Simon is unable to resist Hessel's orders.

Even.

'When you give the order to die, you must die without hesitation.'

That's how strong Hessel and the shamans were.

But over time, Simon tries to move out of Hessel's control.

At first, I didn't know why.

I thought spells and boundaries were wrong.

'But there was nothing wrong with our spells.

Problem is.

'The Maggi of Peenville Manat is too strong.'

The Devil's Mana Law, Pienville.

Simon began his training by obtaining the Pienville Mana method from his foreigner, Duc Bradley Webster.

And it was Hessel who brought the Pienville Mana Law to Bradley.

'When I learned the Pienville Mana method, I became unsettled by the fierce Magi.'

This means that magic makes it easier to control and control the mind.

Predictions were right.

Hessel was so easily able to put Simon's mind at his fingertips.

Problems have occurred since then.

'The Pienville Mana Act, which has already reached some level, is accumulating more and more Marki regardless of Simon, or my physician.'

And increasingly powerful, Magi instinctively reacted violently and roughly to break the enchantment barrier in her head.

'I can still control it, but.......'

It could break the spell barrier, and the vile Magi could take Simon and swallow him.

'A frenzied storm will begin.'

Becoming a real demon, not a puppet puppet of one person.

Hessel swallows his thirsty saliva again.

'Dammit. I can't breathe.'

It was hard to breathe because of Simon's breathing.

He smashes his fingers coldly, creating a peculiar shape and then gives the command in an annoying voice.

"Lower your energy and close your eyes."

At that moment, a black light flashes from Simon's eyes.

If it had been the same before, he would have responded directly to the command with a short answer.

But Simon looks at Hessel horribly, motionless.

"Come on!"

Hessel shouts, once more raising his strength.

"...... Yes."

Then Simon closes his eyes, releasing Margie, who he raised with a fabulous answer.

The creepy life that tightened my throat disappeared like a wash.

"Son of a bitch….."

Hessel glances at Simon for a moment, then turns his head.

Several shamans are waiting for orders with a stiff look.

"Whew."

With a short sigh, Hessel gives a simple but frightening command.

"Shamanic dolls made of corpses have a clear limit."

It seems that magic dolls made of physically intact human beings are much more powerful.

Hessel speaks in a small, low voice.

"Capture the people of Longport Castle and all nearby villagers."

Gulp.

The shamans swallowed the drought.

Because I knew what the order would be.

On the contrary, at last, a terrible and terrible command is issued.

"They all turn into magic dolls."

* * *

A barren field that cannot be found in blue light.

After leading a series of victories, Roan has set up camp in the western fields of the Infec region.

Although they were winning the war, they were not exhausted.

The Lansfield soldiers were human and needed rest.

It was the same with Roan.

No matter how skilled he was at using firearms and maneuvers, he also needed to rest, even though he had tremendous strength.

But...

'It's not time to rest yet.'

He also returned with a very short and sweet break, immersed himself in new training, rather than research.

Roan sits in the center of the barracks and examines Travis' spear thoroughly.

'There must be something.'

The story I heard when I met Flemish and Travis in Vertex.

Travis' little reminder.

'Becale. That's why he was called a nobleman.'

Beckel was Roan's best friend who fled to Byron Kingdom with Travis' spear in his last life and wanted to cast all kinds of curses.

'It was the same end lancer as me.'

In just two years, he became the spear that commands the northeast of the continent and gained the title of the nobleman.

'Having Travis' spear does not mean that there are great spears and mana laws. '

Even Roan wouldn't have been able to stretch Travis' spear as long as the length of the spear if he hadn't acquired the Flamdor Mana method.

Travis' spear was a magical armor that couldn't be used properly without Mana in the first place.

Roan raises Travis' spear before his eyes.

The black color shows an arduous appearance.

'Either a great Mana is hidden or a great spear is hidden.'

Other than that, there was no way Beckel could be a spear in a terminal spear.

Roan turns his gaze around Travis' spear and examines it again.

But there was nothing particularly noticeable.

Spill Mana? No, no, no, no. Becale didn't know how to use Mana back then. '

Answer the question.

I completely erased the idea of trying to make a spear with Mana.

'If you don't use Mana, you can eventually find the secrets of the window through physical means....... Is there something like a very small device or space hidden.......'

I wasn't sure.

I just made the most likely hypothesis.

However, I searched and searched until late at night after eating, but I couldn't find anything special.

"Damn it."

Roan utters a profanity without even knowing it.

My sense of self-esteem went up to my throat.

I remember the face of the traitor, Beckel.

"He really uncovered Travis' secret? That Bakale girl is so much simpler and more ignorant than me......."

With a pitiful gust of frustration, Roan is flawed and silent.

My eyes trembled.

"Yes. Beckale, he was so damn simple and ignorant."

I was never a human being who would look at the spear carefully and thoroughly through the night like Roan.

'Let's see, Roan, what would Becale have done?'

Memories and memories of Beckale I didn't want to think about.

A lot of things that I tried to erase in my head came to me as clearly as yesterday.

Roan sits still and examines many memories and memories.

Every time, I realized once again how stupid and simple Saab Bekale was.

Even.

"Yes, the traitor was obsessed with a venomous legend or conspiracy. '

Becale was a vain and childish child.

'What kind of bastard knows the secret of Travis spear....... huh? Huh?'

As Roan recalls his memories and memories, he opens his mouth slightly, his eyes flashing.

Big surprise.

He mutters in a small voice without even knowing it.

"Yes, he was obsessed with the Arthur legend."

The Legend of Ator.

It was a tale of Arthur, a warrior who defeated the Demon King and the Horsemen and saved the human world.

It was a silly story that made her snore even after 10 years of age, but Beckel was always obsessed with being an adult.

The beauty of Arthur's legend was that the warrior Ator acquired the Sword Divino.

Roan glances at the memory that leads like a tail.

"Ator, who won Divino as a rusty steel sword, is clearly......."

The contents of Arthur's legend came to mind because of his useless attacks by shamans.

Roan's mouth rises as he looks up.

"Ator must have sprinkled his own blood on the DaVino."

The memory was accurate.

Biceps.

My heart was racing.

'Becale. He would have spilled his blood on Travis' spear. '

You wanted to mimic the warrior Ator.

Roan places Travis' spear on the table and draws his dagger.

A sharp blade shimmers in the light.

"Whew."

Suddenly, a heavy sigh came out.

"Am I right?"

As I tried to sprinkle blood, I wondered if Beckel was that simple.

But Roan shakes his head.

'Becale. That's enough of him.'

Roan bites his lower lip.

I grabbed the blade section of the dagger with my left hand.

Spatula.

Your palms widen with a eerie sound.

The red blood blooms like petals, and soon blooms.

Tucson. Tucson.

A red drop of blood falls into the black Travis spear.

In memory of Arthur's legend, Roan buried red blood evenly on the scepter.

The black spear turns red.

Roan stops bleeding and looks directly at Travis' spear.

The look of willingness not to miss even a small change.

But as expected, Travis' spear has not changed a bit.

'Maybe I was wrong.......'

Shabby face.

I smiled bitterly.

"Hoo. Yeah, well, Beckale wasn't that simple. He was a big boy, too."

Roan clears his throat for no reason.

"Hmmm."

He lightly reaches out and grabs Travis' spear.

"I need to clean it thoroughly before it rusts."

I feel sorry for Travis Chang for nothing.

The blood on the spear sticks into your palms.

It wasn't a very pleasant feeling.

"Where is the cloth......."

As Roan looks for a clean cloth and moves his feet.

[Rrrggghhh!]

A loud yawn pierces my ears.

No, it was ringing in my head, exactly.

What is it? '

When Roan was in a state of panic.

[What the hell. It's me, Travis. You finally woke me up.]

Neutral voices, whether male or female.

A very familiar voice.

The Travis you met at Vertex? '

[Yes, it's me, it's me. I like the outside world better than the dark Vertex. It's blinding me.]

Excited voice.

Roan is still distracted.

[I'm starving anyway. Can you give me some blood?]

Nonsense.

Roan frowns.

I've heard of it.

'The Demon King and the Horsemen who are messing with the world are craving blood. Therefore, the owners of the goods become miserable butchers.......'

Travis blurts when his thoughts continue.

[There seems to be a misunderstanding....... I don't eat other people's blood.]

A word that seems natural.

The voice starts to rise again.

[I only drink your blood.]

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