I am the Monarch

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"Less than a thousand. '

Mills Boysa exhales a long, pale face.

Thousands of soldiers were killed by an accidental attack at Cedes Castle.

And then the retreat of adversity.

In the process, soldiers who were injured large and small were killed or left out.

In the end, the number of soldiers who survived to the end followed Mills was less than 1,000.

Terrible and terrible situation.

But in the meantime, there was a good thing.

'There are no pursuers.'

Mills grips his teeth.

'Just a little longer, just a little longer. As long as you join the Byron Empire Army.......'

When I thought about it.

Idiot!

A sharp wave struck my ear.

Puebuck! Puebuck!

The commander and his soldiers who followed him with a gruesome sound fall.

"Huff!"

Mills shrugs in shock.

Damn it!

I started getting insulted by myself.

All the commanders and soldiers were killed with arrows in the middle of their foreheads.

'Whitening.'

It was just one shot.

One soldier falls per arrow.

"What a terrible archery skill......."

I could not even consider it a human skill.

"Die! Die!"

"Shields up!"

"Fire the arrows!"

Surviving commanders and knights have issued vain orders.

Last resort.

Pufferbuck! Pufferbuck! Puebuck!

In the meantime, the arrow pours down without rest.

The arrow pierces the knight and his soldiers' foreheads like snow.

How much time has passed.

"......."

My son-in-law is silent.

You hear no more sharp wavelengths.

Likewise, there were no screams, no lusts, and no screams of anger.

"Ah......."

Mills lets out a long sigh.

His face had a strong look.

'They're all dead.......'

Only he survived.

Jen! '

Mills leans back, curled up in a big crouch.

"Who are you? Come out! Let's fight fair!"

I lost my mind because of my anger and self-esteem.

At that moment.

Idiot!

Once again, a sharp wave pierces my ears.

"Suck!"

Mills, full of excitement, swallows up the false wind without even thinking of escaping.

Phew!

The arrow pierced the tip of his helmet.

Hiccup!

The metal helmet drops to the floor and a dull sound rings.

Gulp.

Mills strokes his head with his right hand, swallowing a dry saliva.

No one was hurt.

Only the helmet was removed.

It was truly a remarkable archery.

"Ugh."

Eventually, Mills settles down.

It was the moment when it was all over.

He stares blankly at the hills.

Suddenly, the protagonists of ghost archery appeared on top of it.

Hundreds of archers pressed the robe deep into their faces.

They rush toward you with arrows larger than their torso bare across their backs.

"Nu, who are you......? These are from Roan Lancefield?"

Mills asked in a powerless voice.

At that time, the earliest archer took off the robe that was pressing deeply.

"Ah......."

Mills bursts into low elasticity.

The archer was someone who knew him well.

"Princess Aelee......?"

Mills' eyes are wide open.

"I've been hiding my tracks since I was active in the siege of Mill..."

That's how she came to be in the north-eastern region of the kingdom.

She smiles faintly.

"Mills Boysa. I've been waiting."

It was a soft and delicate voice, but I felt the strength I couldn't help but feel.

It was nothing compared to Roan, but she was also the queen of the Elves, naturally exuding the majesty of the monarchy.

"Was Roan Lancefield looking this far?"

Mills shakes his head in a hollow tone.

He raises his head and looks her in the eye.

"Then Byron and Estelle won't stand a chance."

She nods slightly, instead of answering.

"Whew."

Mills can't help but exhale a long time.

He smiles bitterly, giving up everything.

"Are you going to cut my throat?"

A pathetic voice.

She shakes her head, still smiling faintly.

"No. Your life will be more important."

"If it's important……?"

Mills tilts his head in mysterious tones.

She whispers in a very small voice.

"We……"

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

"I intend to make a deal with the Holy See."

* * *

"I can see Castle Mill."

The horse horse cries out in a slightly exhausted voice.

"I don't know if it's too late."

Baron Valent Naker, the lord of the Naker region in the Midwest of the Rhine Kingdom, tapped his knee with a nervous face.

"You're in a hurry. You'll be fine."

Baron Victor Britting, sitting across the hall, struggles to breathe.

He said that, but he was also nervous.

"It is truly astonishing that Duke Francis Wilson, who had a hidden royal crest and a pigeon……."

At Valent's words, Victor nods, smiling bitterly.

"I know."

It was complicated.

In response to the mobilization order of the imperial commander, Roan Lancefield, the nobles who were stranded on their territory and scouting the landscape, ended up discovering the fact that the Lancefield army had also destroyed the Kingdom of the North Line and the Estia.

This time, Roan thought that it would not be easy, so he did not help him. Rather, he was pushed out of central power by his vile and narrow decisions.

They also knew that because they had eyes and ears, there were rumors among the kingdom that Roan would rise to the pinnacle of power as the next king or queen's husband.

'If that happens, we will only have eyes that have not responded to the mobilization order and have not supported the power.'

'It is natural that those who fight with him will gain greater wealth, honor and power, even if Earl Roan Lancefield does not abandon us.'

Eventually, it was pushed to the edge of power.

"I was going to wait in line for Earl Lancefield..."

And that's when the king heard the news from Mill.

A letter from nobles all over the kingdom.

The caller was Duke Francis Wilson.

[The chaos in the Rhine Kingdom has been averted. In all that time, the royal crest and stamp were kept by King Denny Von Rheines, the late King Francis Wilson. Now I intend to take over the throne of the rightful king by taking control of him. The nobles of the kingdom would appreciate it if the king could come to Mill and share his will. This is for the Holy Land of the Rhine Kingdom.......]

The letter was long, but the content was simple.

To hold the Rhine Kingdom aristocratic council.

Valent smiles faintly at Victor.

"So you're going to elect the next king in this meeting with our hands?"

"Yes. That's why we're in such a hurry."

Victor nods coldly.

As soon as the two received the letter, why did the king rush to Mill?

I had to place the best taster on the throne at this meeting.

At this moment, I was going to place someone on the throne who could guarantee their wealth and power, or more.

Perhaps all the nobles across the kingdom are thinking the same thing as Valent and Victor.

In the news, dozens of nobles have already gathered for King Mill.

'They were all looking into the situation without joining Roan Lancefield's camp.'

In short, they did not care about the safety of the kingdom and its people in order to protect their wealth and power.

I thought deeply.

'Let's just avoid Roan Lancefield.'

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Then.

"We enter Castle Mill."

I heard the wagon's voice.

"Oh! Finally…"

"First visit since the war began."

The two of them opened the wagon window in a slightly excited tone.

For the nobles, the king had a special meaning.

Having a mansion near a royal palace was often the goal and purpose of life.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?"

Valent and Viktor, who opened their windows with great fervor, soon burst into tears.

A dark light settled on my face, even when I felt excited.

On the road outside the wagon, there were a large number of saints.

The problem was that their faces were heavy and cold like lead and their eyes were fierce.

Gulp.

The two of them swallowed dry water without even knowing it.

The common people have never dared to express their hatred so openly.

Then.

"Whoo-hoo."

I don't know who started it, or where, but a small roar came from.

"Whoo-hoo."

"Whoo-hoo."

The roar spreads like wildfire.

"What, what?"

"Hey, are these things crazy?"

Valent and Victor frown and stare at the people in the streets.

But the more I did, the louder the roar.

"Oh, shit."

Valent closes the window with a disdainful expression.

The knights following the wagon and a few soldiers were also embarrassed by the Sanctuary's provocation.

A few of the soldiers draw their swords and spears, but there is no stopping their lust.

"Damn it. Run faster."

"Let's go to the palace."

Eventually, they hurried into the palace as if they were being chased.

"Cocky things. How dare you seduce a nobleman?"

Valent and Victor enter the palace, striving toward the battle of the aristocratic council.

"Looks like the war's been going crazy for a long time."

His voice was full of annoyance.

"I have to come up with an agenda for this competition."

"Well, well. You have to teach him a lesson."

The two of them smiled bitterly at the thought of scolding the people of Mill who were provoking them.

Opening the Great War Gate in front of you, you see the nobles swarming all over the kingdom.

A colourful battle that was empty all the way through the war was crowded with people like a mother.

Valent waves his hand and greets you in a loud voice.

"It's been a long time. But if you come and see the reaction of the saints......."

But I didn't finish it with a greeting.

'What? The atmosphere is too heavy.'

Valent realizes that the atmosphere in the war is unusual.

I did not look too good for those who had been breached in front of a dead wall named Roan Lancefield.

Valent and Victor approach the nobles on their faces.

"What happened?"

Baron Tendler sighs a short time after careful burial.

"You'd know if you'd come through the castle."

Valent frowns.

"About what?"

You don't even know what you're talking about.

Barnel shakes his head in frustration.

"The look and feel of the saints, or the people of the kingdom."

"Aha! I have something to say about that."

Valent looks angry and says something behind his back.

"How dare those lowly things come at us arrogantly......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Uh-huh. Baron Naker. It looks like you haven't figured it out yet."

"Yes? What is it......."

The excitement of Valent's talk soon silenced him.

Victor also frowns and tilts his head.

Barnel once took a look at the nobles around him and replied with a small voice.

"The atmosphere of the people of the kingdom is unusual. I'm giving my eyes to the nobles behind my back in this war."

"How dare you..."

Victor grumbles without knowing the situation.

Barnel frowns.

"It's not something you can just ignore. Baron Marcus Brown smashed the wagon when he punched the saints who were provoking him."

At that moment, Valent and Victor open their eyes wide.

"Yes? What is it......."

"A commoner destroyed a nobleman's wagon? And he just stood there?"

A cool aura spreads over your voice and eyes.

Barnel nods.

"I have no choice but to stay put."

"What do you mean you have to stay still? Those lowly bastards smashed up a nobleman's wagon, and you have no choice but to let them?"

Valent and Victor open their eyes.

I even managed to live by my voice.

Barnel sighs briefly.

"Whew. I can't help it. The people of Milr, the people of the kingdom, have more power than any of the nobles here."

Valent and Victor still frown without noticing.

"Power?"

"What power do they have?"

Barnell shakes his head, kicking his tongue to make sure it's really stuffy.

"I can't help but notice….. so listen carefully. Behind the people of the kingdom......."

My voice is a little smaller.

"Earl Roan Lancefield."

At that moment, Valent and Victor's eyes widened.

"Earl Lancefield?"

"Why is Earl Lancefield……"

At that point, the battle door opened wide.

"Feeding!"

One of the knights rushed in, shouting loudly.

Feeding information was simple.

"Earl Roan Lancefield has begun to leave the castle of Cedes!"

At that moment, all the nobles in the battle turned their heads to the knight.

The knight swallowed the drought and spoke in a loud voice.

"The destination is the King's Mill!"

At that time, I heard a strange voice from the inside of the battle.

"Did you check the flag?"

The gaze of the nobles that was pouring out on the knights is towards the inside of the battle.

In the darkness, the eternal man appeared.

Valent and Victor look a little surprised.

Duke Francis Wilson! '

'You're already in the war.'

The man of Choro was Duke Francis Wilson with royal crest and stamp.

The knight lowers his head.

"Yes, as you instructed, I looked at the order of the flags in the Lansfield territory."

Francis nods slowly.

"So what did you check for?"

Bold voice.

But his eyes trembled.

The knight breathes for a moment and replies.

"The first flag was Earl Lancefield's flag, followed by Lancefield's flag, followed by Earl Roan Lancefield's flag, followed by Amaranth's flag."

"Hmm."

After the report, Francis bursts into tears.

Several elderly nobles and bright-headed nobles shake their heads with an aggressive look.

On the other hand, the foolish nobles, including Valent and Victor, did not know what the report meant.

Francis looks up at the ceiling of the battle.

"Whew."

A long breath came out.

"In the end, he didn't have the Rhine Empire or the Grand Commander….."

The situation was not good.

But it wasn't unexpected.

Francis bows his head again and looks at the nobles.

"Prepare yourselves."

He took out the royal family crest and stamp from his arms.

Gulp.

All the nobles swallowed dry stew.

Francis whips his head back to the wind.

"I'm going to see Princess Cady."

"Ah......."

Many nobles burst into low elasticity.

'Duke Wilson has chosen Princess Cady as his next king.'

"Yes, Princess Cady is much better than Earl Lancefield. '

'Princess Cady is young and delicate. We can put him on the throne and see what we like.'

A mix of filthy desires and ambitions.

They soon pursued Francis with a shotgun.

'Princess Cady is the only one who can sew up this mess.'

Francis bites his lower lip tightly.

Of the remaining members of the Rhine dynasty, there was only Princess Cady Rhine.

'We can't let the Rhines fall like this.'

Francis recalls the maintenance of his deceased father and his predecessor.

He was certainly responsible for the Lines family name.

'Earl Roan Lancefield. You should have chosen Princess Cady instead of Princess Aelys.'

When I think of Roan, I feel sorry for him.

But he was not a member of the Rhine family.

Even so, I couldn't leave Cady to inherit the throne to Aelle.

'I need to take good care of Princess Cady.'

She is still young, but she is good and talented, so she will be a good enough queen.

Francis thought so.

But he had overlooked the most important issue.

"Princess Cady. The princess bears the royal crest and stamp. ascend the throne and take the Kingdom of Rhine to this holy path......."

That's when the big words started.

"I don't want to."

Cady cuts her waist with a cold face.

"Yes?"

Francis is embarrassed, his eyes wide open.

The most important thing he overlooked.

That was Cady's heart.

She had no intention of ascending to the throne.

"I have no intention of ascending the throne."

Determined expression and voice.

Francis was deeply embarrassed.

"Go, Princess. Now is the time to insist on such nonsense......."

By the time the horse had finished, Kady had once again cut off his waist with a cold expression.

"Duke Wilson. And many nobles who have followed me. Can't you guys hear that?"

Her gaze is towards the window.

Francis and the nobles keep their mouths shut and listen, but they hear nothing.

"What the hell are you talking about......."

"We can't hear anything."

Cady said that with a bitter smile.

"So tightly closed, we became this shape."

She slowly closes her eyes.

"I can hear you. The shouts of the angry kingdoms, the wind, the aspirations, the hopes."

My voice grew stronger and stronger.

"I can hear it so loud, I can almost feel my chest beating."

Cady opens her eyes again.

Her gaze sweeps Francis and the nobles.

"Princess….."

Francis stutters, embarrassed.

He had been loyal to the Rhine family all his life, and he didn't want to accept the situation.

Cady smiles brightly at Francis.

"Duke Wilson."

Francis fails to answer.

Cady didn't want an answer either.

She looks very refined and refined.

"The kingdom of Rhine is over."

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