I am the Monarch

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Static.

No one opens their mouth.

No, I couldn't open it.

Everyone looks at Roan Lancefield with their eyes wide open.

Too many unbelievable things happened in a very short time.

Roan burned ten Ogres by himself, slaughtered the Goblins when they appeared called the Amaranth Charter, and declared himself the sovereign of the land.

The people of Lahr swallowed dry water with a dazzled look.

"Governor"? '

"King?"

I couldn't figure out how to react.

A general, or even a general, would be happy to applaud.

If he had fulfilled his dream, he would have praised him greatly.

But Roan became a monarch, not just a general.

It also became the ancestor of a new kingdom.

Something I couldn't even imagine.

No, it was unbelievable even now, to be honest.

"Well, is that really true?"

Bass, who was hiding behind the dungeon, shows himself out of the void.

Melissa follows behind.

Roan nods, smiling brightly.

"It's all true."

Soft voice.

"I don't lie."

There was no lie in his eyes and expression.

From the time Roan was born until the year he turned eighteen, Bass and Melly watched over him and realized that everything was true.

They knelt before Roan.

"Your Majesty."

My voice trembled.

Roan looks surprised and raises Bass and Meli.

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd do this."

I had a bitter smile on my face.

"Ha, but we, we don't dare......."

Bass smiles awkwardly, not like this or like that.

Roan whispers in a small voice.

"Whether it's junk, beggars, soldiers, generals, monarchs….. I am Roan. I didn't become someone else."

He gently grabs Bass and Meli's hands.

"Your grace has always been unforgettable. My parents died and orphaned me, and they took care of me like a child."

It's a hard world to live in.

It was never easy.

"One day, I was always worried about the guy who left home. It's been a long time since I've been back home......."

Roan does not make it easy for him to speak.

My eyes were as moist as my voice.

"You two are still waiting for me here."

That someone is waiting for themselves.

that it looks at itself with the same mind.

To love and trust you unconditionally.

Nothing made people happier than that.

Meanwhile, the villagers who had been hiding from the monsters began to regroup.

Everyone's face was half dazzled.

But they were all looking at Roan as clearly as their eyes.

Roan stands in front of them and calmly unravels what had happened.

From the end of the Rose Army's spearhead to the reign of the Amaranth Kingdom, the epic and curved story continues endlessly.

People exploded alternately with elasticity and sighing.

"...... I became a monarch."

The story is over.

"Ah......."

People burst low elasticity.

Not only that, the Amaranth Tactical Guards behind him were also impressed by Roan's story.

They realized something.

There is a great existence ahead of us in history.

Do you really mean the King? '

'Ah.......'

'What the hell are we doing.......'

The group following Bekale and some of the villagers look bored.

All last night, I remembered things that made fun of Roan and criticized him.

Some women sighed deeply.

'Oh, I could have been a queen if I had done well earlier.......'

"If I marry Roan..."

"Can I live in a palace of splendor? '

Each one filled my head with blushing, red delusions.

Country virgins were as naive as possible.

Roan smiles bluntly and stares at Becale.

Beckel's eyes are still dazzled with a dazzling look.

"Becale."

Low call.

Beckale shudders unwittingly.

Gulp.

The collar moves roughly up and down.

Roan glances at Beckel's two eyes.

"You touched my luggage, right?"

Scary to the end.

"Hiccup."

Beckle starts the hiccups.

Even my breath is rough.

Extremely embarrassed.

It was the same with the gangsters in the back.

Their faces were now pale and pale.

'Becale, I'm not gonna let you go.'

Roan's eyes subside.

The betrayal I experienced in my last life.

I promised myself that if I ever saw him again, I would take revenge.

But you can't slash a man's head.

His betrayal hasn't happened yet.

If you kill Beckale here, you'll misunderstand him and his gang, as well as the people of Lar Village.

You'll think Beckel's neck fell off just because she touched Roan's burden.

As a monarch of a country, he was not that good.

Besides...

'I didn't want to kill him so easily in the first place.'

It was a very comfortable death to be beheaded without knowing why.

Roan wanted to make Beckel feel all the frustration and pain she'd been through.

"Me, me, are you going to kill me? Oh, no. Are you going to kill me?"

Beckle shudders all over.

I was miserable.

Endlessly humiliated in front of the weak, never before the strong.

'This is what Becale really looks like.'

I couldn't find any prestigious appearance that made a name for myself in my last life.

Roan shakes his head slowly.

"I don't need blood on my hands. You soon......."

His voice sank low.

"You'll die."

Boom.

At that moment, Beckel falls to the ground in a big shock.

He trembles all over.

"Joo, what do you mean you're going to die? W-what does that mean?"

Until just now, I couldn't find any more ridicule and criticism towards Roan.

Roan replied with a bold expression.

"My things are poisoned to prevent theft."

"D, poison?!"

Beckel shouts, his head held high.

The group sits back with their legs loosened.

They stole Roan's stuff, too.

"D-poison......."

Beckale looks down at his hands and cries.

Roan snorts.

"Did you think you could manage the monarchy's goods?"

He was right.

Beckel groans, face down on the ground.

"Sa, please save me! Please save me!"

Following you, the group that stole together approaches Bakale's side and falls flat on the floor.

"Sa, please save me!"

"You have committed a mortal sin!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

Some of them have already cried.

They rummage through their arms and pull out the clutter.

It was all Roan's stuff.

"Here you go, sir."

Beckale unloaded the goods late.

Roan glances at the figure and reaches out his right hand.

Spot!

Immediately, things got sucked into the palm of my hand.

Wonderful and amazing views.

It was a kind of bronchoscopy with Mana.

"The poison in these things is so nasty that only I can touch it."

A dark red flame rises from the palm of your hand, terrified to the end of the horse.

The flames burn fiercely, but the goods do not burn.

Wonderful and surprising.

Thanks to this, Beckale and his gang were able to trust Roan's words.

"Help me!"

"I'll do anything if you let me live!"

"Forgive my reckless, ignorant, and foolish behavior last night!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!"

The gangs begged and begged for their hands and feet.

So is Beckel.

"I dared to disturb you without knowing the subject! Yo, forgive me! Help me!"

The desperate voice filled the void.

Roan glances at him and blurts out a word.

"It's not like there's very little way to live."

Moment.

"Yes?!"

"Well, what's the way?!"

"Go, teach me! I'll do anything if you teach me!"

Beckale and his group scream with eager expression.

Roan shakes his hand, calming them down, and then speaks in a bold voice.

"The king is not an antidote to Mediacis, but there is a medicine that can control poison. Every 30 days you take it, you'll be fine as ever." "

"Ah......."

Everyone bursts into a burst of relief.

I remembered the hope that I could live without dying full of faces.

Roan looks them straight in the eye and speaks in the back.

"As soon as I get back to the Royal Road, I'll have someone send me some medicine."

Scary to the end.

"Ahhhh!"

"Go, thank you!"

"Thank you so much!"

A shout came out.

"But......."

Roan shakes his hand and shuts them up.

"If your appearance and behavior are as uncomfortable and despicable as today, I will immediately terminate the medicine."

"Ah......."

Beckale and his group, who were greatly pleased, sighed with a stiff face.

Conditional life.

It meant that he could die as much as he wanted.

But there was no other way.

If you don't want to die, you have to do what Roan says.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I will dedicate my life to the people of this village."

"I'll be a good man."

"I'll do as the chief says."

There were many promises filled with vanity.

"I will be a good man, as you say."

Beckale also raised his voice with a resolute expression.

He looked him straight in the eye.

"Remember, if you break your promise..."

The day came in my voice.

"Soon you will die."

Gulp.

Beckale and his group swallowed dry saliva.

The momentum and pressure emanating from Roan's body chokes his breath.

"Ugh. Ah, I see."

"I will keep my promise."

Everyone nods with difficulty.

At that moment, Roan pauses and looks back at Bass and Melie.

"Shall we go home and tell the rest of the story?"

"Well, yeah. Let's do it."

Bass nods at the top of his head.

After assigning Fence Maintenance and Boundary missions to Amaranth's Taoists, Roan returned home with Bass and Meli.

The three of them had a long, long conversation in an old, narrow hut with bright days.

After daylight, I gathered all the villagers again and added to all the many things that had been fun, happy, sad and sick.

Everyone fell in love with Roan's story.

They were particularly passionate about the story of the newly awakened Amaranth Kingdom.

Some of the village women also threw a churro at Roan.

Roan tells the story of Aelle, the most beautiful and lovely woman in the world, as if she had waited.

In the end, the village women who had been delusional had no choice but to retreat with a frowning face.

Roan stayed in Lar Village for two more days.

Staying a little longer than originally planned.

"Roan. Come and play sometimes, even if it's hard."

"Be careful not to get hurt. Okay?"

Bass and Meli grabbed Roan's hand and repeatedly asked him.

Even though Roan was the strongman in their hands, they were only children and weak.

Roan strokes the back of both hands.

"Whenever I have time, I will come."

I wasn't just saying that.

He turns his head to look at the villagers.

"And soon everyone will be invited to the throne."

Some adults and children raised their arms and shouted.

Purely delighted and delighted.

He felt that his mind was cleared.

He whispered in a small voice in Bass and Meli's ear.

"The next time you come back….."

His voice was soft.

"I'll come to Roan, the mountain boy, not Roan Lancefield, the monarch."

In response, Bass and Meli nod, smiling faintly.

I couldn't say anything out loud thanks to you.

After grabbing them lightly, Roan stepped back.

"Murray."

An Amaranth Taoist soldier stands next to the low shout.

It was Murray, one of the battalion deputies.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A small but powerful voice.

Roan glances at Murray and whispers in a small voice.

"Take the nine paladins and defend Lar Village for 30 days. At the same time, keep an eye on the situation of the Grain Mountains monsters."

The appearance of ten Ogres and the raid of hundreds or more Goblins.

I needed to figure out why the monsters were behaving abnormally first.

"Y-yeah. I'll take my orders."

Murray nods with a firm expression.

But that wasn't the end of Roan's orders.

"And……"

He gives a long command in his ear for a while.

"Would you do that?"

Let's ask Murray again with an unbelievable expression.

"That's enough of him."

Roan smiles bitterly.

Murray lets out a short breath.

"If he comes out like that......."

There was a cold light in the snow.

"You'll be digging your own grave."

At that, Roan nods silently.

'The trap is set.'

It was his job to take it or not.

If he didn't, he could have saved his life.

But...

"If I betray you like I did the last time..."

You will fall into a trap and face a terrible end.

Roan takes a deep breath.

Now it was really time to go back.

He waves to Bass, Melly, and the villagers.

"Goodbye!"

"Be careful!"

"Come back and play!"

"We must invite him to the Royal Road!"

The villagers also showed Roan off waving their hands.

Everyone looks happy and happy.

Of course, Beckale and his gang's faces were hardened.

No, he was smiling forcefully.

'Dammit, what a mess!'

Beckale bites her lower lip as she looks at Roan leaving.

It was unfair.

Shit! Shit! Shit! "

When I thought about it, I wanted to spit it out even if it was insulting.

However, the ten remaining Amaranth Taoists in the village were unable to act recklessly.

That day, Beckale emptied his glass by himself under the watchtower until late at night.

Creepy night without the moon and stars.

He lies awake in the dark, not even thinking about going home.

At that time, Murray and one of the Taoists quietly approached and settled under the fence.

What the hell?

Beckale jumps to his feet, nervously halting.

Murray and his Tactical Guard talk in a small voice, whether they haven't found Beckale yet.

"Did you deliver it correctly to the rest of the crew?"

At Murray's words, the paladin nods nervously.

"Yes, I did. But is that really true? Really......."

He walked around once for no reason, then carefully spoke behind his back.

"Was there really no poison in the first place?"

* * *

"Is it all settled?"

Small voice.

"Yes, I only took care of what was necessary."

Such a small voice.

The young man and the middle-aged man secretly continued the conversation, head to head.

"But do you really have to do this?"

The middle-aged man asked with a sad expression.

The young man nodded as if he had no choice.

"I can't grow any more business here."

"But I thought he wasn't that stuffy..."

"I know that. He's definitely a big-time badge. But not all of his men are giants."

"That's......."

The middle-aged man could no longer speak.

Because I couldn't find a horse to argue with the young man.

"We have to go to the Estonian Empire to do a really big business anyway. Let's just think of it as a good opportunity."

The young man smiled bitterly.

I said that, but I couldn't help but get bitter.

'I thought one eye was accurate…..'

One of the abilities I pride myself on.

Because of that ability, I had to organize the merchant guild that I had been working with all my life.

"Whew."

I took a long sigh on my own.

The middle-aged man who was watching him tried to smile.

"Don't be so discouraged. With Clyde's ability, you'll soon be able to create a bigger Guild."

I wasn't just saying that.

A confident face and a confident voice.

The young man, Clyde, smiles faintly and nods.

"Thank you, Gordon."

Clyde and Gordon.

The two were Clyde and his accomplice Gordon, the sole owner of the Clyde Merchants Guild.

Clyde supported and supported the Three Prince Column Lines in the succession war.

He thought that only the columns of Simon Lines, Tommy Lines, and Column Lines could ascend to the throne.

No, I was sure.

However, it was not the three princes who saved the endangered country after the succession war. It was Roan Lancefield.

Roan has already ascended to the throne after taking over the Kingdom of Amaranth in place of the limitless Rhine.

'It was an unprecedented instant that was supported and welcomed by everyone, even though the kingdom was originally destroyed and a new kingdom was built.'

However, it made Clyde's position difficult.

Due to Roan's personality, she would not interfere with the hacking or interrupting that she supported and sponsored the column, but she could not be supported.

'The merchant guild, which had been in close relations since before the succession of the throne, is advancing its business.'

It means it is impossible to fight the merchant guild in Amaranth.

Moreover, there was also the possibility that one of Roan's henchmen with an excess of loyalty would place a banner on the top of Clyde.

In many ways, it was inconvenient to have a place in the kingdom of Amaranth.

"In the meantime, I'm fortunate to have a line lined up at the Estonian Empire and the Holy See."

Gordon smiles brightly as he unpacks.

Right then.

"It's been a long time."

A strange voice dug into their ears.

"Huff!"

Clyde and Gordon take a step back, swallowing a sudden gust of wind in their voices.

There was definitely only themselves in this big locker room.

Their gaze was dazed in the locker room.

At that moment, as the darkness in the corner of the room subsided, those who pressed down on the black robe deeply revealed themselves.

All three of them.

Obviously, they were the ones who couldn't feel their wits, even though they were looking clearly in front of them.

"Hmm."

Clyde, who was momentarily embarrassed, quickly takes a deep breath and recovers his calm.

I ran the merchant guild and went through all kinds of things.

I knew how important it was to strengthen my wick through many experiences.

"Who are you?"

Low voice.

The first person to say that took off the robe with both hands.

A face that shows for a moment.

"Are you……?"

Clyde looks a little surprised.

The face of the uninvited was familiar.

Clyde takes another breath and greets you in a calm voice.

"I never thought I'd see you like this in a place like this. Commander Keefe."

"You know my face and name, Clyde."

A clear voice in my ears.

He was Keefe, commander of Tenebrae forces.

Clyde smiles bitterly.

"Good eye sledding and memory are essential virtues for being a giant."

He takes a deep breath.

"What is Commander Keefe of Tenebra called Special Forces doing here?" "

Clyde asked with the most bold and bold expression possible.

But I was actually very nervous.

'Could it hurt me......?'

Among Roan's henchmen that he was worried about, it could have been Keefe who was overly loyal.

At that time, Keefe gently extends out his right hand.

"I'm here to take Clyde back because I really need him in the Kingdom of Amaranth."

At that, Clyde bursts into laughter.

"Hahaha. You need me?"

Relaxing expression and posture.

Behaviors to hide my nervous innards.

"I'm just a fallen merchant. How can I help......."

About that time, Keefe smiled faintly and spit out a word.

"Holy Shrine."

At that moment, Clyde's expression hardened.

It was the expression that it would come eventually.

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