I am the Monarch

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Boom!

A solid table shatters with a dull sound.

It was sudden, but no one was surprised.

because they felt the same way as the people who broke the table.

"Commander Clay, I shouldn't have trusted Clay too much."

"Dammit. Destruction till the 2nd place......."

"Earl Lancefield has already taken over the Newark region."

Several commanders in the conference room raised their voices.

Everyone's gaze turns to the man who smashes the table.

Together with Clay, he served as commander of the Rhine Liberation Army and was Mills Boysa, general leader of the rest of the base forces.

'I never thought that Clay would finish.'

I thought classics could be done.

I thought I could lose.

But at least Clay thought he'd give Roan and Lancefield whatever they wanted.

The plan was to defeat Lancefield's territorial forces, who later fought as the third wave of the Lines Liberation Army.

But everything fell apart.

"Whew."

Mills takes a deep breath.

Unexpected circumstances.

Moreover, it was quite difficult.

But it was too late to be discouraged.

'We still have Byron and the Estelle forces.'

An army of two kingdoms has been pressuring Earl Lancefield from the north and east.

What was still advantageous was the Rhines Liberation Army.

Mills looks straight at the commanders' faces.

"Everyone get ready to march. Intercept Roan and Lancefield's forces."

"Yes, I understand."

Everyone bows their heads in unison.

But it wasn't enough to make a run for it.

"We need someone here to protect Cedes Castle."

Cedes Castle was the home of current king Barry Webster, the crown jewel of the Kingdom of the North Line.

At the same time, the command post of the Rhine Liberation Army was located.

Even if things go wrong, I can keep my eye on Cedess well enough.

Even the king was such an important place.

However, we couldn't leave our forces to chance in the face of a major battle.

I have more worries than I thought.

Then.

"I will protect Cedes Castle."

It was a pretty young man who came forward with a cheerful voice.

Big eyes were very impressive.

'This is Clay's apprentice.......'

Mills gives a slight nod, looking at the young man.

"What is your affiliation and name?"

He replied with a terrifying voice.

"I am Picio, commander of the Sides Peacekeepers. I was with Commander Clay."

The identity of the young man was astonishing.

It was the Picio that Clay went down the road with when he betrayed Roan and left Earl Lancefield.

An obvious traitor.

But...

'Finally, it was my turn.'

Fizzio bites his teeth.

'It's been a long time since I followed Clay under the Lord's command.'

At that time, Roan gave orders to Picio, keeping in mind that Clay would betray him.

Roan thought Picio was the last piece of the puzzle.

Fizzio had a false betrayal, not a real betrayal.

'Of course, it was first to get Clay to trust me.'

Just in time, there was a plausible reason Picio had to betray Roan.

'The War of Lansfield vs. Shamans.'

It turned out that Picio was a descendant of a shaman.

Of course, the only person who knew about this was Roan, who had been mentally attacked by shamans.

'I went to Clay and begged him for my life.'

Roan says he wants to kill himself, a descendant of a shaman.

Of course, it was all Roan and Picio's plan to kiss each other.

But Clay, who had always suspected that Picio was a shaman, took the bait.

Thanks to this, Picio was able to accompany Clay when he left Earl Lancefield and headed for Duke Webster.

But...

'Suspicious Clay did not leave me in charge.'

He was placed in terminal positions, followed by monitoring and listening.

Fizzio focused on the quietly given.

As time goes on, Clay's suspicions fade, but they don't give him a high position.

The ability to remove even the king was able to make it to the head of the security guard at Cedes.

But that was it.

Clay missed the pitch when he formed the 2nd Lines Liberation Army.

The justification was due to the security of Cedes Castle, but it was still due to doubts that could not be erased.

Clay's heart knows only the innermost members of the North Line kingdom who follow him, and no other commanders, knights, or soldiers can fathom him.

Not to mention the people of the Estonian Imperial Army, including Mills.

'Cause they think I'm one of Clay's best men.'

In their opinion, Fizzio is one of Clay's henchmen, and the king is only the head of Cedes' security forces.

'They do not doubt me.'

Fizzio takes a deep breath.

Now it was my turn to raise up the body that was curled up.

'The king also controls Cedes.'

That's why the king chose to defend himself.

Mills nods slowly.

"A head of the Cedess Peacekeepers would tell the king the truth."

Mills smiles faintly, not knowing Picio's insides.

"I will give you 5,000 men. Defend Cedes Castle at all costs."

"Yes, I will complete my mission."

Fizzio bows his head.

My mouth went up gently.

At last, the moment has come to complete Roan's confinement.

A few days later, a force of 50,000 of the Rhines Liberation Army's headquarters marched south.

What a magnificent gesture.

But in reality, it wasn't.

Unlike the vigorous commanders, it was very complex and dark inside the soldiers who had to fight fiercely.

They had eyes and ears, so they knew what was going on.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed dry water with a stiff look.

I especially did not like the look on the faces of the conscripts who participated forcefully.

'I heard you don't go after runaways.......'

'Told the conscripts I was generous.'

'Everyone who comes to the end has been imprisoned.......'

Recalling the rumors that the recruits had crossed over were repeated and repeated.

He even thought about leaving his weapon and running away.

Of course, the commanders, knights and elite soldiers, including Mills, could not have foreseen this.

The third wave of the Reiss Liberation Army has been mumbling from the start.

* * *

"Ugh! Damn it! Damn Byron bastards!"

"Die! Die!"

"Please go back to your land!"

The wretched soldiers of Morocco cry out for help against evil.

The breastplate was engraved with the crest of the Eastern Armies of the Rhine Kingdom.

Byron Kingdom vs. Rhine Kingdom Eastern forces.

There was a fierce battle.

"It's not easy."

Eastern Army Commander Aaron Tate frowns at the battlefield.

"We have 10,000 left, but that's close to 30,000."

One of the deputies said with a look of helplessness.

To be honest, it was great to fight equally as it is now.

'It's all because of him.'

Aaron's gaze turns to the man who plunges into a vast battlefield.

Longevity workers who slaughter the enemy with a single spear.

'Mr Rail Baker.'

He was staying with Earl Lancefield when he joined the Eastern Army, leading the guards of the Duke Baker and Earl Lancefield.

The Eastern Army was able to overcome 20,000 troop differences thanks to the rail and elite troops.

Nevertheless, Aaron's expression is dim.

'The news coming from the rear is bad.'

Rumor has it the Eastern Region has been captured by the Eastern Empire across the eastern border.

Several deputies insist on taking immediate action, but Aaron shakes his head.

A letter from Roan arriving before heading north.

The Eastern Royal Army believed that you should not worry.

'Let's not worry. You can trust Earl Lancefield.'

Aaron takes a deep breath.

I caught my mind that was shaken for a while.

You grip the teeth and draw the sword of the waist dance.

Chang.

A cheerful hiss pierced my ears.

Right then.

Phew! Phew!

Sound of the trumpet rumbles in the southeast corner of the battlefield.

"Hmm?"

Aaron frowns and looks southeast, trying to charge his own troops.

I was sweating cold behind my back.

Currently, there were no troops in the area to save the Eastern army.

"If you are an enemy of the enemy..."

A horrible, suffocating imagination.

Gulp.

Several deputies also looked southeast, swallowing dry saliva.

After a while.

Two, two, two!

High-rised flags emerge first, along with the sound of hooves.

Many troops and longevity were mixed, but the biggest flags were separate.

A colossal flag that twists and twists.

< Estelle Kingdom. >

The army that appeared with the sound of the trumpet was the Eastern Empire army.

"Ah......."

Aaron blows a low sigh.

At this moment, I had no idea the Eastern Empire army would appear in this place.

"Y-yes, the Estelle Kingdom Army......."

"Has the East already fallen into their hands......."

"Ugh."

All the soldiers who fought fiercely with various deputies frowned in frustration.

On the other hand, the Byron Empire army, which was harder than expected, thundered with a drum and a jingle.

Bang! Bang! Jing! Jing, Jing!

"Away!"

"Estelle's Imperial Army!"

"Waaaahhhh!"

The momentum rises like a stake through the sky.

"This is difficult."

Even the rail baker, who played across the field, smiled.

No matter how good a spear he was, he couldn't face the two kingdoms at once.

But it was also not a situation that allowed him to step back.

'Retreat is defeated.'

From here, the fall of the Eastern Army puts Earl Lancefield at risk.

Eventually, I had to fight to live and die.

Quadruple.

The rail empowers the clutches of the spear.

Meanwhile, the Istelle imperial forces march fiercely ahead of the empire and its armies.

Phew! Phew!

You hear the sound of the trumpet in a row.

"The right side is thick! Prepare for enemy attack!"

Aaron quickly gives the order and leads his own troops to the southeast.

Though he was a minority, he was determined to stop the Eastern Empire's advance at all costs.

'I wanted to have a drink with Earl Lancefield.'

I smiled bitterly.

Aaron was determined to lay down his life.

Ugh.

I gripped my teeth.

Right then.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The trumpet sounds strangely different for the Easterl Kingdom troops.

At the same time, the Istelle imperial forces, which were rushing straight towards the Eastern Army, twist in their direction.

The horse's head returns to the north.

Two or two!

The hooves sound more violent.

I'm moving a little faster.

"Hmm?"

Aaron frowns as he looks at the sudden and twisted Easterl Empire forces.

The same goes for all the other deputies in the Eastern Army.

Everyone looks at the Eastern Empire army with a curious look.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Why are you coming this way?"

The Byron Kingdom troops are just as embarrassed as the Istell Kingdom troops are.

My eyes trembled.

An unknown anxiety struck my neck.

And finally.

"Charge!"

A loud voice erupts from the Eastern Empire's advance.

At the same time, the lead cavalry lunges towards Byron Kingdom, not the Eastern Army.

Boom!

A heavy voice erupts.

"Knng!"

"Hehe!"

The Byron Kingdom troops hit hard horses, bouncing back and forth.

"You fools! We are the Byron Empire! They're your friends!"

"Hostiles over there! Over there! It's the other way!"

A series of screams and cries erupt.

Baron Hank Byron, who was in charge of the Byron Empire's vanguard in particular, burst his fury with a red face.

"You stupid Estellers! You guys are so stupid that every time the Rhine Kingdom......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Shut up."

With a low sinking voice, a sharp longsword appears.

Screaming.

Along with a gruesome sound, Hank's throat is slit clean.

An unexpected and futile death.

"Huff!"

"Here, General!"

"Baron Billon!"

The nearby deputies rush in surprised.

"Yes, who are you!"

One of the deputies shouts at the Longsword's owner.

The longevity man who slashed Hank's head shouted in a loud voice, boasting a huge figure.

"Bird of Gail Lamont in the Estelle Kingdom!"

At the same time, the Longsword once again divided the space.

Squeak, squeak!

Every time, the commanders and knights' throats flew with a eerie sound.

"Hmph!"

Guy snores and looks back.

"Byrons talk a lot of fireworks, but they're a mess."

You look disappointed.

"That's because Bird Lamont is so great."

The gentle tying man was Fade Nail Bird.

The commanders of the Eastern Kingdom army have finally revealed themselves.

Fade smiles faintly and turns his head to look at Aaron.

"Hmm."

Aaron, who was studying the situation without even knowing it, burst his low elasticity as soon as he saw Fade's eyes.

"Whew."

I took a long breath on my own.

My face, which was stiff, loosened.

I finally understood the contents of the letter that Ronan had sent me.

'This is what you mean when you say that the Eastern Empire army has nothing to worry about.'

This was not worth worrying about.

Aaron mutters admirably.

"The Byron Kingdom was the only one who had to worry about the Eastern Empire."

I laughed by myself.

A situation where you have to stick your tongue out.

Aaron takes a deep breath and raises his sword.

"Attack! Round up Byron Empire troops!" "

A loud voice echoes through the battlefield.

The Eastern Soldiers still frowned deeply.

Aaron points to the Byron Empire with the tip of his longsword.

"The Estelle royal army will fight with us!"

A cry that clears all doubts.

"Ah!"

"The Estelle Royal Army?!"

The Eastern troops, as well as the commanders and even the rail bakers, looked surprised.

"Attack!"

Aaron kicks the horse with his command.

He lunges alone at the Eastern Empire to dispel any doubts the soldiers may have.

Moment.

Pavat!

The Estelle imperial troops retreat to the left and to the right, clearing the way.

"Ah......."

"Tsi, it's true! It's true!"

"The Eastern Imperial Army is our enemy!"

The Eastern soldiers raise their weapons and shout.

On the other hand, Byron's imperial guard, who was heavily moved back with a stiff look on his face.

"Oh, how did this happen......."

"No way!"

"Yi, this is impossible!"

Something unexpected happened before my eyes.

At that moment, Aaron came up to his face, waving his sword and shouting.

"Earl Lancefield is the one who makes the impossible possible!"

The shout echoes through the battlefield.

"Waaaahhhh!"

Later, the Eastern Soldiers react with a shout.

Suddenly, the charter leaped.

Everything was as Roan intended.

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