I am the Monarch

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'That music, it's not in my memory.'

Roan Lancefield frowns.

It was entirely a mistake to feel like I had heard a strange procession playing music.

But it wasn't music that I didn't know.

'It is music in the memories of shamans, not in my memories.'

Roan bites his lower lip.

Music you've never heard yourself, but you clearly remember.

'The shamans who attacked me and lost their memories.......'

It was definitely music in the memories of those shamans.

'It's very subtly different, but this is definitely.......'

My face became stiff.

'The music of the Dark Elves.'

Unfortunately, that was all the information in the shamans' memories.

Meanwhile, the procession gets closer and closer, crossing a messy distance.

Until just now, the noisy children fell flat on the floor and tightened their heads.

It was never something for young children to do.

Roan quickly pulled up the five senses while tightening his head with the children.

The procession was odd.

At the forefront was a musical table covered with black cloth, followed by three very large wagons and dozens of middle-aged men on black horses.

Roan raises his head slightly to take a closer look at the composition of the procession.

Then.

"Beggar man. Don't raise your head."

"Then they take him away."

The children whispered in a small voice.

A trembling voice.

He must have been terrified.

Roan raises his head slightly and quickly squeezes his head.

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

In the meantime, the procession disappears far away, leaving behind a strange and disturbing sound of music.

Then the children lifted their heads and breathed for a long time.

"Hoo. I survived today."

"Mom, Dad, it's best to stay down when you hear the drums."

They wiped their hearts out with a smile.

Roan purposely looks frightened and asks in a small voice.

"What was that matrix just now? I guess we're gonna have to keep the area, huh?"

The children tilted their heads.

"Keep"? "

"What's that?"

In the beginning, they didn't even know the meaning of the word "keep."

The heaviest of the children said with a nervous expression.

"That's the Devil's March. They're not our people."

"The Devil?"

Roan frowns.

The children tremble.

"Demons descending from the mountains of the west. When the demons come to town, they must......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Greta! Get in here!"

"Gilbert! Where are you?! Come on in!"

"Greenness!"

"Gaylen!"

I hear urgent voices everywhere.

'It must be the moms.'

It's different.

"I'm here!"

"I'm on my way!"

"Ahhhh! Mom!"

"I was scared! I was scared!"

The children burst into tears once again, making sure that their voices were relaxed.

Soon they were scattered to all sides and returned to their homes.

Roan smiles blurrily, following behind the disappearing children.

There was no sight happier and more beautiful than a child visiting his mother.

But at the same time.

The Devil?

I was concerned about what the children left behind.

'Maybe I should find out.'

The town of Verlanti is the westernmost of the Blackburn region in the north-west corner of the Amaranth Kingdom.

Roan turns his head to the west.

"If it's the mountains to the west, do you mean the Gran Mountains….."

I had a bad feeling about this.

Roan picks up his luggage and walks slowly.

I thought about going to a tavern in the center of town for a while.

No, before that.

"Nathan."

Low call.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nathan, the director of the Amaranth stage, replied in a small voice without revealing himself.

Roan gives a discreet command in a low, sunken voice.

"Track down the previous procession. If you think it's dangerous, withdraw immediately."

"W. I will take my orders."

Nathan's movements disappeared with the answer.

At the same time, Amaranth, who was surrounding the entire town, also disappeared.

Only a dozen of the Taoists stood by to comfort Roan.

After giving the order, Roan slowly steps back to the tavern.

After opening the tightly closed wooden door, the owner of the cruel impression shoots out a fierce glance.

Roan raises his right hand, smiling softly.

But coming back was a cold breeze.

"Get out!"

The wicked master swoops up and pushes Roan's shoulder with his right hand.

"Beggars can't come into our tavern."

At that, Roan shakes his head with an unfair look.

"Oh, I'm not a beggar. A merchant. A chopper merchant."

At the end of the sentence, one more time, the pain erupted.

"Our tavern….."

The owner's eyes were dazzled.

"No traffickers allowed!"

* * *

Giant trees float in the blue sky.

In a small space between the trees and the trees, there were rustic chambers built with dry branches and leaves.

Among them, there were many people, no beings, around the most humble and unsightly hut.

Pointed ears and white skin.

Blunt nose and red lips.

Beautiful appearance that is impressed at the moment you see it.

The creatures that filled the forest were elves.

They sat on the ground, blindfolded, and accepted the routine of the forest into their bodies.

No, to be precise, I accepted the routine of the forest into my body and waited for someone.

Their minds lead straight to the primordial.

After a while.

Bait.

The door to the hut opens with the sound of a wooden wedge.

A woman appeared on the inside at the same time.

The identity of a woman who was neither human nor Elven, who had both sides, was Aelee Rheines, not Aelee Lancefield.

"What's going on?"

She takes a deep breath and asks in a low voice.

She focuses on Ficis' ritual and training according to the laws of the Elves.

Elves have been gathering around the camp since the ceremony was finalized a few days ago.

They wait for Aelys, not interfering with Ficis' consciousness.

How much time has passed.

Finally, Aelee completes her ritual and training, revealing herself outside the prison.

He approached with a slightly stiff expression and bowed his head.

"I found traces of them."

At that moment, there was a little blue on her beautiful face.

"If they…?"

"Yes. Dark Elves."

Raham nods.

She sighs for a moment.

'You've finally found it.'

The two eyes sank deeper.

Elves and Dark Elves.

The time has come to finish the evil story that has been passed down from the beginning of time.

"Where did you find it?"

She takes the forest routine into her body and asks in a low voice.

Raham whispered in a small voice.

"Two for now. One is in the northern Persian Kingdom......."

In the northern Persian Empire, it was quite far from the Grain Mountains where it currently resides.

Laham's eyes sparkle and glow.

"The other is in Blackburn, northwest of the Amaranth Kingdom."

Blackburn area.

It was not far away.

Moreover, Aelee and the Elves didn't know it, but it was also the Blackburn area where Roan currently resides.

She nods slowly.

"First, send some of the Elven Warriors to the northern region of the Persian Kingdom. The rest follow me to Blackburn."

"Yes, I understand."

As Abraham bowed his head, many elves stood up and bowed.

It was a salutation of admiration and admiration for Ficis.

She glances at them quietly and speaks in a loud but powerful voice.

"I intend to end my long war with the Dark Elves."

She takes a deep breath.

The forest's routine spread throughout the body through the scrap.

Aelee's gaze continues north.

At the end was the Blackburn area.

* * *

"Hahahaha! He's a very interesting fellow!"

"That's right! Hehehe."

"You haven't been to all the places in the world!"

The middle-aged men burst out laughing with a big wooden cup.

They raise their thumbs toward the young man sitting next to them.

He was a young man with a gentle and innocent impression.

"Indeed, even the king of Mediah is as bright as midnight."

He deliberately continued the story.

"Hehehe. I've heard rumors like that."

"The City of Light, the Castle of Light......."

"How can I sleep in the middle of the night when it's as bright as day?"

"Better for a drink and a walk."

The men raised their wooden glasses, one by one.

Cheap and bad beer was everywhere.

Ronan smashes his glass, emptying it in a heartbeat.

"Ugh!"

The thick trim comes up through the throat.

'The atmosphere is ripe.'

Roan puts down his wooden cup and smiles strangely.

A situation where men's vigilance is completely destroyed.

He steals the mouth with the back of his hand and takes it out in a gentle voice.

"Speaking of which, what was the procession in town? They say it's the Devil's March......."

Roan purposely blurs his words and examines the men's reactions.

By the way.

"Hmph. A march of demons is frozen to death."

"That's all a bunch of pussies made up."

Some men snorted.

Unexpected response.

Roan asked with a curious expression.

"Made that up?"

With a little luck, the men chatted aloud.

"What if they come to town and the girls disappear......."

"Yes, yes. Rumor has it that only unmarried virgins and little girls disappear."

I hear laughter everywhere.

Roan frowns.

"There's a reason for all these rumors, isn't there?"

Careful face and voice.

The men looked around for no reason, then replied with a small voice.

"Well……"

"Hmmm. Actually......."

I panted as if my mouth was bitter.

After a while, one of the guys said something behind my back.

"They're slave traders."

"Slave trader?"

You notice an unpleasant look on Roan's face.

The men nodded, clearing their throat.

"I sold my children in a house that's hard to live in. The big wagon is full of children being sold as slaves, and they're playing so weird to mask the children's cries."

"Demon marches, virgins disappearing, are rumors the village ladies have invented to frighten their children."

"I created a rumor that I don't want to wander near a slaver."

In fact, when slave traders visited the village, one or two of the kids they used to play with were sold out, and they could look like demons to them.

As Roan listens, he tilts his head.

Slave trader? Playing to cover the children's cries? '

It's a reasonable story.

But he couldn't shake the little doubt.

"Slave traders play the music of Dark Elves? '

I couldn't understand.

And even if they were slavers...

"Isn't slavery forbidden in the kingdom?"

It was included in the National Decree.

The men smiled bitterly, rethinking their mouths.

"That's right, but…"

"It's a choice for those who don't have the means to live right now."

"If you just hold her in your arms, you'll die and your child will die."

"Other regions are worth a fortune for war or something, but our Blackburn didn't have much war damage, so we didn't get paid." "

"Tax has increased significantly compared to that....... Tsk."

The men filled the wooden glasses with wine.

I had a stuffy and unpleasant look on my face.

I laughed and chatted for a while, but their lives weren't so good either.

"More taxes?"

Roan bends his head slightly and cautiously asks.

The expression is difficult to understand.

"Well……"

One of the guys is about to answer.

"The lord is using chi to impress the central powers."

You hear a sharp, sharp voice.

It was a woman of similar age as Roan.

Roan turns his head to find the protagonist of his voice.

At that moment, his eyes widened.

Warrior? '

A woman leaning against the tavern entrance.

He looked at the age of at most in his early twenties, but his leather clothes and breastplates were attached to his body.

Hair fell short on the shoulder and gave a strong impression of dark and beautiful eyebrows without a toilet.

She felt cooler than feeling pretty.

She glances at Roan and the men, tapping the huge sword on her waist.

The men sighed for a long time in her presence.

"Berin. What are you doing here?"

"Yes, you don't like coming to the tavern."

In response, the woman, Berin, whispered in a low, sunken voice.

"You said the demons were here. Where did it go?"

The men frowned horribly at the end of the conversation.

On the contrary, Roan quickly stepped in with both eyes flashing.

"Demons? They say they're slavers, not demons."

A voice that looks light and exciting somewhere.

Berrin grimaces at the tip of his nose, glancing at Roan's eyes.

"Slave trader? Huh. Did those cowards say that?"

She straightens her position with her left hand on the sword.

A cold light flowed into both eyes.

"They're not slave traders. They really are demons."

Scary to the end.

"Berin! Stop it. How long are you gonna keep spreading rumors like that?"

"You've got weird rumors going around town."

I heard men bruising.

Berrin turns his head to look at the men quietly.

Deep sunken eyes remind me of a life that cannot be hidden.

"I saw it clearly."

I squeezed my lips and a cool voice poured out.

"Well, what?"

Roan carefully asked, pretending to be scared for no reason.

Berrin turns his head back to look at Roan.

She whispered in a very small, small voice.

"They kidnapped the children......."

The story that followed was truly horrifying.

"Drawing blood."

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