I am the Monarch

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"I'm sorry."

Nathan, commander of the Amaranth Stage, lowers his head slightly.

"We should have rushed it a little sooner......."

His face was full of sad colors.

"It's not your fault."

Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

At the same time, two eyes sank deeper into the forest.

"It smells disgusting. No, it's me."

Berrin, standing next to Roan, frowns.

I tickled the tip of my nose with disgusting rot.

Nathan's report continues.

"I managed to follow the mysterious procession into the Grain Mountains. However, the road in the mountains was so rough and tricky, and their appearance and intelligence suddenly disappeared for some reason. The Taoists did their best to find the altar here, but as you can see, it was already destroyed."

He bows once more.

Roan nods slowly.

Like Nathan said, the forest is littered with rubble and rubble.

Moreover, the stones and trees glistened together in a dark red glow.

That was the source of the disgusting and ugly odor.

'Blood. That's a lot of blood, too.'

Roan closes his eyes.

The heat went up to my throat.

It was anger.

"The Dark Elves, called the Aricans, say that the altars and rituals'

I didn't know what was right yet, but an unpleasant and horrible imagination filled my head.

'Mr. Berin said he saw slave traders ripping out the heart of a village child.......'

All of them turn back engaged like cogs.

Roan opens his closed eyes.

Deep in your eyes, a red light flashes.

'The ritual of sacrificing people was broken.'

I didn't know what the ritual was for yet.

Roan spills Mana in both eyes.

My eyes turned golden.

'Indeed....... Mana flow is artificial.'

Roan focuses more on Calian's tears and looks closely and carefully at the mountain pass and the altar.

The altar was destroyed and the surrounding Mana flow was returning to normal, so we needed to hurry.

'You installed something around the clearing and at the entrance.'

Roan steps toward the place where Mana moves like she can't stay.

Moment.

"Hmm."

Low tears came from his mouth.

'Why are you here.......'

Unexpected circumstances.

Roan's face stiffens slightly.

'This is definitely a sign of magic.'

Mana's irregular flow in certain places was due to the power of magic.

'You were careless.'

Roan grips his teeth.

I thought the death of the shaman Master Hessel had destroyed all the weak shamans in the realm.

No, even if he had survived, he would have died or fled abroad.

'I never thought I'd be doing such a terrible thing in the depths of the kingdom.'

I was angry.

Not to the shaman, not to yourself.

But what was even more frustrating was that there was no information such as the location or trend of the other shamans in Roan's memories.

'We need to actively utilize Agents and Abnegation.'

Roan turns his head and looks back at the altar.

To see if there are any other traces.

However, there were no traces of magic found around the altar.

Instead, there were traces of magic presumed to have been used to blow up the altar.

'The explosion may have washed away the traces of magic.'

Roan opened up several possibilities.

"There's nothing left to help."

He lets out a short, muttering breath.

"Nathan."

Nathan approaches and bows his head when he calls out.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Roan looks at the wreckage of the altar and gives you a small voice.

"Build a grave by clearing the altar. I will comfort the hearts of the victims."

"W. I will take my orders."

Nathan sends a call with an answer.

The Amaranth Army quickly approaches the altar.

In the meantime, Roan approaches Berrin, standing still.

"Mr. Verine. Are you okay?"

Berrin looks furious at the sound of a soft burial.

He lowers his head, ignoring the actions of Nathan and the Amaranth Taoists.

"Your Majesty. Forgive us our trespasses."

At that, Roan shakes his head.

"I did the dedication. They approached us with their identities hidden."

He glances at the altar.

"It's a terrible memory, but can I hear the story of that Grace?"

"Ah......."

Berrin slumps with a low sigh.

She was also a hunter, so she knew what the red marks were on the altar debris.

Berrin shakes his head and opens his mouth slowly.

"It's nothing. When I heard that Grace had been sold to slave traders......."

The content was really simple.

That's all Berrin talked about at the tavern.

Those who pretended to be slave traders killed Grace, took out her heart and disappeared deep into the mountains.

Berrin, who had bright eyes in the nearby terrain, quickly set out in pursuit, but their appearance disappeared everywhere.

'Cause of the spell.'

Roan glances at Berin quietly.

"Mr. Verine."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Berrin strangles his head without even knowing it.

It wasn't because of the pressure.

Soft majesty that gently envelops the entire body.

She bows her head because she wants to.

"I admire your talent. Can you use that gift for the kingdoms of Amaranth and the people of the kingdom?"

"Ash, talent? Me?"

Berrin looks a little surprised.

Of course, it was true that he was the first hunter in town.

But for a woman who had never been out into a wider world, she had no idea how powerful her talents were.

Roan nods silently.

Berrin grits his lips.

After a while.

"Are those guys who built that hideous, ugly altar still alive?"

Roan nods once more.

Berrin clenches his fist.

"With the king, can I crush those scum with my own hands?"

"Of course."

Roan replied briefly.

Berrin's face brightens.

No worries.

She nods without hesitation.

"Then you're welcome to spend as much of my talents as you want. I don't want any more victims like Grace."

"That's a great idea."

Roan smiles blurrily.

He looks directly into Berrin's eyes.

"Then come with me to Longport Castle in the Infect region."

"Longport Castle in Infect……"

It was further south than it is now.

It was also the home of Simon and the shamans during the succession war.

"Harrison is now Lord and Commander of the Western Army. '

Roan was going to introduce her to Harrison.

'Harrison could take Mr. Berin to the next level.'

Harrison didn't settle for reality believing in his talents.

He did not save his efforts to improve and develop his bow and arrow, as well as his training in Mana.

In addition, he combined the archery of each country together to create his own new archery.

'You said you were focusing on building Renault Tower and the Magic Palace these days.'

Harrison wasn't just a genius.

A working genius.

He would certainly be a good teacher for Berin.

And...

'I'm sure Mr. Berin will be as good an archer as Harrison.'

Roan, no. As far as the Amaranth realm is concerned, we get the longevity we need.

Several plans came to mind.

Then.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

Nathan approaches and bows.

You cleared the debris from the altar and cut down a nearby tree to make a humble but firm grave.

Roan lowers his head, removing simple food from his luggage.

All of Amaranth's Taoists, including Berin, followed suit.

There was a deep silence.

'I could not protect you.'

Everyone said they would make a good country to live in, but they didn't.

Ugh.

I clenched my fist.

I gripped my teeth.

'I'll try a little harder. No....... "

It was not enough to say and commit to trying anymore.

'I will do well.'

I realized I don't just have to try, I have to do much better than I do now.

At this very moment, the people of the kingdom are spending every day risking their lives.

Asking them to wait while I try is like a cruel order to hang on to their deaths.

"Whew."

Roan sighs a long time.

He looks back at Nathan and his soldiers and gives orders in a loud voice.

"We go to Longport Castle."

"Yes, I understand."

The answer was clear.

Actions were faster than that.

The stages of Roan, Berin and Amaranth left the Gran Mountains and headed south towards the Infec region.

Two days after they left the altar in the mountains.

"I'm sure he was here."

A red-haired young man appeared with a familiar voice.

It was Callian.

He smiles strangely at the tomb made by the Amaranth Tavern.

"Looks like they buried the wreckage from the altar. You're a pretty good one. That guy, Roan."

Fields, who was beside the horse, bows his head.

"Yes, Great One."

He has been using the name Extremely since he learned of Khalian's true identity as the Red Dragon.

Kalian doesn't like it.

"I told you not to say that you're great."

"But how dare you speak to the dragon......."

About that time, Kalian whispers in his face, "I can't."

"You want me to jump?"

"Ah......."

Phil couldn't find anything to say.

Callian smiles as he looks at her.

"Just call me Kalian."

"Yes, I understand. Great....... Kalian."

Phil smiles awkwardly.

Kalian looks back at the void with a satisfied expression.

"Hmm."

A low roar came out.

'It's much worse than I thought.'

Things were not as good as I expected

'That's why even if we hang them all, the seals get weaker.'

The taste was bitter.

Kalian's eyes turn red.

At that moment, the landscape changed before my eyes.

The blurry remnants rush into the red tide.

'It's been a long time since the memories of the place have been blurred a lot.'

What was clearly visible was a remnant of the last remaining Roan, Berin and Amaranth Tactical Guards.

Then.

Hmm?

Kalian frowns.

I found traces I didn't want to see among the blurred clouds.

"Whew."

He takes a short breath and looks at Fields.

"Fields."

"Yes, Kalian."

Fields, who was looking around, came up with an answer.

Khalian smiles faintly and speaks in hindsight.

"I have somewhere I need to be before I go to meet Roan Lancefield."

"Where is it?"

Phil asked carefully.

Kalian grins and extends his right hand.

Phil grins awkwardly and holds his hand.

Moment.

Pa!

A pillar of light rises.

Once again, teleport magic has unfolded.

"Ugh."

Phil's eyes are tightly closed and he has a short drool.

I have already experienced teleport magic once, but it was difficult to adapt.

My head is pounding and vomiting rises.

"You can open your eyes now."

You hear Kalian's voice in your ears.

Phil presses his greasy head and carefully opens his eyes.

"Ah......."

Suddenly, a low elasticity burst out.

The mountain landscape that was humid and frustrating disappeared everywhere.

Instead, an enormously high, large and spacious space appeared.

But Fields was surprised not only by the size of the space.

'Bo, jewelry? Gold or treasure?'

I didn't say it easily.

Only the two eyes move around busy.

The vast and vast space was full of all kinds of treasures.

"Surprised?"

Phil nods at Callian's question.

The moment you take a step without thinking.

Glug-ug-ug!

The treasure collapses with a sound that sounds good to hear.

No, the treasure's collapsed.

Phil looks at Calian.

"Stop, can't this be......?"

Calian nods, even though he can't finish his horse.

"That's right. This is the Dragon Leh."

He spread his arms wide.

"It must have been centuries since humans entered Dragon Rare."

Gulp.

Phil swallowed a dry needle.

He looks inside the rare and carefully asks.

"So this is Khalian's rare place?"

Callian shakes his head, smiling bitterly.

He whispered in a small voice, looking at the space where the owner was supposed to be.

"No. The owner of this place is different. I thought you were sleeping, but you weren't."

It was a moment of bad feeling.

Phil once again cautiously asks.

"And whose rare is that?"

Kalian gives a short answer, as if to spit it out.

"Black Dragon Lunak."

Phil opens his eyes and screams, terrified to the end of the horse.

The frightened voice fills the room.

"Light Dragon!!!!!!!!!"

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