I am the Monarch

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Blue water flowed wherever the boundaries of heaven and earth were blurry and cloudy.

Even the water flowed from the top down as well as from the bottom up and large drops floated around.

A place that cannot be seen as a human world.

"Huh? We're late! Let's go!"

"It's okay. It's okay."

"I still have time."

The boys and girls with blue hair and clear skin rushed to walk.

I can't even see a human being.

At that time, the girl who was going ahead stopped and looked at the end of the cliff with no water stream or droplet.

"Hm? She is......?"

Unpleasant looks and voices.

The other boys and girls who followed frowned slowly at the end of the cliff.

"Look what it looks like. I feel bad."

"A child like that is a candidate for the Spirit King. No way."

"Look at that hair and that skin. It's a terrible color."

The accusations that stood against me poured out.

Then.

"Everyone complains about what I've decided."

I heard a beautiful voice.

"Ah!"

The boys and girls were greatly surprised and quickly bowed their heads.

In front of them stood a beautiful face, a smooth body, and a woman with a hard touch.

"Oh, Elaine!"

Boys and girls rolled their feet in a cave.

The beautiful woman was Eliam, the Spirit King of Water.

"Aren't you all late for class? Come on, let's go."

The spirit of the boy, girl, or water bowed coldly and disappeared as soon as Elime talked low.

Elime sighs for a moment as she looks at him.

'There are children who have already been raised.'

She turns her head toward the edge of the cliff.

At the end, a girl with a delicate red hair and often luminous skin sat curled up.

'Kinis.'

A sad light flashes into Ellem's eyes.

The girl who looked different from the ordinary water spirits was Kinis.

Elyme slowly takes a step toward Kinis.

"Are you still doing this?"

A gentle handing horse.

But Kinis didn't answer anything.

She focuses on the landscape beyond the cliff with no emotion, no thought.

No, my eyes were empty.

I didn't look at anything.

'I've been doing this for months.......'

When Roan became one with Flemish and Travis to deal with Simon.

It was then that Kinis returned to the spirit system.

It wasn't forced back because of the storm of heavy firearms.

No, on the contrary.

'The stronger the weapon, the stronger his strength and ability.'

Kinis was very embarrassed at the time.

A situation where the ability to absorb firearms becomes stronger and the appearance that was different from other spirits becomes even more bizarre.

'There was an intrinsic doubt about yourself.'

Besides, I didn't know how things would change around Roan, and I was afraid of it.

Finally, Kinis returned to the spirit system without even saying goodbye properly.

Afterwards, he sat on a cliff of Ter called the end of the boundary in the Spirit of Water and spent only time in a dazed state.

No, I was in deep trouble trying to figure it out.

'Poor child.'

Elime came to see Kinnis whenever he had time, but he didn't think to try anything about her.

'You have to stand up for yourself.'

She believed in Kinis.

Kinis was one of the nominees for the Spirit King.

And since birth, he's been a mysterious child.

"Kinis. I'll be going now."

Elyme strokes Kinis' head with a faint smile.

At that moment, Kinis' lips that had not said a word for months were tingling.

"Elaine."

A voice that has lost all its strength.

Elyme, who was about to leave, looked at Kinis with a slightly surprised look.

Kinis looked back at Ellem with his unfocused eyes.

"What the hell am I?"

* * *

Located in the southern part of the Kingdom of the North Lines, the rugged Newark area was no better for ambushes, sneak attacks or tactics.

Moreover, the south-central areas of Newark were wide open with rolling hills and fields, suitable for large and small rotations as needed.

The perfect place for a battlefield.

That's why Clay has kept the Newark area on the main battlefield from the beginning.

The first goal of the already annihilated Lines Liberation Army was to lure the Roan and Lancefield territorial forces to the New York area.

'I was a little embarrassed when the first wave was almost destroyed.......'

But there was no need to be discouraged.

Clay has trickily warped the Lansfield advance path through the druids.

Very carefully, thanks to a very slow plan, the Roan and Lancefield territorial forces have somehow entered the southern region of Newark.

'Luckily, everything is going according to its will.'

Clay smiles faintly.

He led the 2nd Reigns Liberation Army to Newark, one step ahead.

Clay used rough terrain in the North of Newark to build his own troops and troop factions, while setting up ships on major roads and critical areas.

In addition, an ambush was set up between the striking party and the Starfleet.

As a result, the northern part of Newark has transformed into a colossal fortress for the Rhine Liberation Army.

A perfect, firm fortress without a single inch.

When all the preparations were made, Clay put together his existing Webster Duke family troops, the troops of the nobles who followed him, and the troops he had forced into a large force of 70,000 and led them to the southern part of Newark.

Similar mountains and rivers spread out.

Clay reorganized 70,000 troops into platoon, rear, left and right troops to build his own camp, and then he took command of the platoon and rear troops himself.

"Yi, take a look at this pretense."

"Truly incredible."

"Even if I were Roan Lancefield, I'd be running around like a rat in front of this army."

"Hahaha!"

The commanders of the Second Liberation Army tremble at the sight of an endless number of factions and soldiers.

One confident look.

He seemed to have forgotten his fear of Roan.

They were really fools.

It's been a long day.

Around the time the sun rises from the east and leans back to the west, the horn of the guard digs into your ears.

Phew! Phew!

In a loud voice, Clay and several other commanders quickly climb over the watchtower.

The landscape was wide open before my eyes.

No, the battlefield is open.

"Finally."

Clay smiles strangely across the field.

30,000 troops revealed themselves in the low sunken dirt.

The army, all wearing red armor together, looked like a fire, was the Lancefield army leading by Roan.

Gulp.

Several commanders even swallowed dry water without their knowledge.

Just yesterday, the tremendous force and confidence that pierced the sky disappeared like snow.

Deep down inside they didn't even know it, there was a fear of Roan.

They were so frustrated by the color red.

'Cowards.'

Clay snorts at those commanders.

'That's what you are, so the Terminal Administrator was eaten by me.'

Most of the commanders were descendants of nobles from the Duke of Webster or who followed Duke of Webster.

Originally people who fought alongside Clay in a fierce battle of power.

Now, of course, it was a fluffy color, not a perfect tail.

'They will be eliminated after this war.'

Creepy thoughts.

But Clay had no intention of embracing the incompetent until the end.

But right now, one man, one man, was a very precious force.

He spread his arms wide as if he was trying hard not to worry.

"Don't worry too much. The whole of Newark is our fortress."

"Well, yes."

The commanders nod, smiling awkwardly.

In the past few days, I recalled an unprecedented set of factions, traps, strategies and tactics.

The momentum that was crushed gradually opens its base.

One of the commanders next to Clay asked in a small voice.

"They've just arrived. They must be distracted. How about a sneak attack?"

Clay shakes his head, smiling faintly.

"Ian Phillips couldn't have been that unprepared."

"Shall we prepare for an ambush? It must be because of the vigilante."

But Clay shakes his head again.

"Ian Philips is also going to be very prepared, and that's not going to be very useful."

A confident voice.

However, the faces of the commanders were disgruntled.

"So you're saying we should leave them alone?"

"It's not going to be a good opportunity like this."

I think I can't see anything because the pressure is rising.

Clay glances at them quietly.

My eyes were fierce and sharp.

"It's not going to be a good opportunity like this....... so I can't wait?"

A dull but sunny voice.

At that moment, the commanders' faces harden.

"Well, that's..."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that….."

I was cold sweating on the back.

In fact, the noble-born commanders secretly ignored Clay.

Although I was lying low now, I had ambition and pride to one day restore the honor of the noble family.

Sometimes when I get emotional, I sometimes push Clay behind me without even knowing it.

Forgetting reality for a moment.

Clay, of course, was well aware of the insides of such commanders.

'You must tread carefully so that you do not climb.'

It was one of the reasons why I sometimes looked spicy and cold.

It was Clay who left his former identity and now holds the reins of the Kingdom of the North Lines.

"......."

A choking silence settles throughout the watchtower.

All commanders have eyes on Clay.

Clay shakes his hand, smiling.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm just saying."

At that moment, an awkward smile blooms over the stiff faces of the commanders.

"Ah? Ah, yes."

"No, you're joking."

I felt a slight tremor in my voice.

Clay taps the shoulders of such commanders and speaks in hindsight.

"As many commanders have said, the situation is clearly unfortunate and unfortunate. But Ian Phillips is an army that has been wiped out enough to wipe out the First Division. You can't just move around like that."

Bold voice.

"Instead, when the sun goes down and the darkness sets, they'll leap in front of the camp and ring the horn, jingle, and drum. Let's torture those pretending to be ambushers."

"Oh! That's good."

The commanders nod with a burst of resilience.

"Let's terrorize them all night!"

"You'll be serving breakfast when you're exhausted. Hehehe."

Everyone laughed and rejoiced.

Soon a fake assault squad was formed on Clay's orders.

More than five troops were formed to alternate and cause unrest.

"I hope the night comes soon."

"Huh-huh-huh."

The second commanders of the Liberation Army burst into strange laughter.

Later in the Newark region, the Roan and Lancefield territorial forces halted their march following the second wave of the Rhine Liberation Army that had already finished the herpes.

"There you are."

Roan smiles blurrily.

Clay thought the Lancefield army had marched into Newark, according to his plan, but it wasn't.

No, half right, half wrong, to be exact.

It was true that for the first time, the Roan and Lancefield forces were warped by the Druids' methods.

However, Ian Philips suddenly notices a subtle shift in march direction and immediately orders Agence, Tenebrae and Abnegation to see what lies ahead of the expected march.

As a result, reports were made on five projected routes, with Roan and Ian considering Newark the most prominent of them all.

At this point, Ian admired Clay's ability for the first time.

Even if I tried to march away from Newark, there was no way I could march.

Though I thought I caught it pretty quickly, I was already trapped.

In the end, Roan and Ian chose a frontal battle.

Three units of information gathered and carefully reviewed all information about the Newark area.

At the same time, he began researching strategies and tactics to defeat the Second Liberation Army and Clay.

In the meantime, Lancefield's advance was very slow, and they were able to arrive in southern Newark just seven days after leaving McGinley.

"How do you feel?"

Roan briefly looks at the second faction of the Liberation Army, which is full of eyes.

Ian shakes his head with a bitter smile.

"Fantastic."

Again, a short answer.

Roan nods with a bold expression.

"Can you beat him?"

Ian smiled instead of answering.

Roan turns his head and looks at Ian as he doesn't hear the answer.

Ian replied with a small but powerful voice, not a confident voice, only after his eyes met.

"Of course."

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