I am the Monarch

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"Isn't this bastard crazy? '

Delk snorts at Roan Lancefield.

You're gonna take on all of us by yourself? '

It was absurd.

'Only 70 people here. There are over 200 people around here...'

When I thought about it.

'Huh?! And then...'

Delk's face hardens.

I felt goosebumps behind my back and sweaty.

'Our brothers must have surrounded us perfectly...?'

No one could get near this place without his permission.

A total of 200 assassins surrounded the area perfectly without any gaps in water.

'But how...?'

Delk frowns.

I remembered the embarrassing look on my face.

Roan smiles bitterly at him.

"Some of them are bothering me."

Waving your right hand lightly, a black mask falls to the floor.

It was the same mask that Delk was wearing.

'Whew.'

Roan sighs deeply.

'I was delayed in taking care of them.'

No, precisely 200 assassins struggled with tracking and breakthrough due to a peculiar technique that erased the pathway.

It was Amaranth's battalion that dealt with them anyway.

'People who didn't have to die died.'

It was all because of the technique of wiping the mind.

'I've heard rumors of such skills.'

Rumors that have been famous since their previous lives.

'The Black Moon Guild.'

It was a massive assassination guild running the entire continent onstage.

No, the League of Assassin Guilds, to be exact.

They were a very subtle group of assassins, especially those with the peculiar technique of forcing Mana to kill him.

Of course, it was not easy for humans to artificially treat Mana in its natural state, so there was a gap in the process of being out of control every single moment.

Roan doesn't miss the gap.

The traces were done so.

But it's actually later than usual.

'The Black Moon Guild. He did a hell of a job during the war. No, I'm guessing it was.'

Without leaving any trace of them, they do not reveal themselves, so it is not known exactly which people they actually assassinated and dealt with.

I'm just guessing.

'The first Pope of Tellian Church, Latio. There were rumors that he was assassinated by the Black Gate Guild as well...'

It was also just a hypothesis.

Roan raises his head and looks at Delk.

'After what happened today, I guess that hypothesis was right.'

The Black Moon Guild only wanted Latio for the last time and for this life.

'I don't know who commissioned the assassination....'

Of course, there was a place of doubt.

'Holy Shrine.'

Roan smiles bitterly and stares at Delk.

I thought about catching him alive, but I shook my head.

'The assassin of the Black Moon will not open his mouth so easily.'

Moreover, torture did not match Roan's personality.

"Yes, you must be our brothers...?"

Delk clenches his fist.

Roan nods instead of answering.

I felt a funny relaxation on my soft and innocent face.

"Son of a bitch!"

Delk spits his filth and dumps himself on the ground.

At the same time, more than 70 assassins surrounding Roan and Latio faced the ground.

Pablo, Pablo!

I dug into the sound of the wind and the eardrums.

The old man and the old woman who were blocking Latio closed their eyes.

Latio, on the other hand, looked at Roan with a bold expression.

It's as if they know what's coming.

And...

Pavat!

Roan's feet move dizzily.

My body became cloudy and a beam of light sprayed all around me.

Spot! Squeak!

The beam pierces the assassins, drawing a black shadow.

A black shadow splitting in the white trunk.

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

"Glug."

The black shadow flies up with a terrible sound and falls down, losing its power.

Woof. Woof. Kugu Palace.

The dust rises with a dull sound.

Savings.

The Black Moon assassins rush into a fierce rage and lose their lives without ever attempting a proper attack.

All that survived were Delk and about 20 others.

"You, you, you, you……."

Delk stammers, his whole body trembling.

"Who the hell are you!"

I barely got out of my throat.

Roan smiles instead of answering.

In fact, he didn't like the Black Moon Guild or the Assassins very much.

No, actually, I hated it.

'They killed too many innocent people.'

Moreover, the Black Moon Guild was instrumental in making the age of war more complex and longer.

They killed many kingdoms and nobles without regard for their allies and enemies, and repeated that a great deal of punishment and exploded between the kingdoms and kingdoms, empires and empires, and even races and races.

"Even the Mercenary and Thief Guilds admit it, but I can't tolerate it as much as you guys. '

I cannot allow assassins to roam the Amaranth Kingdom.

"Damn it! Make a pass! Fight to the death!"

Delk waves his hands, screaming.

The 20 surviving assassins ignored Latio, the elderly and the elderly and built a new siege against Roan.

'Cause I was just being careless.'

'Cause he just ran out of time.'

"If the Black Moon accepts, we can catch him. '

I'll kill you!

The Black Moon assassins, including Delk, grip their teeth.

They clung together in pride of the Black Moon.

"Die!"

Your acceptance has begun with Delk's work.

Roan rolls his foot lightly and moves his right hand.

The thin dagger of the assassin, which was lying on the ground, creeps into your hands.

At the same time, a much sharper, elongated beam of light split the space.

Spot!

A terrifying sound rang out once.

You hear no sound as the beam sweeps through the assassins' bodies.

"……?"

Even the assassins didn't realize what was happening to them.

Boom! Boom! Tuck!

The arm holding the weapon falls down powerlessly.

Chang, Chang, Chang!

Slowly, the hissing rumbles.

The assassins look at their cleanly severed arms and open their eyes.

"No, that's ridiculous...."

"I can't believe someone with this skill...."

They were no longer able to speak.

No, I couldn't.

Bloop.

A face concealed in a black mask falls from your neck and begins to tilt.

Thud, thud!

The assassins' heads fall to the ground.

The one who stood to the end was Delk.

"This is not human craftsmanship...."

He opens his eyes and screams.

My face and torso began to mismatch.

Roan glances at him, whispering in a small voice.

"I've heard that a lot."

A low, bold voice.

"You have the skills of a ghost, not human skills... …."

That was the last I heard of him before he died.

Scare and awe touched my eyes as they were losing their light.

< Roan Lancefield! >

His eyes must have screamed.

He takes a deep breath and dips down the longsword he's holding.

Squeak!

When the blade falls, it twists deeply.

I could no longer hear the high-pitched metal that had just rained.

A strange static settles down.

Roan turns his head to look at Latio.

Latio smiles faintly and bows his head, standing flat behind the old man and the old man.

It was a very Tellian Greeting.

"Thank you for your help."

Still polite and respectful.

Roan scratches his right cheek with a blurry smile.

"The Tellian Church pays you back no matter what?"

"Yes. Is there anything you want from me?" "

Latio smiled brightly and asked.

Roan nods lightly.

"That's a difficult request. Can you do that for me?"

"Tell me. I'll listen to you, unless you hurt or hurt anyone." "

Latio replied with a bold voice.

It was something anyone could say, but strangely, it was trustworthy.

Roan grins with his teeth bared.

"Let's build a good world together."

Sound convincing.

"A good world... What can a Shipper and a Shipper do?"

Latio smiled softly and asked.

Both eyes sparkled and glowed.

It was as if he was looking into Roan's true self.

Roan wipes his face with his right hand.

"I'm not a lumberjack……."

At that moment, a gentle and innocent face disappeared and a manly face appeared.

It was the original face of Roan Lancefield.

"This is Roan Lancefield in the Kingdom of Amaranth."

He looked directly into Latio's eyes.

"I'll help you."

A confident voice.

Latio smiles faintly and glances at Roan's gaze.

Roan takes a step in front of Latio.

And he whispered in a very small but powerful voice.

"Become a Bishop of the Church of Tellian."

* * *

"We have received word that Weiss Cannom, the regional maintainer, has seized the reward for returning to the people of the Northwestern Plant. Weiss Cannom is quite familiar with Baron Greg Plant and he pretends to be unaware of the money laundering. We may need to take appropriate action."

Heinz, executive officer and chief executive officer of Swift Clark, handed in several letters and reported.

Swift, who was reviewing the thick paperwork, carefully asked.

"Is this news also from the king?"

Heinz nods with a naturally expressive nod, who posted the report.

"Of course. Moreover, the maintenance of Gordon has enslaved the common people, and the fallen noble families of Woods have taken over the land of nearby peasants, and the recovery of Gladen is slowing down……."

As the horse continues, Swift wags his tongue and shakes his hand.

"Your Majesty is truly magnificent. How do you move so diligently...."

He calls out three officers with a happy expression.

"Classify and communicate each item in accordance with the rules and regulations to the people in charge."

"Yes, I understand."

The officers sorted out several canisters and left the Oval Office.

However, Heinz, who posted the first report, kept his post.

"Still have a report?"

Swift, who was reviewing the thick documents again, asked with a curious look on his face.

Hines nods slightly and gives you a letter forward.

"I think you should check and deal with this yourself. This is from Director Chris Taylor of Agents."

"Hmm."

Swift handed in a letter with a low conscience.

It was extremely rare for Chris to write himself.

No, sometimes sending letters was mostly something practitioners could review and process.

Sarak.

The letter was opened with a pleasant sound.

The words were subtly written at a glance.

"Ah……."

Swifts burst into resilience.

The letter was truly enormous.

"Have you read it?"

"No. It was Director Chris Taylor's solemn order not to open it."

In response, Swift nods lightly and shakes his hands.

Hines bows, raises his head, and leaves the office.

The remaining Swift once again carefully read the contents of the letter and closed his eyes.

"Phew……."

A long breath came out.

Unexpected conditions at all.

"I must contact the king."

This decision was not something you could make.

Swift grabbed the pen.

Square. Square.

With a good sound, black writing sits on white paper.

< Your Majesty. We have a call from the Duke of Boise. >

That's how the first sentence of the letter began.

* * *

"Wow! A beggar! Beggar!"

"Worse than us!"

"Aren't you dead?"

Now, the children who appear to be about ten years old tremble.

A young man collapsed where they gathered and knuckled.

No, I was lying down.

He slashes his big suitcase and lies motionless.

His face sinned, and all the colored clothes were scattered.

Unqualified scumbag.

The young man was surprisingly Roan.

"He's really dead."

"I can't move."

Two brave children approached Roan quietly.

Right then.

"Mister, he's not dead."

Roan raises his torso, his eyes flashing.

"Ow!"

"Ahhhh!"

The children were startled, screaming and smashing their buttocks.

"Ow!"

Roan yells slowly, startled by the loud screams of the children.

Roan and the kids.

I opened my eyes wide, looking at each other.

Big surprise to each other.

Then.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh..."

The youngest child shrugs and cries.

Preparing to burst into tears.

"Uh, uh, uh.... Ugh, why are you crying?"

Roan shakes his hands in surprise, but it's already too late.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

A loud cry struck my ears.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

One child cried and the other children followed.

At this point, it became difficult for Roan.

"Girls, don't cry. Look at me. I'll give you some sweets."

Roan had never soothed the child, but his tone and behavior were very unnatural.

The children's cries continued endlessly.

No, it seemed to go on.

But...

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

I heard a drum somewhere.

At that moment.

"Ahhhh... Ugh!"

"Hmm!"

"Khh!"

Every one of the children who cried horribly stopped crying, gripping their teeth.

They stole their eyes with the back of their hands and picked a rough breath.

Very surprising and curious.

Roan frowns.

'As soon as the children heard the drum, they stopped crying.'

Circumstances you don't understand.

Right then.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

You hear the drum a little louder.

The gaze shifts in the direction of the drum.

A colorful procession that spins around the corners of a messy street.

The drums are coming from the front of the procession.

And then.

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

The strange sound of music filled the streets with the wind.

'This…….'

Roan frowns.

'I've heard this music somewhere....'

My head starts to flutter.

I tried to find the memories I wanted out of so many memories.

And...

"Ah……."

Low elasticity erupts from Roan's mouth.

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