I am the Monarch

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"Too bad. I can't help looking at empty borders......."

Guy Lamont of the Eastern Kingdom shakes his head, rethinking his appetite.

Guy was a representative of the Estelle Kingdom a few years ago when he secretly met Baron Noel Howard of Byron to form a union between the two countries.

At that time, the Byron and Istel kingdoms joined forces to attack the Persian kingdoms, but were defeated by two princes, Manus Persian.

Until then, Guy, who was prominent among the young nobles, had been responsible for the defeat and had not been a chipper for a long time.

Fortunately, Fade Nail, which was meant to be together, once again took power, was also able to emerge as a key figure in the kingdom.

"It's better not to be greedy. Roan Lancefield is not a decent man."

The protagonist of the soft voice was a faded nail.

A man who was a nobleman in the last war against the Reines Kingdom with a specialty in which he successfully repelled his base troops.

He was also called a fox of the battlefield in his last life.

He shakes his head, looking west.

"I can't make that stupid mistake again."

The line of sight was the eastern border of the Rhine Kingdom.

Guy closest to the fade, whispering in a small voice.

"But this one and the last one are different. Even though Roan Lancefield pacified the central and southern parts of the Rhine Kingdom, to be honest, he took an empty shell. By contrast, the Kingdom of the North Lines was one step behind the war, and because it had taken over all of the forces of the Duke of Webster, it had a much stronger power than I expected. Not only that, but the Estian Empire, which is the leader of Mills Boysa, is also helping."

His words go faster and faster.

"The Byron Empire and our Estelle Empire will not stand a chance against Roan Lancefield." "

It was definitely reasonable.

Nevertheless, Fade shakes his head with a bold expression.

"Bird of Lamont. You're absolutely right. But I don't feel like it."

I looked back.

He turns to one of the many troops with his eyes splattered behind his back.

"It was Earl Lancefield's nance….."

Nance.

Along with Swift, who persuaded Birch Heath Porter to join Roan's camp, he was one of six talents called Lancefield's conscience later.

Earl Lancefield was supposed to stay and watch over administrative affairs, accompanied by the Eastern Royal Army.

"Are you looking at him again?"

Guy turns his head in line with Fade's gaze, and soon he looks puzzled.

He didn't like the nance.

Fade's eyes, on the other hand, glow was powerful.

"I've decided to take the stand with Roan Lancefield, not the Kingdom of the North Lines, by persuading that Nanz."

It was amazing.

The Byron and Estelle kingdoms have already been known to be allies with Clay in Sectionals.

But there was something wrong with the mouth of the General, who was leading the Eastern Imperial Army.

Guy sighs briefly.

"Not yet. Whether or not we work with Roan Lancefield, the informant who is sent to the Kingdom of Rhine will return and come to a decision."

Definitely drawing a line.

Fade, however, says something completely wrong.

"Isn't that great?"

"Yes? What?"

Guy frowns and bites again.

Fade still looks at the nonce and replies in a small voice.

"That Nanz guy. He's a mere administrative director of Earl Lancefield. And there are five more like them. They say they're the worst compared to them."

"That's probably why you're humble."

Guy shakes his head with a smile.

It was true that I didn't like Nanz, but I had to admit to the ability he had shown me.

I didn't want to believe that such nonces were actually terminal administrators and the most competent of many colleagues.

'If that's true, Earl Lancefield's power is equal to that of the entire country.'

Guy shakes his head slightly.

It was complicated.

Right then.

"Hmm?"

A horse speeds up from the border of the western Rhine Kingdom.

Guy's face brightens.

"The informant is back."

"I see."

Fade takes his eyes off the nonz and looks west.

An informant on a sturdy horse gallops in front of you.

"I'm here to see the Commander."

The informant quickly steps off the horse and kneels on one knee.

"What's the situation?"

Fade asks in a low voice, and the informant bows his head and answers quickly.

"The Lancefield Territories captured five fortresses in the Kingdom of the North Lines and a major Node Area in just ten days of the start of the war."

"What?!"

Guy frowns at the unexpected report.

"Are you sure about that? Even less than half the army of Lancefield compared to the Kingdom of the North Line."

The informant nods slightly.

"That's true. However, the report is clear. The North Rhine Empire is no match for the Lancefield army. In addition, the Kingdom of the Rhine, and even in some parts of the Kingdom of the North Rhine, the people of the Kingdom have declared their support for Roan Lancefield."

"Brilliant. Bringing down the support of the people of the kingdom in the war." "

Fade flaunts his tongue in awe.

Gay, on the other hand, still finds it hard to believe.

"Perhaps they were careless in the Kingdom of the North Line. Otherwise, there would have been no unilateral result."

The informant nods.

"That's right. There must have been some opinions. But......."

He smiles awkwardly and blurs his words.

"But?"

Guy asked with an anxious expression.

The informant swallows the drought and answers in a small voice.

"I heard the news just before I crossed the border. Birch Heather Myers of the Estia empire led 30,000 Imperial troops to the McGinley area......."

"That's right! Now I'm thinking about doing the right thing."

Guy stops talking and likes clapping his hands.

The informant's face hardened.

He sighed briefly and spoke in hindsight.

"I was on the march, but according to Roan Lancefield's strategy, Birch Heather Myers lost her life and the Myers Army retreated after nearly 20,000 casualties."

"Ah......."

Guy smiled brightly and liked it. He opened his mouth and burst into tears, not tears.

Now my eyes were filled with horror that I couldn't be more surprised.

Fade nods, smiling faintly as if it were natural.

"Yes. Good work. Just back off."

"Yes."

After a short answer, the informant drives his horse and hides himself in the army behind him.

Until then, Guy who opened his mouth with a dazzled face held out his tongue as if he couldn't believe it.

"How could you do this?"

Fade replied briefly.

"It's Roan Lancefield."

"Hmm."

Guy nods with a murmur.

At this point, he had to admit it too.

Fade asks in a small voice.

"What do you think? Still think we should work with the Kingdom of the North Line rather than Roan Lancefield?" "

Bad question.

Guy shakes his head, smiling awkwardly.

"No. Nail was right, too. Roan Lancefield should never have been an enemy. It would be more beneficial to accept his offer than to fight him."

"I think so, too."

Fade nods.

"It would be far more beneficial for the Rhine Kingdom to have their war reimbursement removed and their acquisition of our lands returned to us in exchange for a fight with Roan Lancefield."

Guy nods silently.

Everything has been decided.

Fade smiles faintly and says in a mean voice.

"Let's cross the border first, shall we?"

In response, Guy burst his bloody smile.

"I have to act like I've never played before."

At the end of the sentence, the Eastern Empire forces, led by Fade and Guy, begin marching.

The objective is the Rhine Kingdom.

The first shape looked like that.

* * *

"Destroy Left Forward Battalion! Pushed to the front of the Faction!"

Urgent report.

"I've already dispatched Powell's troops from the rear. Tell Captain Austin to send Captain Walter up to Mount Pilton."

Bold expression.

Soft voice.

Ian Philips was calm, calm and relaxed in the midst of intense battle.

"Phew!"

The soldier who urgently posted the report smiles brightly and returns to the Left Armed Forces camp.

It wasn't just that.

There have been numerous reports, not only of the military and allies, but Ian was not at all embarrassed that he had a clear view of the entire battlefield from where he was sitting.

He even took reasonable steps a step or two in advance of the soldiers' reports.

Thanks to this, the battle was going very smoothly and relaxed.

"Fantastic."

After the outbreak, Jeremiah Heath Porter of the Army, who was resting, put out his tongue.

The honour flowed out by itself.

Ian is a monster to him.

"More monsters than Phil, Brian, Harrison, and Walter. '

The strength of your longevity was truly great, but you couldn't face more than one, more than two.

Ian, however, seems to be playing with a small child in his seat.

Ian, who had just given a new instruction, smiled faintly at Heath.

"There's someone really great."

I remembered the glow of admiration on her face.

Heath raises his eyebrows slightly as if to ask who it was.

Ian turns his head and looks forward to the battle.

I couldn't measure it in detail because it was so far away, but the tingling sensation made my skin tremble.

"The Lord is truly a great man."

I was proud of my voice.

"He is the one on strategy and tactics. No......."

My eyes trembled.

"He's on the battlefield and at war."

Heath nods, smiling and smiling in fear.

"Well, I can't disagree with that."

His gaze leads to the battlefield along Ian.

A look of awe.

Wherever Ian and Heath's gaze stayed, there was Roan.

Kuaaaaang!

The ground burst with a loud noise.

A long blaze at the same time.

"Blood, move!"

"Damn it!"

The Lines Liberation Army troops fly from side to side, avoiding the flames.

Moment.

"Ouch!"

Amaranth's men, wearing red armor with suntan, reveal themselves.

Brave figure splashing swords and spears through fire and flames.

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

The Liberation Army soldiers collapsed without ever attempting a change in resistance.

At that time, the rear soldiers spread their arrows at Roan.

It was the Rhine Liberation Army's most difficult to deal with as a Lancefield soldier.

"Listen to Parma!"

"Phew!"

The soldiers of the nearby Amaranth troops quickly raise a small shield overhead.

Roan, on the other hand, snores and swings Travis' spear long.

Glug glug!

The veil of fire spread over my head.

Drunk profits!

The arrows that were flying through the space were unable to pierce the fire and disappeared with the smoke.

Roan's eyes peer back at the enemy.

You see archers sighing ahead of you.

'We need to get rid of them first.'

Roan laughs bitterly and kicks the horse's belly.

A massive assault.

"Stop him!"

"Don't get through!"

The infantry lines up tightly.

It's not easy to break through to Roan all of a sudden.

Nonetheless, Roan kicked the horse's belly even more vigorously.

Two or two!

The horse races like a madman.

"Huh?"

"Are you just going to bump into them?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

The Lines Liberation Army infantry crouches and spits their insults.

The Amaranth troops, on the other hand, did not care at all about what they had to do.

Because to them, Roan was beyond the scope of man.

Meanwhile, Roan and Gunma arrive in front of the Rhine Liberation Army infantry.

Gulp.

All of the infantry swallowed dry saliva and slapped each other on the shoulders.

Expression of willingness to never back down.

Right then.

Spot!

The fierce rush of Roan and the warrior disappeared.

"......?"

The nervous infantry opens its eyes wide, like a ghost, at the sight of Roan disappearing like the wind.

Even looking at the sky and the earth, I couldn't see Roan anywhere.

"Where the hell did you go......."

When a soldier gives a grumpy whimper.

Pa!

With a gust of wind, Roan and the horse appear behind the infantry.

"Huff!"

"Roan!"

"Disgrace!"

The relaxing archers sigh, startled and screaming at the sight of Roan in front of them.

'The more powerful the Blink is, the better.'

Why Roan was able to break through the infantry in a heartbeat.

It was thanks to Blink magic using Brant's ring.

Roan twists his wrist with a blurry smile.

Glug-ug-ug!

A flame rises through Travis' spear.

Spababat!

Every time the spear dances, there is a fire. Every time there is a fire, the archers turn black ash and disappear.

It was the slaughter of the Rhines Liberation Army Archers that plagued the Landfill.

* * *

Ugh.

The pen is broken.

"Hmph. Hmph."

"Hmm."

The nearby commanders were a little surprised and coughed or swallowed.

The one who broke the pen was Clay.

Sturdy face.

But soon my mouth went up.

The eyes that were originally so small that they couldn't even be seen were smaller.

"Looks like this pen is out of date."

He turns his head after removing the crumbs from his pen, shaking nervously.

At the end of his gaze was a disgraced soldier.

"Say that again."

Your voice is as soft and calm as ever.

But the surrounding commanders, as well as the disgraced Morgolian soldier, knew that Clay's insides were burning black.

The soldier smiles bitterly and opens his mouth.

"The first Lines Liberation Army to intercept the Lancefield Territories has engaged in combat in the Croma Fields, Canuden Plains and the Beaches, respectively….."

He breathed for a moment and then spoke in hindsight.

"They were defeated at the end of the battle."

"Hmm."

The commanders all blurted.

I heard it twice in a row, but I didn't get used to it.

I never expected to see such a defeat.

This report is why Clay broke the pen he was holding while reviewing the operations.

It means Clayzoza's unexpected defeat.

Of course, he was insisting that the pen was worn out.

Clay taps his chin with his fingertips and smiles faintly.

"Did you really lose the battle?"

"Yes? Well, that's..."

The soldier hesitates for a moment on an unexpected question.

The sharp light hits Clay's eyes.

"After a few days, the official report will come up. Report as is, in fact."

"That's actually......."

The soldier glances at the commanders for a moment and replies in a small voice.

"A complete defeat. The enemy seemed to know everything about what we were doing, how we were going to behave."

It was a more miserable report than I just reported.

The commanders' faces harden.

'The Lancefield army is much stronger than I thought.'

'It's dangerous to have Roan Lancefield as an enemy.'

Do we surrender to the Lansfield army now? '

The impure thoughts bloom.

Clay gazes at the soldier who pretended to be unfaithful despite the various commanders' shocks.

"Are you sure the allies are moving as I instructed?"

I wanted to ask if he didn't just wander off into battle.

The soldier shakes his head with a stiff look.

"They all followed orders......."

"I see. Now back off."

Clay shakes his hand and disconnects the soldier.

I didn't want to hear the end of it.

The soldier quickly lowers his head, shutting his mouth, and moves toward the entrance.

Clay then returns to his original position, pulling out a new pen and asking for jealousy.

"Ah! Who did you say was Lancefield's general?"

The soldier, who left the commander's office, turned around and replied in a low voice.

"I am the eldest son of Earl Philips."

"Yes, you said Ian Phillips. Okay, get out of here."

Clay smiles faintly and shakes his hand again.

Boom.

The soldier disappears out of the commander's room with a murmur.

The commanders look at Clay's gaze without saying a word.

'Commander Clay, there must be something we can do.'

'Commander Clay is a confident man in everything.'

'He led the dying Duke of Webster and built the Kingdom of the North Line. He'd have an idea.'

A situation in which everyone hung only Clay.

Clay was well aware of the expectations of such commanders.

Normally, I would have relieved them by smiling brightly.

But not now.

'There was someone in the Kingdom of Rhine to compare me.......'

Although the first wave of the Rhines Liberation Army was not the force it saw, it was thought to be quite an equal fight.

Moreover, the goal of the first wave is to harass the Lancefield territory and lure them to the state battlefield, Newark.

It means that there was no plan to actively fight the end of the world.

"You destroyed an army that had been trying to retreat from the beginning? '

A situation that can never be seen in vain.

'Ian Philips.......'

I searched every memory in my head, but nothing came to mind.

Earl Philips' firstborn son at best, and a rumour of talent since his time at Tron Academy.

'I thought you were a kid from the Academy...'

It was a completely wrong decision.

"Whew."

Clay takes a deep breath.

I couldn't help but worry.

Mills Boysa breaks the silence, when she couldn't wait any longer.

"Commander Clay."

Low call.

Clay turns his head to look at Mills.

Suddenly, I had a smile on my mouth.

"Don't worry, everyone. It looks like Lancefield has a pretty good military presence."

A few of the commanders were in a commotion.

"Ian was rumored to be a genius by the King and Mill."

"What are you going to do with him?"

Everyone nods worryingly.

Clay gets up from his seat with his arms on the table.

He looked around at the commanders, including Mills, and replied with a bold voice.

"I'll go."

At that moment, both eyes opened wide.

"That, does that mean......?"

The commanders blur their words as if they were hard to believe.

Clay nods slowly.

"I will march with the Second Liberation Army and take Roan Lancefield's head."

Declaration of Entry.

It was Clay's wild card.

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