I am the Monarch

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The group that appeared beyond the hills of the Grains were Elven warriors, including Eilee Lancefield.

Roan Lancefield rushes forward and grabs Ailey's hand.

"What's going on?"

He asked with an excited voice in an unexpected encounter.

On the other hand, she grins faintly and strokes Roan's cheek.

"I missed you."

If we ever see each other again, the first thing I wanted to say.

"Ah......."

Later, Roan realizes what he's doing.

"I missed you, too."

He hugs her.

It was a little late, but I felt the depth of my heart towards her.

She enjoys the warmth of happiness in Roan's arms.

Western soldiers and elves gladly look at him.

There was the most beautiful and powerful couple in the world.

After a while, the long hug is over.

She takes a step back and looks at the miserable Morgolian Gorg.

"Who is it?"

At that point, Roan replied briefly.

"Gorg, General of the Black Legion."

That was all I knew.

She frowns.

"Black Legion......."

She rubs her red lips and approaches Gorg's corpse.

The lower torso was torn apart, but she didn't mind at all.

"Hmm."

A low wail comes from Aelee's mouth as she examines the corpse.

As Roan approaches, he cautiously asks in a small voice.

"What's the matter?"

She shakes her head with a slightly serious look.

"This person, this being, is not human."

"Not human?"

Roan frowns.

I asked again, but I kind of expected it.

'He was too big for humans.'

Aelys glances at Gorg's wounds and replies with a bold voice.

"Not exactly a pureblood. It's a hybrid. I'll have to look a little more closely, but it's like a human and an Ogre hybrid."

"Humans and Ogres......."

Roan sighs a long time.

A mixture of humans and monsters.

I have heard such rumors for a long time.

'But I heard that most hybrids are a hybrid of humans and Orcs.......'

I have never seen or heard of a human and ogre hybrid.

'The identity of the power was Ogre blood.'

Roan smiles bitterly.

Later, I realized what the word Gorg used to say as a human being meant.

He would have been proud to call himself a hybrid.

'If not, he was hurt badly.......'

Along the way, Aelys takes a short sigh as she wakes up.

"But that's not all. In addition to blending, there are other energies mixed in. It's so blurry and complicated, I can't figure it all out, but I can tell you one thing for sure."

Roan waits for the next word.

The eyes were filled with the light of trust.

Alien smiles faintly and speaks in the background.

"The energy of the Dark Elves is within this hybrid."

"Dark Elves......."

It was an unexpected thing to say again.

Roan glances at her quietly.

"I've met a Dark Elf before."

He also knew the relationship between the Elves and the Dark Elves.

She looks a little surprised.

"Did you meet him in Blackburn?"

"Yes, that's right."

Roan nods.

She takes another deep breath.

"So I see. In fact….."

She explains why she and the Elven Warriors appeared here in Infect.

"You were following the trail of Dark Elves in Blackburn?"

"Yes, but then I came here because I felt a lot of energy along with the noise. But......."

Aelee's gaze leads to Gorg's corpse.

"I never thought I'd find the Dark Elves' energy like this."

It was a bitter voice.

At that moment, Roan smiles bitterly.

"I think I found one of the other energies."

This time he examines Gorg's corpse in detail.

Your fingertips move along the wound.

Roan turns his head and looks at her.

"Among the many fuzzy energies, there is a shaman's energy."

"Shaman......?"

She frowns.

"But haven't they already been subdued?"

Carefully asked.

"Well……"

With a brief sigh, Roan unraveled the mysterious altars, shamans, and dark elves found in the mountains.

"Ah....... how can such a horrible thing happen......."

She sighs loudly and lets out a low sigh.

"What was the altar for?"

Unfortunately, nothing else came to mind.

No, it was hard to believe that the Dark Elves and Shamans held hands in the first place.

'The Dark Elves were also quite hostile to shamans.......'

She tilts her head back to the old information.

At that moment, you hear Roan's voice.

"I intend to examine Gorg's corpse in the Amaranth Alchemy Bureau, the Technical Bureau, and the Magic Kingdom."

The words blow away complex thoughts and give her a slight nod.

"I think that's a good idea. We'll send a few of our own."

A situation where you might find other information about the Dark Elves.

Roan nods, smiling bluntly.

"Let's go to the Western Headquarters first, shall we?"

"I think that would be great."

The Dark Elves of Blackburn must have washed their tracks and disappeared.

I didn't have to take a long walk.

Rather, it was important that we now share the information we have with Roan face-to-face.

Maybe they found something they were missing.

Roan sighs a long time.

'We should take a closer look at the memories of our past lives once we return to the Western Headquarters.'

Shaman, Dark Elf, Mysterious Altar, Black Legion.......

I had never experienced anything before in my life.

'It's not the future I knew.'

It was time to take a closer look at where it had gone wrong or whether he was missing something.

Roan turns his head to look at the Western soldiers.

He purposely smiles and raises his right hand.

"I'm returning to Western headquarters!"

Scary to the end.

"Waaaahhhh!"

A scream erupted.

The breeze blows.

It was a sticky, cool breeze that I didn't know where.

* * *

"The front is completely blocked!"

Romilly Horton calls out in a loud voice, pulling on his horse.

"Hard left rudder! Turn the horses south!"

Manus Persian follows you through the terrain and gives you an order.

The leading cavalry turns their heads in a bewilderment.

Two or two!

The hoof sounds noisy.

However, their sprint did not last for long.

"Saw, logs! The roads between the cliffs are blocked by logs!"

One of the vanguard shouts in a desperate voice.

"Damn it!"

Romills makes a mockery of himself.

I can't even remember what time it was.

I haven't been able to march very far since I entered the Melland region of the Estelle Kingdom.

"Lead shift! I'll take the lead!"

Manus takes the lead with the guards as he kicks his horse.

"Prince! It's dangerous. We don't know where she's watching us!"

Romils reaches Manus with an urgent look on his face.

Manus shakes his head, smiling faintly.

"If they wanted to kill you, they would've attacked you already. He wants to talk to you because he's opening up the way. By the way......."

He looks around and sticks his tongue out.

"Did you say Area Brits? What a remarkable woman."

In response, Romills and the nobles around him smiled bitterly.

What a woman.

I couldn't argue with that.

Area Brits.

She was the youngest daughter of the writer, Brights, a female general in the Eastern Kingdom who turned only thirty this year.

Despite her talents, she has committed to the military without joining the family because of her daughter, and has established several achievements. She has served as the head of the armed forces in Melland, the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom.

One of the many hidden talents that is not yet well known to the public.

In fact, Manus also thought that only the fox Fade Nail of the battlefield would be the person to watch out for in the Estelle Kingdom.

'You probably don't even know that Roan Lancefield.'

Manus assured himself.

Unfortunately, his thoughts were completely wrong.

In memory of his previous life, Roan has already identified three talents in the Eastern Kingdom to watch out for.

The fox fade nail of the battlefield.

Melland's Poisonous Spider Area Brits.

Black Shark Jeff.

Fade came out of the three first, and then Area began to gain fame.

At least until now, it has flowed according to Roan's expectations, or memories.

"There you are."

Manus, who was running earlier, slowly slows down.

Running along the only open road, a huge army emerges.

Along with the Eastern Imperial Army, a large flag shows great significance.

< Defenders of Melland. >

Area Brits has finally revealed herself.

"Is that Soo or a liquor store?"

Romills looks surprised to see the food that was prepared when he breathed in front of the army.

"You must be hungry. I can't believe I saw that first."

Manus glances over the table, smiling bloody.

A woman who sits alone in front of food.

Area Brits was the woman with big eyes, sleek jawline and red lips.

She folds her arms and twists one leg slightly, dressed in an outfit that doesn't match the battlefield.

I could see the confidence I couldn't hide from the big eyes.

Area raises her right hand to Manus.

"Prince Manus!"

A voice that greets you.

"Food's cold! Come on, sit down!"

It was a kind expression and attitude like an invitation to a meal.

"Well, never. It could have been poisoned."

Romills quickly shakes his hand.

The nobles nodded with the same expression.

Manus, on the other hand, relaxed.

"If you're going to kill me, you don't have to do it that complicated."

That was true.

The number of armed forces behind Area and the armed forces of Melland was many times greater than the number of troops following Manus.

"Well, that's..."

Romills and the nobles were no longer able to speak.

because he was also true.

Meanwhile, Manus takes off his helmet and armor and moves on in a simple outfit.

He sits across from Area with a very expressive face.

"Nice to meet you. Manus Persion."

A polite but not excessive greeting.

Area smiles brightly and extends her right hand.

"I am Area Britz, commander of the Royal Maland Defence Force."

It was very coarse.

Manus grins and grips Area's hand.

A light handshake followed.

No, I knew it.

By the way.

Hmm?

Manus looks at Area with a slightly startled look.

because her long, sweet fingers had been firmly wrapped around her hands.

Are you talking about a power struggle? '

It was completely unexpected.

Even Area was smiling as brightly as before.

Wood Duck.

His finger digs into the back of his hand.

It was truly a great power.

By this time, Manus could not stand still.

'Let's do it.'

He smiles deliberately and gives strength to his right hand.

Wood Duck.

A eerie sound echoes through the air.

A battle of tension.

Of course, the two of them still had relaxed expressions and smiles.

Glug glug!

An elongated table shivers in a handshake.

A situation where all the food can be spilled.

No, before that, one of the two could have been seriously injured.

Nevertheless, Area was never in a position to retreat.

'That's exactly what Romills said. She's a poisonous spider.'

Manus smiles bitterly and suddenly releases the power of his right hand.

Self-accepting defeat.

He didn't want to hurt her.

Area smiles strangely.

"Interesting."

She quickly reaches out and releases the hand she was holding.

At the same time, I raised my left hand slightly.

Immediately, a man in a burly robe from the rear approaches with a bottle of wine.

I couldn't get a good look at my face with my head off.

The man filled the glasses of Areas and Manus.

Area raises her glass and asks in a soft voice.

"Did you lose? Is it a concession?"

Manus shakes his head, raising his glass.

"Well, does it matter?"

At that, Area asked the question again.

"Was it taken? Is it a concession?"

It was omitted, but it was clear what it meant.

The Persian Empire.

Manus shrugs.

"I'd like to ask again. Do you think it was taken? Do you think it was a compromise?"

Area shakes her head, smiling.

"I don't know."

She quickly empties her glass.

Manus also emptied his glass behind him.

I wasn't worried about the poison.

'I don't think so.'

Manus believes his eyes.

Bloop.

The man holding the bottle filled the glass again.

The cup is full of Manus and Area.

And...

Bloop.

The man filled the empty glass next to him.

Weird behavior.

Hmm?

Manus glances at the man with a slight frown.

At that moment, the man lowers his bottle and smiles faintly.

"It doesn't matter whether it was taken or whether it was conceived."

A cheerful voice falls on the table.

Area looked at the man with an interesting look.

The man straightened out the strand of hair.

"If it's stolen, you can have it back, and if it's done, you can have it back." "

The hidden face slowly appeared.

"What matters now is not the Persian Empire."

Words you can't understand.

I felt a little empowered by my bold voice.

Manus looks a little surprised.

"Are you……?"

The man's face was very familiar.

The man soon bows his head to Manus.

"It's been a long time."

Man and Manus.

They were already connected.

The man raises his head again and looks Manus in the eye.

"Fade nails."

The man himself was Fade Nail, the nobleman of the Estelle Kingdom and renowned as the fox of the battlefield.

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