I am the Monarch

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"When did the lion of Roan Lancefield arrive?"

"It was last fall."

"What I wanted was an exchange between Mills Boysa and Iolansfil……?"

"That's right."

The dry conversation came and went quickly.

The old man in the purple robe and the coffin shook his head with an odd smile.

"Days. You mean you haven't heard from him since?"

My mouth was smiling, but my eyes were wrinkled with horror.

"Yes, I can't help but be arrogant."

"How dare you try to ascend the throne without the permission of god Devesis......."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The gently plucked men bowed their heads with polite expressions.

Blaming sounds pour in from all over.

The old man ponders for a moment, then gestures at a man.

"Cardinal Herbert."

There was an irresistible force in his voice.

A man standing in the middle of the company steps forward.

"Yes, Holy Father."

It was a soft mid-tone voice, but I felt a sly feeling somewhere.

The old man sitting on the stool rises up.

He was the Holy Father Veldrica of the Devesian Church.

"Days. How is Io Lansfield?" "

"I'm being held in a dungeon beneath the Holy Shrine."

Herbert replies carefully.

You shake your head in sorrow for Veldrica.

"With the situation like this, shouldn't we condemn Ioan Lansfield on behalf of Roan Lansfield?"

Herbert looks a little embarrassed.

"It's only natural to do that......."

"Hah......?"

Veldrica frowns at the unexpected response.

because I didn't think I'd have the courage to express my opposition to his will.

I felt uneasy.

Herbert notices Veldrica's insides.

A voice as urgent as your face pops out.

"The father of Mills Boy, Edwin Boysa, held hostage by Roan Lancefield, urges the nobles and emperors of the Estonian Empire to do us a profane favor."

At that moment, Veldrica's expression changed subtly.

It was not a smile, nor was it angry, but a complicated expression.

"Days. Are you asking me to exchange Iow with Mills? Hmm. The empire is pressuring the Holy See....... What's the world coming to?......."

"I beg your pardon."

Herbert bows coldly.

"I know it's not your fault. Days."

Veldrica shakes her hand, smiling strangely.

He sits back on the stool and glares at both eyes.

It was much scarier and colder than before.

"But if you have sinned, I will give you a chance to wash away your sins."

"Yes?"

Herbert looks a little surprised.

Veldrica laughs loudly, making her teeth clear.

"Herbert. Take Monk and his priests to the Kingdom of Rhine."

"Yes?"

Herbert still looks surprised and asks again.

Veldrica, on the other hand, remained calm and discouraged.

"Go to the kingdom of Rhine and do God's will."

"God's will......."

Herbert mutters with a half-dazzled expression.

Veldrica whispers in a small voice so that only Herbert hears.

"If you don't know what God's will is….."

I had a terrifying smile on my mouth.

"Do my will."

* * *

The sunshine was as dazzling as the day.

Roan stands still and enjoys a warm spring breeze.

Then.

"We'll take the lead."

Pills and Brian step forward to take the ordinance.

After a slight nod, Roan steps behind the two of you.

Austin and the Earl's widows, nobles, and commanders followed behind him in an orderly fashion.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan! Roan! Roan!"

As I came out into the street, the screams of the saints erupted.

Everyone is dressed in clean clothes.

The petals have already scattered in the wind.

It wasn't done by anyone.

Everyone sincerely waited for this day, and everyone was really happy.

Roan smiles brightly, waving his hands at the saints.

"Waaaahhhh!"

Whenever I did, the scream got hotter.

Then Pills and Brian, who were walking earlier, pause and move to the left and to the right.

I arrived at my destination.

The broadest central square in Castle Mill.

It was a place called Regim Square.

After tapping Phil and Brian on the shoulder, Roan steps forward into the square.

"Whew."

I took a long breath on my own.

The Plaza de Regium was clean.

In the middle, there is a round rug and a row of rustic wooden chairs around it.

Each chair was already occupied by major nobles and ministers.

They also stood politely to meet Roan dressed in red.

Thereafter, high monoliths were installed around the square, forming layers.

The monolith was occupied by the saints.

It was one of Roan's considerations so that you could see the centre of the instantaneous plaza even outside the square.

Thanks to this, the square was surrounded by tall statues like a small castle.

It was unprecedented.

Most of the immediacy took place on a high monophasic level that everyone had to look up to.

Moreover, the common people dared not even watch.

Roan broke all of these practices and customs.

He wanted to be immortal at the lowest level himself.

I wanted to be able to see anyone I wanted, regardless of identity.

Numerous crowds of gazes poured into Roan.

Roan walks over the rug with a blurry smile.

Austin then stands by his side, bowing his head.

"My lord, let us begin."

At that, Roan nods slowly.

Austin whispered in a touching expression.

"I can't call you Lord anymore."

I didn't mean it as a pity.

I was proud and proud.

He raises his greeting again and heads to the long table on the left.

"Whew."

Austin stands in front of the table and takes a long breath.

My heart was beating fast.

It was a moment more tense than any war, battle, or battlefield.

He struggled to breathe.

'Let's stay calm.'

Austin glanced down at the piece of paper in front of him, or on the piece of paper.

The sentence was clearly written in unfamiliar language.

"What a day this is..."

It was a mixture of emotion and tension.

Things you couldn't even imagine.

Austin clenches his fist.

"From now on….."

His voice was strong, but he couldn't help but tremble.

He must have read every letter of the sentence on the paper.

"We will proceed with an immediate immigration."

Scary to the end.

Ba-ba-bam! Papa Baba Baba Bomb!

The Milta Force, located on one side of the square, played a tune.

The great musician tapped the hearts of the people in the square.

Immediately.

It was at last the moment that Roan became the monarch.

Austin had an instant meal in a calm voice.

Roan's immortality was different from that of any other empire and kingdom.

Originally, the Cardinal or Archbishop sent from the Holy See had to go through various prayers and vows and all kinds of complex and uncomfortable ceremonies.

But Roan and his goons omitted all of these processes.

The introduction of attendees along with the opening ceremony to announce the imminent behavior was the whole ceremony.

Thanks to this, the immediacy proceeded to the top four thousand.

"Next……"

Austin takes a deep breath and shouts in a loud voice.

"You must have a coronation."

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bam!

Once again, the song goes off.

At the same time, on the other side of the square, a boy who looks about 10 years old appeared.

The boy dressed neatly often walked towards Roan.

Roan glances at the boy, smiling brightly and kneeling on one knee.

The eye height of each other became similar.

At the same time, Ian, dressed in red, approached with a magnificent crown in his hands.

It was not the crown that had previously been used by the Rhine royal family.

It was a new crown made with great care by Lancefield Technologies, Lancefield Alchemy, and Leno Martyr.

The boy glanced at Roan quietly and asked with an attuned voice.

"Earl Lancefield. No, my mother says you're not the Earl anymore..... but King Lansfield? Hmm. You haven't used the crown yet, so..."

The boy paused for a moment.

Roan grimaces, smiling brightly.

"Just call me Mister."

"Oh! Can I do that?"

The boy's face brightened.

"Mr. Lancefield. You're gonna be our monarch now, aren't you?"

"Yes, if you put a crown on my head."

Roan nods slowly.

Everyone around me listened to the two of them.

The boy smiled brightly.

"That's great. My mother and I always wanted you to be king. He's a good man."

"Thank you so much for taking such good care of me."

Roan was genuinely pleased.

The boy nodded and spoke in hindsight.

"So you have to be good even if you're king. You have to take good care of us like you used to. Okay?"

In response, Roan smiles bluntly and answers in a loud voice.

"I will do that."

"Great! I'll believe it!"

The boy clenches his two fists, delighted that Roan listened to him.

Ian, who was waiting quietly, presented the crown to the boy.

The boy grabs the crown with his loving hands.

Roan bows his head naturally.

Now the man who would become the king of the kingdom knelt down and bowed his head to a 10-year-old boy.

Gulp.

All the people watching swallowed dry saliva.

Unbelievable sights.

Everyone's heart was beating fast.

'Different.'

'Our monarch is different.'

Hope and expectations have increased.

Not everyone, of course.

"What is Instant….."

"You may be modest, but you still have an instant name......."

"I can't believe you'd leave the coronation to a kid like that..."

Some nobles grumble in small voices.

At that time, the middle-aged man who was guarding the front position looked back and said in a loud voice.

"He's not a bored little boy. The son of a soldier who lost his life in this war."

The nobles suddenly burst into a panicked cough as they saw the man walking by.

The middle-aged man did not mind the rear horse.

"It's clear that Lancefield's immersion is different from that of other emperors and kings. There are no high statues, fancy ceremonies, grand parlors, tall cardinals....... But......."

My voice went out of my mind.

"There are many things that are not in other immersions: low places that are caring for children to see, ceremonies that have only the things they need, warm heartfelt requests, and respectful crowds......."

The middle-aged man looked straight at the nobles.

"You'd better get used to it. This is what the new world looks like, and this is..."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"This is the image of our monarch."

That's irrefutable.

The nobles frown silently.

But I couldn't just back off.

"Who are you pretending to be?"

I was going to teach the common man a lesson.

The middle-aged man replied with a bold voice.

"O'Neill."

"O'Neill?"

The nobles tilted their heads.

It was a familiar name to my ears, but I couldn't remember who it was.

'O'Neil, O'Neil, O'Neil....... Where did I hear that......?'

When I thought about it.

"Ah!"

One of the nobles bursts into resilience.

He looks at O'Neil in surprise.

"Oh, my goodness gracious O'Neil!"

The nobles around me opened their eyes wide.

Windy O'Neil, they've heard of it.

No, I wasn't just listening.

'Director O'Neill, Human Resources, Lancefield.'

'Lancefield was able to resurrect like this because O'Neil has a clear eye for people and knows how to put people in the right place.'

'Rumor has it that after immediacy, he will rule the human rights of the kingdom.......'

Such a giant was in front of him, and he revealed his thin insides.

The nobles' faces turn white.

Onil smiles faintly at his appearance.

"You don't have to be so scared. I believe that people can change and grow. I've actually seen a lot of them."

His gaze turned towards the center of the square.

A bunch of half-butchered goons.

At the end of O'Neill's gaze, there were six men.

It was Swift, Bro, Littler, Rottner, Griffin, and Nance, called Lancefield's sixth brain.

'At first they were trapped in your house....... ah! Now's not the time to think about anything else.'

Onil shakes his head slowly as he makes his way to the center of the square.

The boy with the crown in his loving hands.

The boy steps forward to Roan.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed the drought.

Both eyes grew round.

A historic moment.

It was the moment we all wanted a monarch.

Bloop.

The boy smiles brightly and puts a crown on Roan's head.

Moment.

Splash, splash! Bubble bun!

The petals covered the sky.

"Waaaahhhhhh!"

A huge scream erupts.

Ba-ba-bam! Ba-ba-bam!

The playing of the Milta Force was also at its peak.

"Hehe."

"Hic. Hic."

Some of the pretenders shed tears.

At last, Roan became a monarch.

He raised his head and looked at the boy.

"Thank you."

The boy lowers his head, smiling brightly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

A voice that is young to hit, but clear and fair.

Roan strokes the boy's head and stands up.

"......."

The scream is gone.

Everyone gazes at Roan silently.

'I've finally come here.'

I also felt emotional.

He died as a terminal spearer and returned to the past.

A second life that began as a rookie in the Roses Army of the Eastern Army.

Goblin Battle in Eil Canyon, Monster Conquest on the Pedian Plains, Trabian Spear, Ring of Branch and Kalyan tears, Battle with Bavarian, Flemish Mana and Reid Law, Viete's Trembling and Spirit King's Tears, invasion of the Eastern Kingdom and Byron Kingdom, Foucane Exodus, Elton Court Rebellion suppression, visit to the Persian Kingdom, Lake Phosphine Conquest, Territory, War with Simon, South Rhine Kingdom Conquest, North Rhine Kingdom.......

There was a lot going on.

Roan's gaze stands steadily on the pretenders applauding.

Austin, Sammy, Harrison, Brian, Fields, Walter, Chris, Keefe, Kinnis, Ian, Swift, Bro, Lighter, Rotner, Griffin, Nance, O'Neil, Sheet, Elba, Thane, Pete, Glenn, Aaron.......

Countless precious people.

And...

'Ali.......'

I had a smile on my mouth.

My eyes flexed gently.

I was happy.

When I first came back to the past.

'I thought it would be a general if I targeted the monarch because it was unfair to die.'

But a lot of things changed my mind.

Roan decided to become a real monarch.

I wanted to change the world.

And I finally got to that position.

Roan suddenly realized the weight of the crown on his head was heavy.

No, I realized it wasn't the weight of the crown.

'The weight of people's hopes, hopes and aspirations.'

He had to carry everything.

But I wasn't afraid.

I thought that was the role and responsibility of the monarch.

Roan glances around and gazes at the pouring gaze.

My chest became hot.

But I couldn't stay impressed forever.

This was a new beginning, not an end.

"The kingdom of Rhine is finished."

Roan's voice shakes the Plaza of Regium.

"But the glorious history and the dreamy past do not go away."

He made eye contact with one of the saints.

"I will plant new seeds on the glorious history and the dreamy past."

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed the drought.

"The seed will bud and blossom, and the flower will never wither."

Roan clenches his fist.

"We are building a new country on a lined foundation."

His voice leaves the square and echoes the heavens and the earth.

"Gookho......."

Everyone listens.

Roan smiles bluntly, shouting in a powerful voice.

"Amaranth."

Declaration of Establishment.

Spring when the sun was shining.

Rhys is gone and Amaranth is rebuilt.

Roan Lansfield is the ancestor of the nation.

He was the owner of a flower that never withered.

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