I am the Monarch

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"Haha. Really."

"Here we go again."

The men shake their heads emptying their glasses.

He had an unfair look on his face.

Berrin, on the other hand, was beaten.

"I saw it!"

A sharp voice fills the tavern.

Her eyes twinkle with the light of sadness and anger.

"Grace's heart in those devils' hands......."

Berrin bites his lower lip, leaving him speechless.

The men frowned.

"Berin. I know you and Grace were close. You don't understand that father sold Grace to a slaver. But we can't spread any crazy rumors like that."

"Okay, enough. Forget Grace. I'm sure he's eating well somewhere else."

There are some gruesome sounds.

Grace was only ten years old.

A good kid who followed Berin around like his sister who was alone without a family.

Berrin chases after Grace as she is sold to a slaver.

Being the best hunter in town, being fast on foot and agile, it wasn't hard to chase them down.

No, Ash, they were walking strangely back then.

"Them. He said he was a slaver, but instead of a big city in the east, he went into the West Gran Mountains. That's why I was able to chase them without being spotted."

One of the men shakes his head, kicking his tongue.

"That's why it's not easy to trade slavery after the Amaranth Kingdom was founded, so you moved your stronghold to the mountains."

"Well, well. It's not a situation where you can trade slavery in a city as big as the old Rhine Kingdom."

Another man confronts you.

Berrin shakes his head in frustration.

"That's not it. They're not slave traders. He built some kind of strange altar......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"Enough!"

"Yes, Verin, that's enough."

"I don't want to hear that nonsense."

"Drink up….."

The men frown and scream.

Berin glances at their faces quietly.

"What nonsense? You're going to regret this."

Small but cool voice.

His eyes were filled with unbearable anger.

"What?"

The men asked with a nonsense expression.

Berrin uttered one letter, one letter after another.

"Don't shed a tear after you lose a child."

Scary to the end.

"What, what?! This guy is really......."

"That's what you're calling it!"

The men stood up and shouted.

After staring at their faces, Berrin leaves the tavern.

Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the tavern became cooler.

"Aye, you little bitch."

"It's because I grew up without parents, so disrespectful, polite!"

The last words spilled.

As Roan watches the situation, he slowly moves and carries his luggage with him.

Seeing that, the men pounded the wooden cup.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Will you stop drinking?"

Roan shrugs with a grumpy expression.

"I'm out of booze."

The men nod, creaking their noses.

"That's right."

"Aye."

"Tsk."

Eventually, they too left the tavern after saying goodbye to each other.

Roan moves away from the men to a corner of town.

"Murray."

The low call immediately split the darkness and revealed Murray, who had remained beside him without tracking down the mysterious procession.

He quickly bows his head in reverence.

"A woman named Berin has gone west."

Murray gives Roan the answer he needs before he even asks.

Roan frowns, looking west.

Darkness was already settling around.

"You must have gone to the Altar..."

Then.

"But......."

Murray looks cautiously back.

"According to reports from the Amaranth Tactical Guards following the procession, the Mysterious procession also turns north and heads west towards the Grain Mountains."

"Hmm."

Roan spills a low tear.

Given the circumstances, it is likely that Berrin's story is true.

"I'll have to find that girl first."

Roan nods, smiling bluntly.

Murray once again places his manners and hides himself in the darkness.

As if he had waited, so had Roan.

He becomes a beam of light and disappears into the darkness.

Pablo!

The wind blows late.

The town settled down again.

* * *

"Trouble."

"It's getting harder and harder."

"It's hard this way."

The young men sat around the round table and had a serious conversation.

Their appearance was very strange.

The color of each other's hair, eyebrows, and eyes were completely different, as if they had been fitted on purpose.

Gold, Silver, Blue, Red.......

Even the clothes I was wearing were the same color as their hair, eyebrows and eyes.

The faces of the young people reminded me of the weariness and awkward look.

"Now that you've fallen asleep in the league..."

The golden-haired young man sighed a little nervously.

The red-haired young man nodded and annoyed with his hind voice.

"No matter how much we guard the perimeter gate, it doesn't matter if the middlemen do nothing."

The white-haired young man nodded.

"Kalian's right. I can't detect it accurately while guarding the perimeter gate, but I'm sensing repulsive and ugly energy all over the continent."

"That energy is weakening the seals that are blocking the perimeter doors. It interferes with our unity......."

A red-haired young man, Khalian, clenches his fist.

I felt like going out of the forest and turning the midfield upside down.

"I can't help it."

The golden haired young man looked at everyone's faces.

"Once this is over, I think one of us should get out of the world."

"Hmm."

All the young men burst into a low roar.

It was a difficult decision.

Silver-haired youngster cautiously spoke out.

"Three of my friends are already asleep. No, four in the league. Honestly, it's not easy to seal the gates of our borders with all our forces combined......."

He looked straight at the blonde boy.

"Do you mind if I skip one more?"

Everyone nods.

I felt worried.

However, the blonde man smiled faintly and said not to worry.

"I'm going to use Impensia magic."

Scary to the end.

"Impensia? You want to use Impensia magic?"

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"

The other young men shouted in surprise.

The blonde boy shakes his hands and calms them down.

"I don't have much of a life left anyway."

"But......."

Many young people did not easily speak.

At that moment, the white-haired young man opened his mouth with a sad expression.

"Europas. Who will lead us if you die?" "

It was because of the blonde boy, Europas, who had a strong tendency to work together.

He was an excellent leader and mediator.

At that point, Europas turned his head and looked at the young man with blue hair.

"Leave that to Vern. Vern will do great."

"Europas......."

The blue-haired young man, Ver, bites his lips with a mischievous look.

Europas smiles brightly to see if he didn't like the heavy atmosphere.

"There's no need to be so depressed. Everything has a birth and death in it. I just choose when to get lucky."

He turns his head to look at Calian.

"Kallian, you have to go out there for everyone."

"Me?"

Normally, Kalian was excluded from important missions because of his tenacious, hypertensive nature.

Europas nods.

"You're a hothead, but you're the best of us. I need you to get rid of those veils you're messing with with with with the Humans."

Soft, warm eyes.

It was a eyes full of trust.

Kalian nods without a word.

It was a request from Europas, but no one else.

I couldn't say no.

No, I didn't want to say no.

Moreover, what Europas said was true.

Calian was the one who did many activities in the middle and was best friends with humans.

"And Kalian......."

Europas calls out to Calian in a bold voice.

A little more serious than it has been so far.

Kalian listens with a nervous expression.

Europas spoke in a very small, discreet voice.

"If you go out into the world, you will be blessed by the Astrum..."

His story, no, the plea lasted a long time.

Calian nods, not to worry.

"I'll do you a favor."

"Thank you."

Europas takes a long breath with the expression that he's relieved of worries.

"Then everyone......."

He smiled brightly at his colleagues, or friends, for decades and centuries.

"I want the world."

That was the last thing Europas said.

* * *

Tadak, tadak.

A small fire burns red.

A dirty pot sits on top of the firewood.

Unknown food, soup or soup, is boiling in a bobble bowl, or even boiling.

A spoon as dirty as a pot stirs up an unidentified food.

"That's enough for me to eat."

A sharp voice.

The person stirring the spoon was Berrin, who left the tavern and disappeared to the west.

She looks satisfied, eating a strawberry brown soup.

It was satisfactory.

Only to her, of course.

It was time for Berin to raise his soup once more.

Crack!

As the bush split, the young man appeared with a soft and innocent impression.

Berrin picks up his bow, reflective.

Geez!

In the blink of an eye, an arrow caught in the protest.

The bow bends as hard as it breaks.

"Oh, oh, oh! Now, wait a minute!"

The young man came out of nowhere and fell to the ground, shaking his hands.

"Huh? You…?"

Then Berrin frowned as he lowered his bow.

"The lumberjack from the tavern?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm Roel, the chopper merchant."

On the ground, the young man who only slightly raised his head was Roan.

He lowers his bag to his side, sweeping his surprised chest.

"I thought I was going to die with an arrow in the object."

Roan shudders.

Berrin's eyes are still wide open and doubtful.

"What brings you all the way out here? How did you even find this place?"

His voice was sharp.

Your vigilance remains intact.

'This hut is known only to hunters.......'

Moreover, it was difficult to find it accidentally because it was built in a very secret place, avoiding monsters.

Roan shrugs as he approaches with a steady knee step.

"I got lost and wandered around looking for firewood."

"Lost and wandered?"

Berrin's face hardens.

"That's what's suspicious about it. What was the lumberjack doing poking around the Gran Mountains?"

It was a pretty sharp question.

Instead of answering, Roan smiles heavily and looks at the pot of boiling soup.

"Oh, I'm starving..."

He shudders, putting a spoon in the pot.

Immediately, you hear Berin's voice.

"Answer me first."

A voice that makes me feel alive.

However, Roan does not mind a big spoonful of soup.

"Let's start with filling your stomach."

Then I put a cold spoon in my mouth.

At that moment, a profoundly disgusting target pierced through the mouth, nose, heart, lungs, liver, stomach and Manahole.

Woof!

A situation where he vomited as long as he did not have patience built up by years of battlefield life and training.

Roan looks at Berrin, putting down his spoon.

I had an awkward smile on my mouth.

"No disrespect."

He folds his hands together and lowers his head slightly.

"Let's talk about this first."

The tail of my mouth trembled slightly.

'That soup, no poison, can't eat it even if it dies.'

I was cold sweating behind my back.

Berrin stares at him and eats a big mouthful of soup.

'Woof.'

Roan seems to be vomiting just by looking at it.

Berrin, on the other hand, devoured the poison without any sense of taste or smell.

She wipes the mouth of the soup with the back of her hand.

"Tell me. Why were you wandering the Grains?"

"Well……"

As Roan tries to speak, he suddenly shuts up.

His eyes move swiftly from side to side.

Roan shakes his head, smiling awkwardly.

"Maybe we should talk later."

In response, Berrin touched the pot with a spoon.

"Why? I want my special soup......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"No! Absolutely not!"

After an episodic response, Roan rises from his seat.

He looks around the hut and whispers in a small voice.

"Looks like there are other guests besides me."

"What?"

Berrin frowned and asked again, instinctively pulling the bow.

What, what? '

My skin was tingling.

Gulp.

I drooled on my own.

On the other hand, Roan looks confident and looks around.

My head and gaze turned to the west.

At the same time.

Pabba, Baba Bat!

The bush split open and the uninvited guests showed up.

After seeing the guests, Roan smiles faintly.

"Seeker."

That was the first time I saw them.

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