I am the Monarch

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"Khh, save Clay!"

"Save the Commander!"

The druids and other knights around you scream loudly.

However, I couldn't take a step apart from the sound of shouting.

Voodoo Voodoo!

A red rain that rains a long time as it cuts open the blue sky.

I dared not think about going into it because of the rain of fire that was pouring down like it was going to burn everything.

They just stand there staring at Roan Lancefield and Clay.

Fortunately, it doesn't rain fire on both sides of Roan and Clay.

"Ugh. Roan Lancefield......."

Clay calls out to Roan in an urgent voice.

I couldn't die like this.

I didn't come out here to die in vain.

Suddenly, I remembered the faces of the two brothers.

I was frozen and frozen for over 20 years under a teacher, even though I was not a relative.

Both brothers were outstanding, but not compared to themselves.

'The best of the three cannot die like this.'

Clay looks directly into Roan's eyes.

My lips trembled.

Trying to tell a difficult story.

"Save me."

I broke my pride.

Finally, the arrogant snore is broken.

Roan smiles blurrily.

"Help me?"

I keep asking with this ridiculous look on my face.

Clay nods with a straight face.

"If you spare my life, I will seat the Earl on the highest ground."

My mouth went up gently.

After spitting it out once, I felt confident again.

"I have the ability to do that."

In the meantime, I was still overzealous about my abilities.

Roan shakes his head slowly.

"It's not important without ability. You've already lost faith."

Clay lets out a long breath, terrified to the end.

"I swear on the Druid."

I swear to you that if you break your promise, you will lose all of the Druid's power.

Serif and several druids were also following Clay's orders because of this oath.

But Clay and the other druids were clearly different.

'The Druid's abilities are only part of my abilities, after all.'

The ability to feel most worthy was intellectual ability.

With his own head, he could once again rule the world.

The Druid's ability could be replaced enough by a number of his henchmen.

No, in the first place.

'I no longer betray Earl Lancefield.'

Clay grips his teeth.

At the end of this fight, he realizes that he is not his opponent.

I prided myself on being smart, but it was too late to judge the situation at stake.

Roan glances at Clay like that.

"I already have great housewives."

"You mean Ian Phillips? He's a little kid compared to me."

Clay extends his arms wide.

"It's true that Ian is also a great talent. But he didn't anticipate my strategy at all. I confused the Prince and the Tribute and put him in danger."

It was somewhat true.

Roan nods slightly.

Clay sees that and calls for inner joy.

"Done. Earl Lancefield admits as much as I do. You can't kill me if you have more intent. '

Unwarranted confidence fills my throat.

The lip tucked up and the relief on the face was powerful.

When Roan saw that, he couldn't help himself.

'Fool. You're still trapped in your wife's house.'

He shakes his head and loosenes the hand that was holding his neck.

"Phew!"

Clay breathes out a long, gasping breath.

It was a sigh of relief.

'You chose me after all.'

He thinks he's taken over.

Clay bows his head to Roan.

"I will try my best from now on......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I don't need it."

Cool voice.

"Yes?"

Clay looks a little surprised.

Roan glanced silently at his eyes and spoke in a bold voice.

"You don't have to take care of me."

His voice was still cool.

Clay's expression hardens.

My mouth went up slowly, and my tail went back to its place.

You don't need me? '

I was embarrassed.

You're just gonna let me go? '

Suddenly, my face distorted.

I put down my pride to beg for my life.

But that's because he was confident in his abilities.

I am confident that if I let him live, I will be able to gain trust and trust again.

But now, Roan says he doesn't need to look after himself.

'Are you ignoring me again.......'

It reminded me of an old memory of being demobilised and demoted for just watching and eavesdropping.

Clay grips his teeth.

'Roan Lancefield. Don't forget today's humiliation.'

I was filled with vain pride and vengeance.

Clay raises his head and looks directly into Roan's eyes.

"Very well. If that's what you want, I'll do it. However......."

Cold eyes and voices.

"The next time we meet will be very different from where we are now."

At that, Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"That's never going to happen."

Clay screams in horror at the end.

"You ignore me to the end!"

A completely different reaction from what you always looked like.

Roan is still smiling blurrily.

"I'm not ignoring you. It means we'll never see each other again."

"Hmm?"

Then Clay felt something strange.

He frowns and looks at Roan.

Roan also looks Clay straight in the eyes.

"You don't have to take care of me......."

His right hand touches Clay's chest.

"You don't have to be alive anymore."

Cold voice.

"Well, what the..."

Clay panics and tries to remove Roan's hand.

But this time, Roan was a little faster.

Phew!

A red glow emanates from the hand that was touching Clay's chest.

At that moment, Clay's body rises up and flies back.

"Huh?!"

Clay looks surprised with his eyes wide open.

Roan looks at him and whispers in a low voice.

"Die hot in the rain of fire."

It was a declaration and a verdict.

"Grrrgh!"

Clay grips his teeth.

Fire rains down on your head in fear of falling on Roan.

He quickly clapped his hands and chanted a peculiar spell.

Trying to save lives with a Druid's ability to despise his own values.

Tsupababat!

A blurry membrane flowed through my body.

The raging flower pounds Clay's body.

Tupperware!

The rain of fire bounces off without piercing the cloudy membrane.

However, the intensity of the fire was intense.

There was definitely a limit to standing still.

Then.

"Hehe."

Clay bursts into tears.

A flame pierces the membrane and falls over the skin.

Tsk, tsk!

The flame pierced the corners of the clothing and melted the skin.

The agony was overwhelming.

The blurry membrane that flowed through the body gradually became thinner.

Oh, no! '

The druid's defensive technique cannot stop Roan's wrath.

"Rae, Earl Lancefield!"

Clay looks at Roan with an urgent look and eyes.

"Sa, please save me! I'll do my best to be loyal!"

The confidence and vengeance that had just filled my throat disappeared everywhere.

He begged for his life with a red face.

Roan raises his right hand slowly, instead of answering.

"......."

Roan and Clay's gaze is complicated.

No, Clay was the only thing that was complicated.

Roan's gaze clearly had one meaning.

My lips were tightly closed and moved.

"Taola."

A bold voice pierces Clay's ears through the rain of fire.

At the same time, Roan's high hand falls to the ground.

At that moment, the rain of fire rained down on Clay became even heavier.

Tutu tu tu tu!

"Rrrrgh!"

Clay groans at the dreadful flame that seeps into his body, melting his clothes and skin through the cloudy membrane.

He became a dark red flame in a flash.

"Ro! No! Lan! Phil!"

Clay's cry echoes through the battlefield.

And finally.

Puang!

A flame rises with the sound of a drum erupting.

Clay bursts into flames.

Perfect death.

He no longer exists in this world.

That was the end of Roan and Clay's long-standing relationship.

"Whew."

Roan takes a long breath and shakes his right hand.

The raging rain of fire shifts direction and attacks the giant trees.

Kuoooo!

A peculiar thunderstorm echoes through the battlefield.

Giant trees quickly turned to ash.

Rrrrgh.

As Roan gestures once more, the rain of fire subsides.

Glug glug!

The anger stopped, but the whole area became a sea of fire around Roan.

Gulp.

The druids, as well as the surrounding Lancefield territory, and the Rhines Liberation Army all swallowed dry saliva, frozen like a statue.

Roan stands alone in a sea of fire and looks around the battlefield.

I can see the faces of the soldiers who are drenched and terrified.

'It's time to end this.'

The time has come to end the battle, as Kinis has said.

Roan swings his spear lightly.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

A flame rises along the window and the spear.

Not only that, the enormous flames that were burning the earth moved along the lanes.

Roan stabs the spear straight in front of him.

Immediately, a huge flame flew towards the chariot tower.

Kuaaaaang!

With a loud bang, the car tower breaks down and burns up.

The flames do not stop, but fly towards the Lance Corps faction.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

A much bigger noise just erupted than before.

The flame spreads widely to the left and to the right, swallowing up the enemy camp.

"Ah......."

"No way......."

The Lines Liberation Army lieutenants sigh as they watch the blazing faction.

Some of them sat on their legs and dropped their weapons.

Roan looks at the world of fire unfolding before his eyes and shouts in a bold but loud voice.

"The battle is over."

Determined expression and attitude.

It was a unilateral declaration, but nobody dared to oppose it.

The 2nd wave of the Rhines Liberation Army was defeated, and the Roan and Lancefield Territories have once again won.

* * *

Clay's death and the destruction of the 2nd legion of the Reich Liberation Army led to a sudden collapse of left- and friendlies.

According to Roan's decree, the battle in the southern part of Newark was finally won by the Lancefield army.

After the battle, Roan rejuvenates the troops.

They transported casualties from the Central, Left, and Right forces to the rear cities and instead organized the rear groups as reserve troops.

In addition, the second Reich Liberation Army soldiers who were taken captive were only put into the rear camp if they wanted to, and the rest were put in the rear camp.

Of course, this was a consideration for the conscripts who were forced to join, and all the noble commanders and their knights and soldiers were beheaded.

But there were exceptions among them.

"Seripa. Clay's death banishes the shackle of his oath to carry you." "

The Seripas and Druids who were bowing down to Roan said nothing.

I was just making a sorry face.

On the other hand, Roan's expression was bold.

"Leave."

A short command has been issued.

"My lord!"

"My lord, you can't!"

The nearby commanders, Austin and Ian, screamed in astonishment.

Roan raises his right hand to calm them down.

Seripas and Druids look surprised, too.

Roan glances back at them.

"I refused, but the Seripas were also concerned about my life and trying to save mine during the battle. I also want to give them one chance."

Everyone spilled low tears.

I did not disagree because I knew the heart of Roan and the heart of the tax collector.

The Sheriffs and Druids tighten their heads with an impressive look.

"Thank you very much. And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you."

The crying voice fills the commander's room.

Roan sighs for a moment.

"Go where you want and live the life you want."

That was the last time.

The Seripas and Druids get up and greet again and leave the commander's office.

"Are you sure about this?"

Austin asked with a somewhat alarming expression.

Roan nods silently.

He wanted to trust the Sheriffs and Druids again.

No, not exactly.

'Trust my eyes.'

Roan read the deep feelings of atonement and regret in the eyes of the Sherrifs and Druids.

Moreover, the victory and defeat was a long war.

Even if the Seripas and Druids regroup with the enemy forces, it won't make a difference.

Roan raises his voice while hitting the table.

"We must defeat the alien ambush in the northern region of Newark and set traps. If there's a good way, you can tell me all you want."

It was only through the northern region of Newark that we were able to attack the headquarters of Mills Boysa and the Rhine Liberation Army in the middle of the North Rhine Kingdom.

"For now......."

"I think......."

At the end of Roan's words, Ian and several other commanders opened their minds.

This was one of the reasons why the Lancefield Territories were so strong.

Even a terminal commander can talk about his opinions and ideas.

Together, these tiny forces and ideas made Lancefield a powerful force for history.

Continued the daily debate.

To break through the northern Newark area without further harm.

Right then.

"My lord."

Chris shows up while the door to the commander's office opens.

His expression was very bright, not knowing where he was.

"What's going on?"

When Roan asked badly, Chris looked at the dizzy table with the documents and replied.

"There's no need for any more military meetings."

A number of the commanders frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't need a military meeting?"

Chris smiled brightly at the questions that were being asked.

"All the planets that were ambushing the northern part of Newark have been destroyed and their traps destroyed."

It was an amazing report.

"Oh, how did that happen......."

Several commanders looked surprised with their eyes wide open.

Among them was Ian Phillips, who was counting everything and measuring everything.

Everyone looks dumbstruck when they don't understand.

Among them, Roan smiled blurrily with a bold expression.

He looks straight at Chris and nods slowly.

"Is it them?"

Unknown question.

But Chris realized what the question meant.

He nods coldly.

"Yes, it's them."

Unknown answer.

Roan's smile darkens.

"I told her to go where she wanted to live her life......."

Soft voice and warm eyes.

His gaze is on the commanders.

"Everyone get ready to march. We......."

My voice went out of my mind.

"Through the Druids' open passage to the Kingdom of the North Line."

Finally, the war was coming to an end.

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