I am the Monarch

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The sunlight fell.

The season ran at the end of the fall.

The cold wind blows from the north.

Bababambam. Bababam.

The majestic march of the Milta Force resounds.

It gives me goose bumps just hearing it.

20,000 Lancefield infantry started their march with a performance.

The way the king also walks towards Milr.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Lancefill! Lancefield!"

"Roan! Roan!"

Wherever I went, the cheers and shouts of the people of the kingdom poured in.

Roan doesn't rush on purpose.

He provided plenty of food and supplies for the war-torn kingdoms.

Even when I stopped by the soldiers' hometown, I greeted the families with the best respect.

Thanks to this, the royal people, as well as the soldiers of the Lansfield colony, followed their hearts and minds with gratitude to the Earls Roan and Lansfield.

[Wow! I can see Milr from afar! Roan, can you see it?]

Kinnis, who was flying over his head, yells to the south.

Roan nods slowly.

Thanks to Calian's tears, the king who is still far away is clearly visible as if Mills were right in front of him.

'Are the gates closed.......'

I smiled bitterly.

He slowly turns his head to look at the 20,000 Lancefield hordes chasing after him.

'Everyone agreed to share their intentions with me.......'

Roan summoned the entire Lancefield army shortly after the fall of Cedes Castle.

It was to reveal his intentions that only Earl Lancefield's widows and Austin knew.

In fact, he was very worried.

I didn't think the nobles and soldiers who supported me would be afraid of betrayal.

But...

'When he said he was going to become a monarch.......'

The reaction was intense.

Everyone shouted and cheered.

Nobles, commoners, etc.

Everyone thought the same thing.

< Our monarch is only Roan Lancefield! >

A hot shout warms Roan's heart.

Of course, there were those who did not agree with Roan's intentions.

Roan gave them the freedom to go anywhere with a hefty bounty.

In the process, some nobles and soldiers changed their minds and supported Roan again.

In the end, the number of those who left his side was less than 500.

'I must be a good monarch for them, for those who died for me, and for those who do not support me.'

Roan takes a deep breath.

A monarch for all, not for some privileged people.

That was Roan's goal and dream.

Even as I thought about it, the army continued.

The king was just moments away from Milr.

Phew! Phew!

With the sound of the trumpet, the Lancefield Territory stops.

"Align!"

Soldiers loomed in a straight line at the shouts of commanders above the commander of the thousand ranks.

The king also placed a rectangular formation in front of Mill's North Gate.

Roan shakes his right hand, gazing at the locked gates.

Austin shouts in a loud voice, as if he was waiting for you.

"Flag up!"

"Phew!"

With a gentle answer, the soldiers holding the flag step forward.

Bang!

With a murmur, the flags settle on solid ground.

< Earl Lancefield. >

< Lancefield territory. >

< Lancefield Corps. >

< Tail Corps. >

< Amaranth Corps. >

< Fides Squad. >

< Impes Squad. >

.......

Thousands of troop flags stood out and showed off their greatness.

Roan stands under the flag and stares at the ramparts of the North Gate.

'Duke Francis Wilson.'

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

Inside the palace were the Dukes of Francis Wilson and some of the most prominent nobles.

"There's only 20,000 left, and that's over 100,000."

"They have defeated Prince Simon and his shamans, the Kingdom of the South Line and the Kingdom of Dies, and the Kingdom of the North Line, the Kingdom of Estia and the Kingdom of Byron."

"Perhaps the most powerful force on the eastern side of the continent, with the origin of the current Grains."

The nobles shake their heads with their tongues.

Baron Valent Naker looks around and cautiously speaks out.

"At least there are dozens of nobles gathered here. If we can scrape off their territory and force them to recruit, won't we be able to outrun Lancefield them?"

The baron Victor Britting nods with a sense of reason.

At this point, the faces of the nobles were split in two.

One side looked a little excited, and the other looked terrified as if it were a dragon.

Of course, many expressions were terrified.

Baron Baron Tendler, who was one of the majority, whispered as if trembling all over his body.

"Shhh, don't say such awful things. We can't defeat Earl Roan Lancefield even if we wake up dead. Plus….."

He turns his head to look at the castle outside the cliff.

"Even the king here is already at the hands of Earl Lancefield."

At that point, Valent and Victor follow Barnel's gaze and look outside the skyline.

The king wearing a hard armor also saw a garrison.

They were all wearing red armor.

It was part of the garrison that Roan left behind as he marched towards the Kingdom of the South Line and the Kingdom of the North Line.

Valent and Viktor swallow dry water with a slightly tense look.

"Yi, if you've already taken the castle, why don't you open the gate?"

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

Barnell's voice echoes back and forth as he tries to answer.

"You want us to open the gate ourselves......."

The protagonist of his voice was Duke Francis Wilson.

Gulp.

All the nobles swallowed dry stew.

I can't breathe.

Even the king poses no threat to the garrison, but his body and mind shudder by themselves.

"Should I finally open the gate and bow down to Earl Roan Lancefield?" "

"Ugh. If Princess Cady takes the throne, it will all be resolved......."

"Even just a few years ago, I had to give my country to an unknown spearer......."

Complaints pour in from all over.

Francis takes a long breath.

"Whew. It's not that there's not much to do."

He was going to make his last move to the end.

"Not all the nobles in the kingdom support Roan Lancefield. It means that besides the dozens of nobles gathered here, more nobles have revolted against his ascension to the throne. This is not something to be ridiculed by, even for Earl Lancefield. The Kingdom of the Rhine can be divided into two pieces. I mean, a terrible, terrible war could start again."

It was an unfavorable development, even as Roan had just been put into pre- and post-rehearsal.

"Well, then how…?"

Valent stutters and asks.

Francis smiles faintly.

"Earl Lancefield, I am releasing Duke Webster in the northwest and appointing Ronan Lancefield to the Duke."

Scary to the end.

"Great, Grand Duke!"

"Hmm! The Grand Duke......."

All the nobles look surprised with their eyes wide open.

Not a single person has been in the air since the Reich was built.

Francis looks straight at Roan, standing under the flag.

"If Earl Lancefield had an idea, he wouldn't have ignored this offer….."

When the horse goes on like that.

Phew! Phew!

The trumpet sounded.

"You can't attack?!" '

Francis and the nobles stare at the Lancefield hordes in surprise.

However, the Lansfield group, including Roan, did not budge at all.

Even the sound of the trumpet was not heard there.

Everyone's gaze shifts towards the sound of the trumpet.

"Ah......."

A low elasticity flows from Francis' mouth.

At the end of the vast field, a force ahead of the troops emerges.

One of the nobles shouts in a loud voice.

"I am the Eastern army! Baron Tate!"

Everyone's face is stiff.

Aaron Tate was a typical Chin Roan Fa.

"Hnng."

An uncomfortable murmur comes from everywhere.

Unfortunately, the situation did not end there alone.

Bang! Bang! Dong!

Beyond the field, a drum tolls the march.

With the flag up, another army emerges.

"This time it's Russell Carpenter!"

Russell Carpenter was the commander in chief of the Northern Army.

Among the typical Middle Wave succession wars, he focused solely on his mission and did not participate in either of the three princes.

As far as it is known, it had nothing to do with Roan either.

Francis and the nobles stared at the northern army with anticipated eyes.

'If the Northern Army will join us.......'

About that time, the Northern Army marched on its right-hand side of the Lancefield territory.

"Ah......."

"Oops……"

The nobles sighed.

The vast field that lies ahead of the North Gate is packed with Lancefield, eastern and northern forces.

It was truly enormous.

But the emergence of the Eastern and Northern forces was not the end, but the beginning.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

You hear the sound of the trumpet in succession.

"Baron Collins!"

"Baron Strainer!"

"I've joined the Confederates!"

"Bird of the western mighty Gleason Wolf!"

"Kuh, the Duke of Cooker has joined the Lancefield Faction!"

It was an incredible sight.

Before the rising sun set from the east to the west, numerous nobles led the army and joined the Lansfield army.

Miller Castle is now surrounded by enormous armies all around, including the North Gate, the West Gate and the South Gate.

Ba-ba-bam! Papa Bababam!

With the Milta army playing, the Amaranth cavalry, wearing red armor, hurls to the left and to the right of the wall.

I didn't throw a weapon or shoot an arrow.

They just swapped horses and ran like they were walking in front of a wall.

"Ah......."

Francis feels his legs loosen.

'When did this happen…..'

He couldn't be trusted.

Francis thinks the world is too humble.

While he was hiding in the city and guarding the royal family crest and the royal pigeons, Roan guarded the kingdom outside the world.

While Roan was fighting for his life, the people of the world were amazed and amazed at his ability and toughness.

I didn't need any persuasion.

Over time, people gathered under Roan very naturally.

In the beginning, the size of two people's bowls was different.

'If all of the high lords and generals support Earl Lancefield, it would be impossible to finish the job as high as the Air Force.......'

Francis quickly rolls his head.

'Princess Cady refused to take the throne anyway, so I asked Princess Aelle to take the throne.......'

When he's still in vain.

"Go, Duke!"

"Hey, look over there!"

The nobles of the Holy Land opened their eyes and pointed to the inside of the castle.

Kaga River! Kaga River! Kaga River!

A loud, loud noise pierces my ears.

"W-what the hell is this…?"

Francis frowns and looks inside the castle at the long stretch of road.

"Ah......."

A large and small alleyway extends to the side and spills out of the people.

Men and women, the elderly and children, the rich and the poor, the upkeep and the common, the slaves etc.......

A crowd that had surpassed their age and identity approached the North Gate through a boulevard.

Kaga River! Kaga River! Kaga River!

They slapped the pots and bowls in their hands.

Ba-ba-bam! Papa Bababam!

You hang out strangely with the Milta Force playing outside the castle.

"This, this madness......."

"How dare they!"

Some of the nobles scream, blushing their faces.

"What are the Knights doing?! Push him out now!"

"The commanders are keeping them away from the gate!"

However, when something unexpected happened in a nervous situation, some nobles gave crazy orders.

"Yes, I understand."

The knights and soldiers who followed the nobles to Mill are about to descend.

Then.

Chang!

An unexpected hiss echoes in my ears.

The knights and soldiers who were moving around the burinake turned their heads to the place where all the nobles of the castle heard the hissing.

"Hmm."

"Ah......."

The nobles sighed as they moaned.

The sound of iron was the sound of drawing a sword.

The king who was waiting at the castle also sealed the castle with his sword drawn.

"I'm sorry, but if you take one more step there..."

Originally, Kingsguard of the Lancefield Territory, Kingsguard Captain Leslie pointed to the knights with a sword.

"I'll have them all beheaded."

The knight before him frowned.

"Well, what! How dare a soldier point a sword at nobles and knights! Are you crazy?"

"I don't know. I don't think they're in their right mind."

Leslie flinches and sends a beep with her left hand.

Pavat!

Immediately, the king who was expanding along the wall ran toward the castle and formed a formation.

"Damn it."

The knight grips his teeth with a squeal.

The king can't move because there are so many guards.

Francis steps forward, watching the situation.

"Why did you stop time when you were going to come out like this? Wouldn't it have been easier if we had just cut our throats and opened the gate?"

You sound like a gentleman.

Leslie smiles at that.

"Duke Wilson. Maybe you're misunderstanding something. We have no intention of harming anyone here."

Bold voice.

"I am merely faithful to the Lord's task."

"What is the mission?"

Francis asks with a sinking voice.

Leslie taps the pots and bowls and looks at the people of Mill approaching the North Gate.

"Defend the people of Miller, no matter what happens to the Kingsguard."

Powerful voice.

Leslie's smile grew darker.

"That is the duty of our king's garrison."

He wiggles his sword slightly.

"So don't try to harm the saints. If you protect it, we won't have to point our swords at anyone here."

"Hmm."

Francis sobs again.

Now I understand what's happened in Castle Mill over the past few days.

"The garrison only went out when the nobles mistreated the saints. '

I felt frustrated.

There was really nothing they could do anymore.

Meanwhile, the citizens who were gathering near the North Gate hit the pots and vessels even harder.

Kaga River! Kaga River! Kaga River! Kaga River! Kaga, Kaga, Kaga!

Everyone looks up at the ledge.

A hot, scorching look pours out at the nobles.

"Hmm."

"Hehe. Huge."

The nobles can't stand the sight of it. They slowly step back.

Francis, on the other hand, leans against the pavement and gazes directly at the people.

They all clammed their mouths against the pots and bowls.

But that's when.

< Earl Roan Lancefield! Earl Roan Lancefield! >

< He is the true monarch! >

< Earl Roan Lancefield is our lord! >

< We want to live happily too! >

< Only Earl Lancefield can do it! >

My ears are tingling.

A great shout, wind, aspiration, hope pierces my ears.

I shook my head and chest.

Of course, I didn't actually hear it.

'Is this what Princess Cady said...'

Francis can finally hear the heartburn of the saints with a huge crowd in front of him.

The shouts of the saints grew louder.

< Open the North Gate! >

< Open the North Gate! >

< Open the North Gate! >

< Open the North Gate! >

A huge, thumping cry of heart.

Francis' hand on the handrail trembles.

'Princess Cady's words were true.'

He bit his lower lip.

'No one can endure the sound of this…..'

Both legs trembled.

Francis turns his head to the Kingsguard.

"Defense Captain."

Screaming loudly.

But his voice trembled violently.

"Yes, Duke."

Leslie bows slightly.

Francis takes a short breath and gives the order in the most audacious voice possible.

"Open the North Gate."

Finally, the last of the enemy's lungs caved in.

It was not a result of violence.

The peaceful shouting of the saints was a result of the action and the wind.

A revolution without a drop of blood.

Yuck! Yuck!

The gate that was firmly closed was opened.

"Waaaahhhh!"

The saints put down their pots and vessels and said, "Long live the people!"

Kugu!

On the moat, the bridge sank.

Roan takes a slow step off the horse.

Francis emerges from the other side as he reaches the end of the bridge.

Numerous gazes were pouring in and out of the castle.

"Whew."

Francis takes a short breath and slowly takes a step toward Roan.

He carefully knelt down and lifted up the royal family crest and stamp.

"It bears the crest and stamp of the Rhine royal family."

Francis' voice blows in the wind.

Roan glances at the figure.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed dry water with a nervous look.

At that time, Roan reaches out for Francis.

"Get up."

Roan raises Francis and smiles blurrily.

"To me, royal crest and stamp are not important."

The blasphemous voice spread far, far away.

Everyone inside and outside the castle could hear it.

With his finger, Roan pointed to the royal family crest and stamp.

"The monarch is not of the bloodline."

My finger pointed back to the sky.

"The monarch is not determined by heaven."

Fingers point to the Lancefield territory that lies beyond the castle.

"The monarch doesn't take it by force."

Roan's smile darkens.

"The monarch......."

The last place his fingers pointed were the saints inside the wide-open gates.

"It comes from the people."

It was the words and words that I carved and engraved all the time when I decided to become a real monarch.

Roan looks at Francis and whispers in a small voice.

"I will be a monarch for all."

Declaration.

It was a great declaration.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan! Roan! Roan!"

The saints have burst into shouts.

The army outside the castle, including the Lancefield Territories, then shouted as one.

There was an enormous shout around Milr Castle that was raging in the surrounding area.

Finally, the world received the first monarch born by the hands of the people.

His name is Roan.

It was Roan Lancefield.

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