I am the Monarch

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"I like the way it looks."

Roan Lancefield smiles blurrily with a cup of tea.

"Glad you like it."

An aesthetic that tickles your ears.

The protagonist of the voice was surprisingly Cady Lines.

I couldn't find the same old scabbard on her anymore.

The hard experience of the succession war and the death of my brother Simon changed greatly.

Of course, it didn't mean that people themselves were depressed.

She was still bright and energetic and had a knack for making people around her feel good.

In fact, the judgement of the servants and maids who were with her was very good.

Cady lowers her cup of tea and looks at Roan.

"I'm ready."

Strong expression.

'As soon as immediacy was over, he came to see me.......'

That means there's something urgent and important going on.

'I know what the kingdoms of the Dead were treated like.'

Cady grabs the corner of her shirt.

I held the broken heart firmly.

It's already taken care of.

'Oh my....... I think you're misunderstanding me.'

Roan measured her insides and smiled awkwardly.

I brought out the point where she didn't have to worry anymore.

"We haven't announced it yet, but we're moving the royal family."

Cady listens quietly.

Roan smiles faintly and speaks in the background.

"The new Kingdom is the Castle of Mediacis."

Cady nods.

I've heard rumors about Mediacis Castle.

'It's a completely different world.'

In the middle of the night, the inside of the castle was as bright as day.

High-rises, well-maintained roads, and all the supplies on the continent.

Where people can learn to write, regardless of identity or age, and where there is no discrimination and oppression.

It was rumored to be the best place to live under the sky.

The new country, the royal road of the Amaranth Kingdom, was a perfect place.

"So I have a favor to ask you."

"Please?"

Cady asked with a curious expression.

'Please....... what is a good request for the Princess of the Dead Country......?'

Nothing came to mind.

Roan speaks in a bold voice.

"Be the Holy Father of Milr here."

"Yes? Seo, Seongju?"

Cady opened her eyes wide.

Very surprised by the unexpected words.

Roan nods, smiling and smiling.

"The kingdom of Rhine is over, but her life is not over. How would you like to live a new life as the Holy Spirit of the Rhine Special District, Miller Castle?"

"The Rhine Special District......."

Cady mutters with a half-dazzled look.

Roan's words continue.

"I don't intend to deny Rhine's history. because, as the instant said, the Kingdom of Amaranth was born on the foundation of Rhine."

His voice was soft, but strong.

Cady's big eyes shed tears.

"The princess is now the honorary Duke and Holy Father Milre of the Rhine Special District. That's the idea and proposition of me and the kingdom of Amaranth."

After finishing speaking, Roan looks at Cady's face quietly.

'Cady Lines.......'

There were many reasons not to execute her or deport her.

The first was to embrace the nobles and kingdoms who still support and yearn for the Rhine Kingdom through Cady.

If Roan, the new ruler of the new country, cared not for Cady, but cared about Cady, then the forces who opposed Roan would have to shake his heart.

'If Princess Cady supports me actively there, the unification of the kingdom will happen even faster.'

The second was Cady's work.

She supported him in the war between Roan and Simon and publicly denounced Simon's crimes and raised his hand throughout the kingdom after his death.

Thanks to this, Roan was recognized as a hero of the Old World, not a traitor.

The third was due to her relationship with Ali.

Aelee and Cady, though half-sisters, have grown quite close to each other in their succession to the throne.

The two people understood each other and felt sorry for each other.

I felt the compassion of those who survived the fight of killing and killing each other as a family.

In this situation, it was a difficult decision for Roan, who was in love with Aelee, to cut Cady's throat or get rid of her.

The fourth and final one was because of Fields.

'In the last life, we were deeply in love with each other. Of course, in this life there seems to be enough possibility.......'

Roan raises Mana to look outside the reception hall.

My mouth went up gently.

'It's right next to the door.'

Fields stands outside the door.

'One of my orders is to listen fabulously.'

Roan once gave orders to protect Cady when nothing special happened to her.

He was fulfilling that order faithfully.

'No, it's not because of the order, it's because of the heart.'

Fields and Cady were also checking each other's minds as they went through repeated wars and battles.

'I can't kill Princess Cady because of him.'

For many of these reasons, Cady was only the princess of the dead, but she was able to take a special position on her own.

Of course, it wasn't just Roan's idea.

Ian and Swift, among other things, have also decided that Cady is much more beneficial to the interests of Lady Mills.

"What do you think?"

Roan asked in a soft voice.

Suddenly, Cady's big eyes shed tears like beads.

She quickly stands up, stealing tears with the back of her hand.

"Your Majesty."

Cady bows deeply, shivering all over her body.

"As your servant, I accept your will."

It meant accepting Roan's offer, or consideration.

"Thank you."

Roan rises from his seat, smiling brightly.

I didn't have to do anything.

He turns his head to look at the door.

"Phil......."

When the horse goes on like that.

Boom!

The door opened wide.

"You wanted to see me?"

Fields smiles awkwardly, shaking his head.

Roan stares at him with an absurd look and then bursts into laughter.

"You remember my order, right?"

"Of course."

Phil nods, posturing upright.

Roan takes a slow step toward Pills.

He taps Pills on the shoulder and leaves the reception room.

It was heavier and warmer than a thousand words.

On that day, news of the appointment of Holy Father Mill of Cady Rhine was announced.

The people of Milr were impressed by Roan's deep and broad consideration, despite the fact that the kingdom had changed.

Some citizens and personnel who still have not forgotten about the Kingdom of Rhine and have revolted against Roan Lancefield and the Kingdom of Amaranth have also been amazed by news of this announcement.

In particular, it is said that Duke Francis Wilson, who resisted to the end, blew a deep sigh in his drink with his sidekick.

"Here's the monarch I've been so fond of….."

It is the rear gate that the late sighing continued overnight.

* * *

After establishing his country and ascending to the throne, Roan chose the inauguration ceremony of the warriors as the first proper official activity.

No, not just for the warriors, but for all those who lost their lives during the war.

There was no difference between an ally and an enemy.

It was a ceremony for all.

The ceremony was solemn and magnificent.

Immediacy and the Declaration of Nation were not even comparable.

Roan considers the ceremony of the dead more valuable than his own glorious ceremony.

It was not just this time that Roan made this decision.

He soothes the dead at the end of every battle so far.

Thanks to this, everyone knew that Roan's truth was not a lie.

Ba-ba-ba-bam! Tsk, tsk!

The melodies of the Milta Military, or the Amaranth Royal Conservatory, resound magnificently.

It was a ceremony for all the dead, but those who cared more were also allied warriors who fought together.

Roan ordered Ian to build a cemetery to bury the remains of the warriors in the field at the southern gate of Mill Castle.

< Miller Deputy. >

A real warrior, a real soldier, a real ally, their own space.

"We must not forget the blood they shed. One person is not a hero. These are all heroes."

Roan's voice spreads far away in the wind.

"In the future, someone may bleed and fall for the kingdom and its people. Glory be to them all."

Roan asked and asked.

Thanks to this, the Secret Service of Miller, along with the heroine Lancefield in Mediacis Castle, has become one of the few places any amateur kingdom would wish to be buried.

< As a citizen of the Amaranth kingdom, there is nothing more glorious than leaving your name in the heroic Lansfield and being buried in the Faith of Miller. >

It was a proverb that would be passed on and passed on through generations.

The inauguration ceremony was concluded solemnly.

Originally, it would be the announcement of political, administrative, and military reforms, as well as the public works, positions, and recognition ceremonies of the founding fathers.

But...

"The king should also do so in the Castle of Mediacis."

In Ian's opinion, all major ceremonies and announcements were postponed.

Instead, the king sped up his preparation for the transfer.

It didn't take long because it was already in perfect pre-work in the winter.

Roan gazes quietly at the brigade outside the North.

Truly majestic.

The tallest giant flag flutters roughly along the wind.

< Amaranth Kingdom. >

I felt overwhelmed.

Then came Austin and Ian.

"We're ready to go."

The time has come for the new king to leave for Mediacis.

However, Roan hesitates for a moment, not easily answering.

Austin, who has been with him for a long time, notices the vibe.

"What's on your mind?"

At that, Roan sighs for a brief, blurry smile.

"There's something I'd like to stop by before I head to the Royal Road."

"Where are you?"

Ian asked carefully.

Roan turns his head to the west.

"Lahr Village."

Wet voice.

Ian frowned.

"Lahr Village?"

I've definitely heard of it

However, I didn't have a good memory.

I've never tried it out of my mouth.

It was the same with Austin.

Roan looks at them and whispers in a small voice.

"That's where….."

I had a smile on my mouth.

"It's my home."

* * *

"Ahem."

The guard guarding the old gate yawns.

In the warm spring sun, my whole body was tired.

'As soon as I shift, I'm going to take a deep sleep.'

I held the helmet that was pressing deeply overhead.

Then.

"Shane! Put your helmet on straight."

With a sinking mid-tone voice, one of the paramedics appears.

Shane, who was limping, shakes his head as he snorts.

"I don't think he's late for work."

"What should I do if I suddenly get a backache?"

It was Vogel who made excuses with his fair expression.

The two looked at each other with their backs against the wall of the gate.

"The war must be over, right?"

"That's what I don't know. This village is far from war. Even the merchants who gave me the news of the war have been off the grid for months now."

Shane answered Vogel's question bluntly.

Vogel gives a strange smile, scratching his neck.

"Are you sure the Kingdom of Rhine will fall? Or is it a bust?"

"Well….. at least two or three would break down or perish if the last merchant said so….."

Shane frowns and shakes his head.

"What does that have to do with us? It's just a different place to pay taxes."

In response, Vogel bursts into disappearance.

"What an indigenous West End neighborhood."

West End area.

The westernmost part of Prince Ephs, at the western end of the Rhine kingdom, was now lost as far back as history itself.

It was located in the most fortified and remote part of the kingdom, and was completely remote from the world.

The people of the West End were darkened by news such as succession wars, terrible civil wars, foreign invasions, and the loss of the Rhine Kingdom and the rebuilding of the Amaranth Kingdom.

The Valley Castle, guarded by Shane and Vogel, is also located to the east of the West End, making it the world's first source of news.

"You're a West End native."

Shane snaps his lip.

Vogel touches his chest with his right hand.

"I'm different. I'm leaving for Brunner Castle."

"Brunner Castle? What are you going to do there?"

Shane frowns.

Baron Eph's castle was three times larger and more prolific than the Valley Castle.

Vogel takes a deep breath.

"Of course I'm going to join the British Army and study. This is the moment when a country is as difficult as it is now, opportunity. If you work hard in war, you will gain wealth and honor."

He clenches his fist.

Shane kicks his tongue and shakes his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't think you're worth dying for. As soon as a hillbilly like you enters the battlefield..."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Huh?!"

Vogel shakes his head because of the nagging he doesn't want to hear, and his eyes open wide.

His gaze leads to the east end.

"What's the matter?"

Shane turns his head along the Vogel, frowning.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, his eyes grew wide as well.

"What is that?"

Half mesmerized.

The two of them looked at the eastern field.

Fouss.

A cloud of dust rises along the horizon.

It was a strange sight I had never seen before while working as a Gate Guard.

The dust cloud gets closer and closer.

The two of them stared horribly at each other without being able to move.

At that moment, a cloud of dust lowered like a mist, revealing huge flags flying toward the sky.

"Well, what does it say?"

Blind Shane sweeps the Vogel.

Vogel, who had his dreams and goals in his own way, had learned to write little by little from several merchants.

"Go, hold still....... Ah, ah, maybe......."

Vogel reads the words on the flag, thinking as hard as he can about the letters in his head.

"Ah, the Kingdom of Amaranth?"

Tilting my head even after reading it.

Shane frowns.

"The Kingdom of Amaranth? What country is that located in? Are you sure you're reading this right?"

"Well, I guess so. I think it's written that way......."

Vogel nods with a expression on his face.

A horse protrudes out from under the flag.

The longevity man in the fancy uniform kicked the horse's belly and ran quickly.

The closer the horse gets, the bigger Shane and Vogel's eyes get.

"Er. Baron Epps?!"

The two shouted seizures.

The kingdom of Amaranth did not know, but it was clear at once that the horsemen were on their way to Burinake.

He was Baron Chuck Epps, Lord of the Baron Ephs, including the West End.

Chuck kicks the horse's belly with no rest.

I literally came to the gates of the city in a flash.

As Shayne and Vogel make their way to the pose and make their way, Chuck shouts.

"Let the King march!"

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