I am the Monarch

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A feast was held.

No, it was more of a festival.

In a small clearing in the middle of Lar Village, all the villagers gather to pour a glass.

Everyone brought food and drink from home.

I congratulated Roan on his safe return, chattering.

The villagers were greatly relieved that Roan returned unharmed and healthy.

Among them, of course, were those who were curious about the story of the outside world, or who could not see Roan returning to the outside world.

"Roan. Have you ever been to Milr, then?"

"It's the largest and most prolific place in our kingdom."

"Have you seen the royal palace? What's Lisa's street?"

Town girls the same age as Roan glow brightly.

As Roan watched, he smiled deeply.

"Margaret, Lindsay, Mami, Marsha......."

All the faces I missed.

It's been 20 years since we met in our first life.

"The king went to Mildo, too. There......."

Roan pours his glass and unravels the stories of the world he saw, heard and experienced.

At first, I was only interested in some women of a certain age, but soon my children and adults began to gather together.

After leaving old age and old age, the outside world was full of strange and funny stories.

"Lake Porsche is vast enough that the end is invisible......."

When the story continues.

"You're chatting pretty well."

Beckale approaches with a hiss.

There were always more hunter bands behind him.

"The king is like Mill, the Pedian Plain, Lake Porsche....... and those stories are from leather merchants, so screw it......."

Beckale sits in front of Roan.

"Let's hear your story. How you've been living, what you're doing now."

The eyes of the people once again glowed brightly.

Roan shrugs, smiling bluntly.

"It's nothing. I went to Petron training camp and fought in many wars as a royal soldier."

At the end of the sentence, Beckale's gang snorts.

"Petron Training Hall?"

"Royal soldiers?"

"You went to war? You? Heh."

They shook their heads in disbelief.

It was the same with Beckel.

"A herbalist would be a perfect match for a royal soldier?"

He stood up with his lips clenched.

"It's been a long time since you've been back. You lie to people."

"You know what? Just be honest. We'd understand if you were a scumbag or a pervert."

The gang taunts you once again.

Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"I don't lie."

Valid expression and voice.

"Really?"

Beckale twists his lip slightly and bites back.

He gestures at the group.

Soon, two young men brought a bow.

"Why don't you try a little archery with me?"

Instead of answering, Roan looks at Beckel with a bold look in his eyes.

'You're too young.'

It was childish.

I can almost see inside.

Beckel misunderstood as Roan sat quietly.

'You're scared.'

He thinks he's right.

'This guy is really lying.'

Thanks to me, I felt confident.

"Huff. Shame on you. '

Beckale smiles bitterly.

He didn't like that he alone captured people's attention from the stories of the outside world.

I was uncomfortable because all the girls around my age seemed to be interested in Roan.

Just yesterday, I was the most popular person in town.

"I won't tell you to pay for losing a bet, so don't be too scared."

Beckle gives you a bow, as if using a box.

Roan glances at the bow quietly.

The eyes of the people poured out.

"Whew."

Roan takes a deep breath and wakes up.

He shakes his head slowly.

"I don't want to."

Decline.

The laughter in Beckel's mouth grows darker.

"Come on, show me what you got. I miss the skill of a royal soldier."

At her age, women looked at Roan with excited eyes.

But Roan shakes his head instead of answering.

'I just want to have a comfortable conversation like this.......'

I didn't want to break the mood by trying my best.

"Ah......."

Women and children burst into an unfortunate elasticity.

Some faces reminded me of disappointment.

Beckel snorts.

"What's the matter? Was it a lie that you became a royal soldier?"

He lets out a long sigh and shakes his head.

Then the chief, Bass, intervened.

"Beckale, stop it."

Beckel raises his hands, his eyebrows twitching.

"Chief, I made it clear. Don't tell me what to do."

The day stood still in my voice.

Bass nods, smiling awkwardly.

"Well, yeah. Okay, now......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I was going to stop if I didn't."

Becale gives Roan a hard time.

In my eyes, the laughter was powerful.

"Hmph. I can't drink without a liar like this."

He soon snores and takes a step.

"Hmph."

"What a shameful boy to lie about......."

After that, a group of hunters chases you.

Bass takes a short sigh and shakes his head, trying to catch them.

Some of the villagers follow a group of hunters with glasses and food.

The rest shake their heads, smiling bitterly.

"The town has changed a lot."

Roan carefully asks in a small voice.

Bass sighs once more.

"Bevel and the hunters are blurring the town."

"Please scold me."

"It's no use. They don't listen to grown-ups anymore. Besides, Becale is the most skilled hunter and vigilante commander in town."

The leader of the vigilante who guarded the village from monsters was treated and respected in the village as much as the chief.

"Even the chief can't be careless. '

The village of Lar was divided between a group following Bass and a group following Bekale.

It was true that it was not completely divided like the outside world, but the atmosphere was worse than before.

"He's a real pain in the ass. Trouble."

Bass shakes his head and fills the glass.

The rest of the people in the vacancy also did not look good.

The hot festival heat quickly subsided.

People left one by one and went back to their homes.

In the end, there were only Roan, Bass and Meli left.

"Whew. Should we head back?"

Bass grabs Roan by the shoulder with a heavily drunk face.

Roan takes a step forward, building up Bass.

After that, she looks at him with a joyful, touching look.

'So is this house.'

Roan looks at Bath's house and is reminiscent of his old memories.

'Good.'

It feels like a safe haven.

"Roan. I'm glad you're okay. I'm really glad you're okay. I really......."

Bass stumbles drunk and repeats the same words.

Roan bites his lower lip without speaking.

Suddenly, I remembered the last life.

A life of death without returning home for 20 years.

'Could the chief and Aunt Melie have waited until the end……?'

How sad he must have been to know his own death.

My chest was closed.

He couldn't leave Bass' side for a long time after laying him on the bed.

Meli, standing at the threshold, slowly approaches and strokes Roan's back.

"Roan, you don't have to feel guilty about anything. If you can show me you're okay, that's it."

"Lady......."

Roan bows his head, holding Meli's hand.

I felt sorry again and filled my throat.

Meli grins and taps Roan on the back of her hand.

"Now you go back to sleep. I left the room clean."

Roan nods and wakes up.

"Thank you. And......."

My voice is wet.

"I'm sorry."

He takes a step back to the bedroom.

You hear Meli's voice behind you.

"Roan. Don't be sorry. It's okay. It's really okay."

As expected, his voice was wet.

"We're all fine with you."

It was so warm.

He takes a deep breath and quickly enters the bedroom.

It was moments I missed and missed for a long time.

It was heartfelt, but not sad.

It feels like the lump that was deep in my heart melted away.

'This room is still the same.'

Roan smiles blurrily at the view of the bedroom.

The bedroom looked the same as when he left.

It wasn't just a clean day.

'You've cleaned and cleaned every day since I left.'

I can feel Meli's touch all over the room.

Roan slowly sits on a hard bed.

Uncomfortable, run-down beds.

But it was more cozy and comfortable than anything else in the world.

Then.

"Your Majesty."

A low voice rang in my ears.

Roan nods slightly.

At that moment, a man appeared in the dark in the corner of the bedroom.

Nathan, the director of the Amaranth choir.

Nathan kneels before Roan on one knee.

"A man by the name of Becale led the pack and stole some of your belongings."

The report continued.

"I watched as you ordered."

His voice sank low.

"Good work."

After a brief disagreement, Nathan hides himself back into the darkness.

"Becale, I can't help it. '

I thought maybe.

In case you were wondering, before the town party started, I called the Taoists to keep an eye on the house.

'I thought he was a friend.......'

In the last three years, I realized how little I saw of people.

Roan takes a long breath and lies on his bed.

'I searched my luggage.......'

I had a strange smile on my mouth.

He slowly closes his eyes.

'Becale, it's my turn.'

Unknown idea.

I also remembered a strange expression on my face.

Right then.

Hmm?

Roan's sharp senses give you an unpleasant lift.

It was not a postulate.

'This can't be......?'

He slowly opened his eyes and got up from his seat.

At the same time.

Deng, Deng! Deng, Deng! Deng!

A loud bell strikes my ear.

It was a familiar sound that was located deep in the memory.

Roan quickly steps out of the bedroom.

Wudang!

Along with a dull sound, Bass and Meli rush out.

Disoriented.

"Chief, is this...?"

When Roan cautiously asks, Bass nods coldly while he's sober.

"Yes, it's an attack by monsters."

"The monsters came in."

Melie was the hind horse.

She also had an urgent expression and voice.

'The village is still dangerous.'

Roan hurries out of prison, recalling a painful old memory.

Bass and Meli followed behind.

"To the North Tower! North Tower!"

"Hunters, take your bows and arrows!"

"Everyone gather at the northern fence!"

The town was noisy.

Torches are burning everywhere.

Emergency runners and flashing lights.

Glug glug!

The horror of monsters from afar.

Roan hurries toward the fence north of town.

"Align! Align! Goblins! At the same time, fire arrows!"

The protagonist of the voice was Beckale.

He looked outside the town from the North Watchtower.

He was no longer a hunter, but a captain of the Lar Town vigilante.

Roan stands inside the fence and looks around calmly.

"Phew. Phew."

"Phew. Phew."

Everyone was out of breath.

But no one was discouraged or helpless.

The men stare out at the fence with bows, stones, old but well-groomed spears and axes.

The women stand behind them, gathering large and small stones like a pile.

Very proficient.

'Yes. For the people of Lar, this is everyday.'

There was no distinction between men and women in front of the monster attack.

At that moment, Beckel waves his right hand.

"Fire! Fire your arrows!"

Hunters and men spread out along the fence to shoot arrows.

Idiot!

Dozens of arrows split the night sky with sharp ripples.

"Fire! Keep firing!"

Beckale screams without rest.

Queeeek!

Outside the fence, you can clearly hear the goblins' cries.

"Against the fence! Throw me a stone!"

Those were Beckale's orders.

The men standing by push the spear through the gap.

The women threw stones.

Squeak, squeak!

Goblins clinging to the fence after piercing the arrow rain have fallen without hesitation from spears and stones.

It was a crude weapon, but a perfect response.

Queek! Queek!

Eventually, a group of Goblins began to flee with the troops on their feet.

Becale raises her arms as she looks at the distant hordes of Goblins.

"They're getting away! Victory is ours!"

A loud voice struck my ear.

"Waaaahhhh!"

People shouted in one voice.

Beckale looks down from the watchtower.

"Becale. Excellent work again."

"You're the best hunter in town."

"The greatest vigilante of all time."

The group that used to follow him and some of the village women approached and raised their thumbs.

Beckel waves a little, then stands in front of Roan.

His face was full of pride.

"What do you think?"

That's a lot of questions.

Roan gives you a slight bend in his head as if to ask what you're talking about.

Beckale laughs loudly and speaks in the back.

"What's it like to see a real battle in front of you? You're a liar."

The day came in my voice.

"Why? My teeth are tingling and my teeth are shaking?"

The mockery continues.

"Hehe."

"Phuket."

A group of women burst out laughing behind you.

Roan shakes his head, smiling bitterly.

"I don't think the battle's over yet."

Bold voice.

Beckale frowns.

"What? What are you talking about? All the Goblins ran away. Are you out of your mind because you're scared?"

He exclaimed in a loud voice as if he was trying to get people's attention.

Roan still replied with a bold expression.

"I assure you, I don't lie. The battle is not over yet. You can't hear this, can you?"

A confident voice.

Becale bursts into flames.

"Hehe. What a madman this is. I heard something......."

When the horse goes on like that.

Kuaaaaaaang!

The northern fence, which was firmly guarding its position with the noise, exploded.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

The villagers who were surrounded opened their eyes, swallowing the false wind in a sudden situation.

"What, what!"

"What happened!"

Beckale and the hunters gaze at the northern fence as it explodes.

Moment.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Along with the enormous monsters, a green monster emerges from the darkness.

The hunters, including Beckale, scream out in a seizure.

"Oh, the ogre!"

"Ogres!"

Three times the size of an average human male.

A super-strength that can crush a rock with one punch.

A monster appears that cannot even be compared to a Goblin.

That, too.

Uhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!

It wasn't one.

"Hey, ten!"

"Ooh, fences don't work on ogres!"

The villagers run away screaming.

Hunters and bandits hide behind Beckale's back, raising their voices.

"Becale! Do something!"

"Becale! Becale!"

They shoved Beckale on his back.

"Ugh."

Beckale grips his teeth and holds them back.

He was the best hunter in Lahr, just like a puppy in front of an Ogre.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

The ogres find Beckale and his group and rush into a panic.

"Ahhhh!"

"Sa, help me!"

The group screams slowly and flees the area.

Only Beckale can move like a statue.

Just then, a young man stood in front of the Ogre.

"Huh?!"

"Huh!"

"Well, well!"

The villagers who were hiding behind the surrounding buildings sighed in a sudden situation.

Bass and Meli shout at the young man standing in front of the ogre.

"Roan!"

"What are you doing there! Roan! Get out of here!"

The young man was Roan.

He turns his head and looks at the villagers.

Everyone seemed to be worried.

'You can't hide your skills in a situation like this.'

If we don't act now, some of the villagers will lose their lives.

'I dreamed of the General because I wanted to protect the villagers and villagers.......'

This was the moment when the dream would come true.

'Instead, they will no longer be beaten or manipulated or beaten.'

You won't be able to hang out and talk to each other without strife.

One side of my heart became bitter.

Roan sighs a long time.

His gaze is on Becale.

"You asked me to show you what the Imperial Army is capable of, right?"

"Ugh, yeah? Ugh, yes......."

Beckel nods with a dazzled expression.

Roan smiles blurrily.

"I'll show you now."

A small but powerful voice.

"Keep your eyes open and look at me."

Meanwhile, the ogre has reached its foothills.

"Roan!"

"Get out of here!"

Bass and Meli shout in an urgent voice.

Right then.

Love, love, love!

Along with the sound of iron, a long spear appears from Roan's right hand.

Black spear and sharp spear.

Travis spear.

"Uh, where did the car, the spear......?"

The villagers frowned at the elusive sight.

Grrrrrrr!

The ogre wields its giant arm with terror.

"Ah......."

"No......."

Everyone sighs in agony.

The scene of Roan's body exploding.

At that moment, Roan, who was standing silently, plunges into the ground.

Pavat!

His new brotherhood is blurry.

simultaneously

Spot!

Travis' spear widens and cracks open the space.

The spear bends gently and pierces the chest of the ogre.

Squeak!

A eerie sound echoes through the air.

Travis Spear reminds me of a similar snake.

The spear shakes its head and pierces the chest of the other ogres in succession.

Gruuuhhh!

Ogres struggle as they burst into flames.

But not one of them escaped Roan's spear.

In an instant, all ten ogres were pierced by Travis' spear.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh......."

"Well, what is that….."

The villagers stammer.

In particular, Beckale was most shocked.

"Don't, don't, don't..."

He shakes his hands.

Roan stands tall with his spear in one hand and looks at the ten ogres.

Grrrrrrr.

The ogre bows without even knowing it.

It was truly an amazing sight.

The fierce beasts among the monsters were overwhelmed by Roan's gaze.

Extremely.

Roan twists his wrist lightly, whispering in a deep voice.

"Burn."

Moment.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

A dark red flame rises through Travis' spear.

The fire swallowed up the ogres.

Uhhhhhhhh!

The ogres try to escape in a panic, but they can't escape Travis' spear.

Khh. Khh.

The more the fire rages, the fewer and fewer boom there is.

And finally.

Pa!

A dark red flame blazes out and the flames are extinguished.

At the same time, the ogre that boasted a huge size disappeared as if it had been washed away.

A handful of ashes scattered throughout the mountains.

Profit.

The breeze blows coldly.

A cooler silence settled down.

Roan turns slowly, picking up Travis' spear.

Gulp.

The villagers just stand there gazing at Roan.

The collar moves silently.

"Ro, Roan......."

The first thing I came to my senses was Beckale.

"What are you..."

But the horses could not continue.

Another horror erupts from the north fence.

Glug glug! Glug glug!

It was a Goblin's cry.

The whole mountain is buzzing.

They were not as many as dozens as usual.

Hundreds of them.

"Maybe more than 2,000….."

Roan frowns, measuring the exact number.

'Monster attacks have always happened, but this is the first such massive attack. Plus, I've never seen 10 Ogres appear at the same time.......'

It was strange.

But now was not the time to worry.

Two or two.

The ground trembles as the Goblin approaches.

"Ugh."

"Well, what do I do?"

The villagers tremble once more in horror.

Everyone looks at Roan.

Suddenly, I naturally relied on him.

He takes a deep breath and raises his right hand slowly.

"The Amaranth Stage."

Low call.

Moment.

Pavat!

Dozens of men fell from the sky, 100 to be exact.

They land softly, then kneel down to Roan.

"The Amaranth Stage. I've got it!"

The sound of shouting in one voice.

A tremendous surge in energy.

"Huff."

Beckale slumps down, swallowing up the false wind without even knowing it.

The leg is loose.

Roan shakes his right hand lightly.

"Behold."

The order was simple.

"Phew!"

The answer was simpler.

Pavat!

A hundred Taoists kick the floor and run out of the fence.

Glug glug! Glug glug!

At the same time, the sound of the Goblins' cry penetrates your ears.

A very short time passed.

Pavat!

100 Taoists emerge from the darkness again.

Clean as ever.

You don't seem to have been fighting goblins at all.

They kneel to Roan on one knee.

"Mission accomplished."

Simple report.

"Ah......."

The villagers, including Beckale, burst into low elasticity.

Did you really wipe out the Goblins? '

In such a short time? '

Who are they? Who are they? '

Frightened.

It was pure admiration.

Roan nods slowly.

At that moment, Beckale sits on the floor and asks with a trembling voice.

"Roan. Who the hell are you? What are you?"

The voice dries in.

Roan smiles bluntly and replies boldly.

"My name is Roan Lansfield."

Gulp.

The villagers swallowed dry stew.

Roan's words continue.

"I have been rebuilt upon this earth......."

A small but powerful voice.

"Monarch of the Amaranth Kingdom."

Bang!

A huge shock has struck the entire town.

"Governor?"

"You said monarch, right?"

"Where is the kingdom of Amaranth?"

"Above the ground?"

The villagers mutter in astonished expressions.

That's when Beckel gets up from her seat.

He shouted in an unbelievable voice.

"W-what?! No, you're not! Yes, you're the king?!"

Roan smiles faintly at him.

"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter."

He looks at the faces of the villagers.

"No matter what anyone says......."

A clear voice spread out into the mountains in the night wind.

No, it spread to the world.

"I am the monarch."

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