I am the Monarch

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A military meeting was held, led by Roan Lancefield and Ian Phillips.

It was to ask for his opinion on how to deal with the 50,000 Liberation Army, led by Mills Boysa.

"I think......."

"That's also a good idea, but in my case......."

Several commanders made every move in their minds.

Ian listened to all the stories and wrote them down carefully.

The military meeting went on for quite a long time.

But there were no clear tactics to suggest this.

The Lancefield army has had 20,000 fewer troops in repeated battles, while the enemy has grown to 50,000.

Although the majority of the enemy troops were conscripts, the number of troops was too large to ignore indiscriminately.

"Hmm."

Ian was troubled by the thought of reading the note again.

After a while.

His gaze is on Roan.

No, he was pointing right over Roan's head.

"Can you make the rain of fire fall once more?" "

Soft voice.

At the end of his gaze, there was a girl with red hair and purple skin that was exotic, Kinis.

She swirls over Roan's head.

After returning from the Spirit Realm, not only was Roan able to see Kinnis, but also others.

< It's impossible to make the fire rain alone. >

Kinis shrugs and shakes his head.

"I see. There's nothing I can do."

Ian lets out a short sigh with a sad expression.

If we could make the rain of fire fall one more time, Roan alone could destroy the enemy base.

I could end this war in a heartbeat.

'We'll have to find another way.'

It was time for Ian to look at the note again.

< But just once, you can turn rain into fire. >

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Ian asked with a surprised expression.

Kinis shakes his head with a look that he didn't understand either.

< You can't let fire rain in the first place, but you can turn rain into fire. When I returned to the human world, Ellem gave me a gift. As soon as I got back, I used the gift once, and now I only have one. >

"Ah......."

Ian bursts low elasticity.

The other commanders also had expectations full of faces.

"You can only do it once......."

Ian closed his eyes and was troubled.

All kinds of information and plans were rushing through my head like a storm.

"Okay, okay."

A single mumbling word.

He stands up and stares at Roan.

"I have something to check. The king will be visiting Milr soon. It won't take long."

He looked a little excited without knowing where.

No, he seemed convinced.

Roan nods.

"Go. I'll give you ten Taoists."

"Thank you."

Ian greets coldly and leaves the conference room.

Thanks to this, the military meeting is no longer in session.

Several commanders left the conference room one by one.

All that was left was Roan and Kinnis.

"Now we can talk."

That said, Kinis, who was flying around the conference room, smiled brightly and sat down on the table.

< It's been a long time. >

Say hello again.

"How have you been? There's no answer to the call."

Roan frowns with a blurry smile.

Kinis smiled silently.

He did not rush, but waited quietly.

After a while.

< Actually, I was a bit lost. >

She raises her arms.

Purple skin appeared as it was.

< I'm not just any water spirit, after all. >

That's how Kinis's story began.

It was a pretty long, boring story.

* * *

The monarch was also in a festive mood.

It is because word has spread that Roan and Lancefield are defeating the Kingdom of the South Lines and winning the war against the Kingdom of the North Lines.

For the people of the Rhine kingdom, this war was not just a civil war in the Rhine kingdom.

The Kingdom of South Lines on its back, the Kingdom of North Lines on its back, the Kingdom of Estia on its back.

The war is no longer a royal succession, but a national war against foreign invasion.

Thanks to this, Roan began to be praised not as a noble, but as a hero of the Old World and a hero of the underworld.

"Wow! You're really, really great! You have defeated the Kingdom of South Lines, the Kingdom of DS, the Kingdom of North Lines and the entire Estonian Empire."

"Earl Lancefield is a hero. Hero."

The men sat round and raised their voices.

Together, they raise their voices to the compliments of Roan and Earl Lancefield.

"I've known him since he helped the slums of Mill Castle. He's going to be big someday."

"Huh. I mean, I've known him since he was Lord Commander of the Eastern Army."

"Ever since Earl Lancefield was deputy of the Rose Army..."

"Oh, don't lie to me. How do you know the deputy chief of the terminal unit at the east end?"

"Hmph. Hmph. Well, that's important. It's important that Earl Lancefield has been such a big man for so long."

"That's right. That's right. Admit it."

The men burst into laughter, reminiscing about Roan's anecdotes and his works.

At that time, a simple, ignorant man spoke out in a gentle voice.

"By the way......."

Other men shrugged themselves because they were extremely cautious.

The heads of the men come together in the middle.

The man who took out the horse whispered in a small voice.

"When the war is over, who will......."

He did not speak easily.

"Whew."

The man sighed briefly.

Then he spoke in a smaller voice than before.

"Who will ascend the throne?"

At that moment, the faces of the men who were listening solidified.

They smiled at each other unnecessarily.

The silence followed for a moment.

But I didn't want to end the conversation like this.

"Isn't there a man in the House of Rhine who can take the throne?"

"Yes. Only the princesses are alive."

There was a heated debate shortly.

"So one of the princesses ascends to the throne, then?"

"Then Princess Cady is the most powerful."

Everyone nods.

Cady Rhynes was Simon Rhynes' dead sister, and her dead mother was also the first queen.

It was the purest blood of the royal family, I'd say.

"But Princess Cady is Prince Simon's sister."

The devil who brought down the Kingdom of Rhine with the shamans while simultaneously leading innocent people to their deaths.

Rather, the fact that he is Simon's brother caught my attention in this situation.

Everyone nods.

"What about Princess Aelys? You've made a clear contribution to this war."

"That's right. The king had a big hand in the siege against Mill."

"Word on the street is that you helped defeat the SS royal army."

"And there's nothing worth reading about….."

I was a little excited by the voices of the men.

Then.

"But will the Senate and other nobles admit that the princess, not the prince, will be crowned?"

"Hmm. That again."

A few nod, batting back.

There has never been a princess or a woman on the throne since the Reich was founded.

"Do we need to find the right fit for the exile from the palace?"

"Oh, you think they're still alive? They're all dead."

"Before His Majesty, though, his hands were so precious."

The men are troubled again.

Then, once again, the simple, ignorant man cautiously spoke out.

"Why don't you leave the throne to the man who marries the princess?"

"To your husband?"

"Is that possible?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

A simple, ignorant man nods coldly.

"Think about it. Who is Princess Aelle's lover......."

Scary to the end.

"Ah!"

Everyone burst low elasticity.

"Earl Lancefield!"

Someone shouts loudly, impatient.

A simple man nods, smiling brightly.

"If Earl Lancefield marries Princess Aelys, he becomes a member of the Rhine family. Why don't you give him the castle of the Rhines?"

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed the drought.

They didn't answer easily, but only looked at each other.

But everyone didn't hate it.

At that time, the old man who was stuck in the basket filled the tip of his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Everyone's gaze was on the old man.

"Old man, why are you sticking your tongue out?"

One man asked, and the old man got up and shook his head.

"There's no need to complicate things so much. Earl Lancefield can just take the throne. The Rhine royal family has lost faith in the people of the kingdom."

Scary to the end.

"Huff!"

"Shh! Be quiet."

The men were surprised and dragged down the old man.

They look around for anyone who might have heard, and then exhale for a long time.

"Phew. Elder's Tongue. I'm not just saying that out loud."

"You could get your neck blown off."

The old man nodded his head and said in a fair voice.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Well, that's not it….."

The men smiled awkwardly.

The old man takes a deep breath.

"I've lived long enough. The day of his death is not far from here. In retrospect, it was a hard and difficult life. I want to live the rest of my life comfortably, happily, happily, smilingly."

The two eyes gleam and glow.

"Earl Lancefield might be able to make a world like that."

A confident voice.

"If I had the right to choose a monarch..."

The old man clenches his fist.

"I will choose Earl Roan Lancefield as my monarch."

At that moment, an unknown silence settles.

The men who were listening tightly lowered their heads.

They no longer notice the surroundings.

The hot desire fills my throat.

The men nod, looking into each other's eyes.

Everyone thought the same.

'If I could choose a monarch…..'

If you're given that right.

'Our monarch is Earl Roan Lancefield.'

It was not just a man's idea.

The king was also the idea of the holy people of Milr, and neighbouring areas, and furthermore the people of the Rhine kingdom.

The aspirations of the kingdoms spread like wildfire.

It spread very slowly without a sound, in my mind.

* * *

The Lancefield army has passed through the northern region of Newark and entered the region of Bethus.

The region of Bettus is located just south of Cedes Castle, the crown jewel of the North Rhine Kingdom, and is composed of rolling hills and fields.

Terrain fits a giant slalom rather than an ambush, ambush, or trap.

Because of this, when Ian returned from Milr and chose Bethus as the battlefield, everyone couldn't help but wonder.

In addition, Ian immediately arrived in the Bethus area and commanded them to take over the major hills, set up camp and have a defensive herd as if they were about to open an open water temple.

Difficult instructions followed, but no one was anxious.

From terminal soldiers to senior commanders, everyone believed in Ian.

Ian holds everyone's support on his back and gives standby orders to the entire territory.

After that, the Lancefield Territories waited without hesitation for the next order.

Meanwhile, the 3rd group of the 50,000 Lines Liberation Army, led by Mills Boysa, revealed itself.

They look at the Lancefield territory that has already finished the herpes and pause for a moment.

I don't know what schemes I had in mind, but I couldn't move.

Mills has set up a makeshift camp and scouted the hills with scouts.

Scared because Ian couldn't even beat that great Clay.

Ian did not miss this opportunity.

He formed a star club to move the hills and hills, or to travel between west and east of the field.

It was actually a meaningless act, but as far as Mills and Rhine's Liberation Army commanders were concerned, they were unable to move the troops carelessly.

Ian's name value has already begun to affect the whole world.

That was four days ago.

"It's been seven days since I arrived in Betooth. Should we wait any longer?"

One of the deputies looks at Ian.

I wasn't complaining.

I just wondered how long this tedious wait would last.

Ian quietly looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue and clean without a single cloud.

"Hmm."

My eyes were narrowed.

The commanders and deputies who were watching beside him smiled awkwardly at him.

'He keeps doing that.'

"You look up at the sky for seven days….."

The commanders all tilted their heads.

Right then.

"Ah......."

Ian smiles faintly as he bursts into low elasticity.

'Finally.'

My face became brighter.

He turns his head to look at Roan.

"My lord."

Low call.

Roan glances at Ian's two eyes quietly.

"Is it time?"

Sounds like a low question.

Ian nods.

"Yes, it's time."

A short answer followed.

He takes a deep breath and slowly moves.

"I'll be back, then."

"Yes, goodbye."

Ian leans back.

The commanders and deputies didn't even know the language and bowed their heads along Ian.

Meanwhile, Roan leaves the camp and approaches the third wave of the Rhine Liberation Army.

Walking with a single Trabian spear in his hand without a horse.

Standing alone in front of 50,000 troops, he did not appear to be in danger at all.

Roan was beaten.

A choking sensation of awe and intimidation emanates from the body.

< Strange, I don't know yet....... >

Kinnis tilts his head as he flies over Roan's head.

She also looked up at the sky, just like Ian.

Roan smiles blurrily.

"Ian Phillips, if that's the case."

Words full of trust.

Kinis tried to say something more, but soon he shut up.

Fighting.

Something cold fell on my forehead and on the back of my hand.

Huh? >

Kinis looked surprised with his eyes wide open.

On the other hand, Roan nods, smiling bluntly.

'Ian Phillips. That's amazing.'

In both eyes, the admirable light was powerful.

"Precisely when it's raining….."

I was even one step ahead of the water spirit, Kinis.

'Even in my last life, I was able to keep up with the weather.'

Thanks to this, Ian in his last life went on to spread a strange rumor about controlling the weather.

Of course, Ian wasn't actually controlling the weather.

'It's just a forecast by looking closely at long-standing information and various natural phenomena.'

Roan takes a deep breath.

Tofu, tofu.

In an instant, the blue sky overhead darkened and a heavy rain hit the earth.

< That Ian guy is amazing. >

Kinis also showed his thumb in recognition of Ian's ability.

Meanwhile, Roan reaches the headquarters of the 3rd legion of the Liberation Army.

A rainstorm that is hard to fathom.

Through the rain, I felt tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.

"What, what? Isn't that Roan Lansfield?"

"Where? Exactly! It's Roan Lancefield!"

"It's Roan! Roan!"

The Liberation Army soldiers were greatly puzzled by the sudden appearance of Roan.

"Ho, are you here alone?"

"Walk that too?"

However, he frowns at the sight of his presence alone, without words and without a soldier.

The noble commanders and knights soon turned red.

"Are you sure you want to take on 50,000 troops alone?"

"Cocky bastard! You ignore us, but you ignore us too much!"

The swearing speech poured out.

At the center of the march, senior commanders and Mills Boysa appear.

"Roan Lancefield showed up?"

"Yes, I showed up with a single spear."

"Alone?"

Mills frowned at the deputy's report.

He took a step forward.

"Hmm."

At that moment, a low wail flows from Mills' mouth.

The commanders were telling the truth.

He stood alone in front of 50,000 troops and stood guard.

'What are you up to.......'

Mills does not make a move, nor speaks out.

Tofu tofu.

Only the sound of rain rumbles through the battlefield.

Right then.

"Mills Boysa. It's been a while."

Roan greets Mills.

Mills smiles bitterly.

"This is the first time since the suppression of the rebellion in Elton Court."

At the time of Elton's Rebellion suppression, Roan defeated him.

'I made a commitment to win when we met again.'

Of course, I never expected the same situation at this time.

'How I ended up pointing my sword at the Kingdom of Rhine.......'

I smiled bitterly.

'No, no. Don't lose heart.'

Mills takes a short breath and looks straight at Roan.

"You're going to take on 50,000 soldiers alone? Or is he planning something else?"

In response, Roan swings his spear lightly.

The rain flowed gently through the window.

"There is no plot."

He points to Mills and 50,000 troops at the end of the spear.

"I'll deal with you alone."

Scary to the end.

"What!"

"You arrogant bastard!"

The noble commanders shout with a fierce fist.

Everyone looks so angry.

Roan and Mills, on the other hand, remained calm and calm.

"Roan Lancefield. No matter how strong you are, you cannot face 50,000 troops alone."

At that, Roan nods.

"As usual. But......."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"It's raining now."

"Rain?"

Mills frowns.

"What's different when it rains?"

He doesn't understand what he's saying.

Roan grabs Travis' spear with both hands.

"This rain is not the usual rain."

The sound of a voice pierces through the rain and buries the ears of 50,000 freed Rhine soldiers.

"This rain......."

The end of the horse is blurred.

At the same time, Keanis, who was flying over Roan's head, soared toward the sky.

She closes her eyes and spreads her arms wide.

Suddenly, a dark red light emanates from Kinis' body.

The light soaks up the rain that is coming down violently.

The rainfall that was transparent gradually turned dark red.

Of course, it wasn't just the color that changed.

Glug-ug-ug!

A flame rises from the dark red rain.

"Ugh!"

"Boo, it's fire!"

"Mo, you're on fire!"

At the same time, the Lines Liberation Army screams.

A dark red flame rises along your helmet and armor.

The mane burned black, and all the food and tents were consumed by the fire.

Until just now, the soil that had been damp with heavy showers also vomited a dark red flame.

All the world was full of fire.

"What the hell..."

Mills mutters with a half-dazzled expression.

He was so amazed at what was happening in front of his eyes that he didn't even think to put out the fire on his body.

Roan pushes Travis' spear forward and lightly plunges into the ground.

"This rain is the rain of fire."

The window cracked open the space.

A huge flame rises along the lane.

Kuang!

A spark rose with a loud sound.

Along with Roan's gestures, feet, and gestures, the flames blaze.

It reminded me of the god of fire.

"Ah......."

Mills and the Rhine Liberation Army soldiers burst into resilience with their mouths wide open.

Already lost consciousness.

Roan leaps up into the air, rolling his feet lightly.

Bloop!

The flames follow him and cover the sky.

Roan wags his spear and shouts in a loud voice.

"This is my world!"

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