I am the Monarch

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"Hmph. Hmph. Hmm."

A nostril came out by itself.

The sun was good and the wind was sweet.

'It's been a long time...' '

No head-pressure helmet, no full body compression armor.

"Ugh."

The young man who opened his base with a big smile was Roan Lancefield.

He was wearing an old, shabby but clean travel suit instead of red armor.

Travis' spear shrunk to the size of a fingernail and put it in his pocket.

Walking slowly along a narrow, bumpy road was relaxed as if walking.

'Home...' '

I could not even fathom the number of years I visited my hometown.

As soon as I was eighteen years old, I fled from my hometown of Lar and went to Peton Training Hall while wandering around for a long time.

After 20 years of battlefield death as a terminal spearer, he returned to the past.

It's been many years since then.

Roan, who was a terminal spearer, is now king of the Amaranth Kingdom.

'Everyone wanted to return the gold....'

Opinions from Austin, Ian and other ministers.

But he didn't want to do that.

'The King's procession won't allow me to speak with the villagers...' '

In the meantime, the opportunity to have a drink and talk about how everyone was doing is gone.

'I will naturally find out in time that I have become king.'

Until then, I just wanted to be Roan from a mountain village.

It's only been a few years for others, but it's been almost 30 years for Roan.

The feeling I felt at this moment was not so light.

Eventually, several ministers had to disagree.

Instead, the Amaranth battalion, or Roan's relatives, was reorganized in the name of the new Amaranth battalion, accompanied by a return journey.

The Roan and Amaranth stages were escorted back to the Valley Castle in the West End by Baron Chuck Epps shortly after arriving at Baron Brunner Castle, the lord of Baron Epps.

Here, Roan quietly set out for the western Grain Mountains, accompanied by 100 of the finest Amaranth Taoists.

The 900 men and Baron Chuck Epps have been ordered to wait in the Valley Castle.

Thanks to you, I was able to enjoy this relaxing journey.

'You're all following me.'

Roan sharply raises his senses and assesses his surroundings.

Though it was only a dark forest swayed by the wind, it was actually followed by 100 Taoists who were secretly escorting Roan.

Though they also wanted to remain in the Valley Castle, Roan was no longer just a longevity, but a king of the land.

It was time to take care of your inner self.

'I should stay for a day and hurry back to my hometown.'

I couldn't afford to stay like this for long.

There was still too much work to do.

Roan pushes forward very little.

The narrow, bumpy path leads deep into the Gran Mountains and continues again.

Lar Village was far from here.

I was in a place like this where I thought people might live.

But it wasn't a poor village.

Thanks to quality mountain herbs, expensive leather, and quality wood, it was an economically wealthy town.

However.

'It's so remote and deep in the Gran Mountains that it's dark in the news of the world... ….'

Above all.

"Always exposed to the attacks of monsters. '

Roan smiles bitterly.

It reminded me of a past I didn't want to think about.

'My parents died because of the monsters...' '

It was a terrible thing that happened when Roan was ten.

After that day, Roan stayed at the village chief, Bass' house.

Meli, Bass and Bass' wife, took care of Roan like a son.

They also had a sad memory of losing their children during the monsters' raid.

They wanted him to become a herbalist, like themselves.

But Roan's dream has been fixed since the day his parents died.

'I wanted to subdue the monsters as a general.'

I wanted to subdue the monsters and protect the villagers and villagers.

But it wasn't easy being a general.

In the end, Roan met his death without fulfilling his dream.

That was the result of my first life.

'But in this second life…….'

At that moment, Roan's footsteps stopped.

A body hardened like a statue.

My eyes trembled.

You can see the skyscrapers flowing out of the dense forest.

A small, unnamed bloom.

But a place filled with all sorts of memories.

It was a stream flowing in front of Lar Village.

'I've finally arrived.'

My hometown was right around the corner.

After taking a breath, Roan takes a slow step.

As I approached the floodgates, I saw women gathering at the heavenly sanctuary to draw water or do laundry.

"Yesterday I drank again...."

"But there..."

"I told my mom yesterday……."

The women chatted as they raised their voices.

Roan stands at the bottom of the cloth and stares at him quietly.

A landscape that warms my heart.

My eyes trembled even more.

At that time, the woman in Choro, who was the loudest of voices, later found Roan.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

He frowned and tilted his head.

With many wars and battles, and the training of the Flamdor Mana, Roan's appearance was very subtle from when he was eighteen years old.

I guess I've become more like a man.

Of course, it wasn't hard to recognize, but no one thought that Roan, who had not been in contact for years, would suddenly come back.

Roan smiles brightly at the elderly woman who tilts her head.

"Aunt Melly."

Low call.

The elderly woman was the chief's wife, Meli, who cared for Roan who had lost her parents like a child.

"Hmm?"

Melly looks quietly at Roan, calling out her name, and slowly rises from her seat.

My fingertips were trembling.

Hiccup.

She finally drops the barrel she's holding.

Large eyes, slightly widened lips.

The expression was largely surprised, and it was half dazzled.

"Aunt Melly. What's the matter?"

"What's going on, Melly?"

The other women look at her and tilt their heads.

"Do you know him?"

"I look familiar too..."

They frown at Roan as well.

At that moment, Roan lowers his head slightly and shouts in a loud voice.

"I've been back."

Meli starts running across the chasm, scared to death.

Splash, splash!

Water splashed everywhere.

Her clothes are wet, but she doesn't mind.

Meli raises her arms and cries out in a loud voice.

"Roan!!!"

* * *

"Hahaha. Good. You did the right thing today."

"This kind of leather is going to cost you a fortune."

"Let's let them stay for a drink today."

Five hard-looking young men burst into laughter as they came down the steep mountain path.

In their hands was a golden rain famous for its soft and colorful fur.

"As expected, Beckale is the best hunter."

"A minimum of three or four dammies can be caught by Beckale."

"The best hunter in Lar."

The youth all shouted in a loud voice.

The most handsome and manly of them all smiled.

"I'll pay for the drinks today, so you don't have to float me like that."

He was Beckale, the best hunter in Lar Village.

"Hehehe. As expected of Beckale. He's the blacksmith of the blacksmith."

"What a waste to rot in a mountain village like this."

Bevel, walking ahead, clenches his fist.

"Of course. I'll leave this shitty town as soon as I get my money together. I'm going to go out into the world and be a commander of the underworld."

"The commander... I think you would."

"Well, well. Take us with you when you leave."

"Yes. We can't rot in a place like this."

The young men fought back.

One of them gave a strange look.

"That reminds me of the General."

"Who?"

The young men frowned.

The one who pulled out the horse raised one mouth tail.

The laughter was powerful.

"About Roan. Roan."

"Oh! That bastard……."

"He was just the kind of guy that would be good for a herbalist."

The young men shook their heads, kicking their tongues.

"You haven't contacted me since you left town?"

"That's right. The chief wasn't the only one worried."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Where I am and how I am..." "

Before that, Beckel mutters in a small voice.

"Maybe he's begging."

Again, the laughingstock was powerful.

Everyone felt bad about Roan.

However, it was not a bad relationship between the village youth, including Beckel, and Roan.

The problem is that their pride is very strong.

The hunters of Lar Village were originally more proud than the other herbalists and lumberjacks.

'Even we, the best hunters in town, can't go out into the world...' '

Everyone didn't have a good face.

'As soon as Roan was eighteen years old, he left town.'

My ego was broken.

That's why when I heard Roan's story, I scoffed.

If he did not do so, he seemed to be a worse man than Roan himself.

"I will leave a little more clearly prepared……."

That's when Beckel said it.

"Becale!"

A young man, standing outside the fence, rushed in with a wave of his hand.

Urgent expressions and voices.

"Elo, what's going on?"

Beckale frowns.

Elo sighs and quickly replies.

"Girl, he's back."

A number of young men tilted their heads.

"Him?"

"Who is this guy?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Beckale nods and confronts.

Elo takes a long breath and then answers in a loud voice.

"Roan!"

* * *

I got beat up a long time ago.

The chief, Bass, and the chief's wife, Meli, as well as a number of adults who watched Roan grow up and grow up, began to teach him a lesson.

No, not just grown-ups.

Now, everyone in their 20s came together and raised their voices one by one.

Roan smiles brightly, even as she spills.

I smiled on my own.

The villagers were consistent.

They were genuinely concerned about Roan.

"Huh. Look at this guy. You're grinning, aren't you? Huh?"

Bass looks at Roan's face and bursts into a daze as if it were absurd.

"You're still less angry."

"It's been a long time since I've held a falcon."

The adults around you raise their voices.

That's when she stepped forward and waved her hand.

"Stop it, everyone. If we talked about this, Roan would understand. Right, Roan?"

Soft question.

Roan nods slowly.

Melly strokes Roan's head as she looks at him.

"I just wanted to come back safely. That's enough. I wonder if you're wrong..."

She can't finish her sentence.

Tears welled up around my wrinkled eyes.

Seeing that, Bass kicked his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why are you crying in front of her?"

You bruise with a small voice and look directly at Roan's face.

"Anyway, you can be healthy without getting hurt."

He sits across the hall.

"Let's hear your story about how you've been doing. How have you been? What are you doing these days? Did you really commit to the military?"

Questions were asked.

All the adults who were too distracted to teach him a lesson looked at Roan.

The same thing happened to all the others who had heard about Roan's return.

"That……."

Roan carefully opens his mouth.

Right then.

"Apparently, you've been doing some errands."

I heard you standing there.

Some of the people surrounding Roan retreat to the left and to the right.

A familiar face appeared between the slight gaps.

At that moment, the soft, happy smile that was hanging from Roan's mouth turned into a bitter smile.

He got up from his seat and reached out to the young man before him.

"It's been a while."

Bold voice.

But the eyes sparkle with a strange light.

"Becale."

The young man who stood by me, he was Beckale.

As soon as he heard Elo's story, he came to see Burinake Roan.

Beckale nods, holding Roan's hand.

"I knew it would come back to this, Roan."

Laughing publicly.

Roan bursts into flames.

'Young.'

It was childish.

You can see Beckale's insides.

'In my last life…….'

I kept smiling.

'I guess I got hit by this guy.'

Beckale.

He was a friend, or a traitor, who betrayed Roan and stole Travis' spear.

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