I am the Monarch

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"Damn it! Don't push it!"

The young general, Romills Horton, shouts as he slashes the Orcs rushing towards him.

But...

"Knng!"

"Grrrgh!"

The brave knights and soldiers fell without fail before the endless orc attacks.

"Die!"

Romills waves and sprinkles a longsword.

The blade shimmers with the light.

Squeak, squeak!

The orcs' throats were slit with a eerie sound.

But...

"Die, you vermin!"

"Die!"

There were too many Orcs.

The feet tangled and shoved against each other's backs.

They didn't stop beating half the men, half the men.

Besides...

"Don't forget us."

A group that sprinkles thin swords among Orcs.

Their arms and legs were cut off at the same time.

Romilly screams as he saves the soldiers with their heads cut off.

"Why do Dark Elves fight alongside Orcs!"

The battle cry echoes.

The Dark Elves were the ones who scattered thin swords among the Orcs.

Romills grips his teeth.

The eyes were filled with the light of disbelief.

'Elves, Dark Elves, and Elves must be the enemy outpost for the Orcs.'

They were incompatible with each other in the beginning.

Those beings were now attacking themselves in concert.

"That's the way the world works. Yesterday's enemy becomes today's comrade, today's comrade becomes tomorrow's enemy. Isn't that right?"

One of the Dark Elves grins and breaks her head.

I had a strong sense of ridicule and laughter.

"Knng!"

"Grrrgh!"

At the same time, you hear the screams of the soldiers around you.

Rrrrgh.

Romills grips his teeth.

'The retreat was blocked anyway.'

There's nowhere to run.

Besides...

'We must find Prince Manus.'

As the battle rages, the link between Manus Persian and the vanguard breaks.

Manus' situation is almost as urgent as they are in danger.

'We must live as much as the prince, even if we die.'

The body that swore an oath to die for Manus in the first place.

'There is no retreat.'

Romills takes a deep breath.

"We'll break through!" '

He slashes the Orcs in front of him and raises his longsword high.

"Charge the procession!"

When I gave the order, the knights and soldiers who struggled to resist gathered together in the shape of an awl.

The tip of the awl was the seat of Romills.

"We're through!"

Romilly grips his teeth and screams.

"Phew!"

The knights and soldiers responded with a resolute expression.

"Foolish humans."

The dark elves snore and draw their swords forward.

Then the crooked Orcs come forward swinging clubs and roads.

"We'll crush them."

"Leave it to us."

Greedy for majors.

It was very instinctive.

A cool, sharp aura shifts between Romills Horton and the Resistance, the Orcs and the Dark Elves.

The situation is not strange even if there is an upheaval right now.

Right then.

Paaaahhhh!

A white pillar rises from between them.

"Huff!"

Humans, Orcs, and Dark Elves all look surprised and turn their backs.

Spot!

The pillar of light disappeared quickly.

Everyone stared at the place where the pillar of light was rising with both eyes wide open.

But nothing was different from before.

"Well…"

The moment everyone tilted their heads.

Kuang!

Suddenly, a black pillar, or iron rod, falls from the sky.

Fuss.

The rubble rises from all sides.

"What the…?"

"What's all of a sudden?"

Humans, Orcs, and Dark Elves head up along the Black Iron Stick in a bewilderment.

The tip of my gaze shifted toward the sky.

Right then.

Spabababababat!

With a sharp wave of light, a black fuselage falls to the ground.

At the same time, the length of the iron rod that was stretched high in the sky decreased rapidly.

And finally.

Kuaaaaaaang!

A black fuselage descends to the ground with a loud bang.

"Huff!"

"What? What the hell?!"

Humans, Orcs, and Dark Elves all look surprised with their eyes wide open.

The black fuselage that fell from the sky was a human being.

He was also a very manly looking young man.

He bends his right knee and grabs a short iron rod with his right hand.

Keeping my head down was not easy to assess my appearance.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed dry saliva with a nervous look.

We don't know if it's an enemy or an ally yet.

Right then.

"Whew. That was close. I can't believe you're teleporting into the air."

A low voice breaks the silence of the battlefield.

The young man raised his head with a blurry smile.

Moment.

"Ah......."

Romills in front of him bursts his low elasticity.

You look so familiar.

He looks surprised with his eyes wide open.

"Ro, King Roan Lancefield?"

The young man, his identity, was Roan Lancefield, who, with the help of Calian, teleported to the Ebians region of the Persian kingdom.

He looks at Romills and nods slightly.

"It's been a while."

At the end of the sentence, Romills realizes the ceremony and quickly bows his head.

He took a deep breath as he looked at him.

"I'll say a proper hello later. For now......."

The head returns to the rear.

"I've got to get rid of these guys first."

Orcs and Dark Elves have come in full of gaze.

"Roan?" "Morale?"

They were familiar with the rumors about Roan.

I remembered the embarrassing look in my eyes.

Roan raises a strange look, pulling Travis' spear in front of his chest, the iron rod in his hand.

Suddenly, a choking sensation emanates from his body.

"Hiic!"

"Son of a bitch!!!"

The Orcs and the Dark Elves are seizing, shouting their weapons ahead of them.

Even with Roan, I didn't think I could overcome the overwhelming disparity in troops.

A complete misunderstanding.

They rushed towards Roan without being afraid of the one-day puppy.

"Hmph."

Roan smirks and falls to the ground.

At the same time.

Paaaahhhh!

A dark red flame rises from the spear of Travis.

The spear slams the ground as it cuts through the space.

Kuaaaaaaang!

A boulder rises with a spark.

At the same time, a deep wound was dug into the ground that was hard.

The Orcs that were rushing like wildfire turned to ash and scattered.

"Knng!"

"Ugh!"

"Ahhhh!"

Next to him, the fire devoured Orcs roll the floor screaming.

For a moment, the road was breached in front of Roan.

He whispers in a small voice, without even looking back at Romills and his group.

"Just look at my back and follow."

Reliable words.

Trustworthy words.

No, I couldn't believe it.

Romills and his troops grab their weapons tight and clasp them behind Roan's back.

Ta-ah!

You sprinkle Travis' spear as if he was waiting for you.

Kuang! Kuang! Kwaaaahhhhhh!

Every time, I flipped the boat upside down with a loud noise.

The Orcs and the Dark Elves rolled into ashes and flew or turned into a ball of fire.

"Damn it! Stop it!"

"Stop him with your body!"

They bite their teeth.

Even if he retreated like this, he would die for nothing.

'There is no mercy and no forgiveness for him.'

He doesn't tolerate failure. '

Eventually, I had to fight to the end.

Countermeasures have begun that reveal their lives.

But...

"Fools."

Roan rolls his feet lightly, bursting with cyanide.

Kuang!

The heavy sound echoes through the battlefield.

At the same time, a small blue figure appeared in a semi-circle, except for the rear end of the group.

"Hmm?" "Huh?"

The Dark Elves and Orcs stopped walking with a eerie, sinister feeling wrapped around their bodies.

Right then.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

A dark red flame rises from the ground.

"Blood, move!"

"Ahhhh!"

The Dark Elves and Orcs have fallen behind without avoiding the blazing fire beneath their feet.

Glug-ug-ug!

It reminded me of a similar hellfire.

The rising flame disappeared like a lie.

Likewise, the Orcs and Dark Elves who blocked my sight disappeared.

They all turned to ash.

Bloop.

A whiff of wind touches the battlefield.

The strange silence settles.

Gulp.

The Orcs and Dark Elves who stood in front swallowed all the soldiers who followed.

Roan, on the other hand, was still smiling blurrily.

"Let's go."

He strides forward once more, striking the ground.

"Oh, yes!"

Romills and his troops slowly regain consciousness and pursue.

The Orcs and Dark Elves who had barely saved their lives were far away from Roan.

No. Instead, as Roan gets closer, he backs away to the left and to the right.

Romills and his troops glanced at their eyes for no reason.

"Hehe."

The Orcs and the Dark Elves quickly ducked and avoided their gaze.

His eyes are filled with terror.

"Ah! This is the power of the self-disciplined Roan Lancefield. '

Romills was impressed.

The same was true of the Knights and Soldiers of the Battalion.

They saw Roan's back leaping one foot ahead of them and felt deep relief.

Right then.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

A pillar of dirt rises from beyond the hills with an enormous noise.

It was an enormous soil pillar I had never seen before.

* * *

"It's been a long time since the Regime."

Calian looks around and smiles brightly.

Regium was the largest and most prolific city on the continent as the archipelago of the Estia Empire.

Everywhere, the tall and colorful buildings were endlessly opened.

However, the Swift Clark beside him was distracted by his waist bending and nausea.

"Ugh. Ugh."

The sequelae of teleport magic.

Even the irrelevant Fields complained of dizziness, so it was natural that Sweets, the gatekeeper from birth, could not endure it.

"You're weak."

Kalyan taps Swift on the back.

A blurry red light flows along the palm of your hand.

Spilling Mana for a distressed Swift.

"Phew. I feel better now."

Swift smiles awkwardly, stealing his mouth with his sleeve, to see if it worked.

He quickly brings it to his attention that he's a little embarrassed.

"This is the Palace of the Ecliptic Regime. Let's go see the Duke of Boise, shall we?"

He smiled and pointed to the mansion in front of him.

"Found it."

A sarcastic look and voice.

Swift's awkward smile became darker.

"Ah......."

He can't find the right horse, so he just nods.

No, actually, Sweets was in a state of shock.

'The teleport magic itself is great, but the level of accuracy in the destination setting.......'

I didn't know much about magic, but I was confused about how difficult and impossible it was.

'Obviously, not everyone can be a representative of dragons.'

I was surprised by the look on my eyes.

"Shall we go in?"

Kalian nods at the mansion.

Swift hesitates with a puzzling expression.

"But the door is tightly closed."

As he said, the door to the Duke's mansion was sealed tightly.

Even the wall extending to both sides was so high that it was impossible to jump without a trained knight.

'It's heavily guarded.'

Swift sighs as he looks at the blades rising sharply above the fence.

'If it is true of the contents of the letter, it must be exaggerated.'

He nods in remembrance of the letter sent by the Duke of Boise.

Then Kalian, standing at the front door, extends his right palm forward.

Tuck.

The moment your palm touches the door.

Boom.

The enormously large and heavy front door falls behind like a lie.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, Swift opens his mouth.

On the other hand, Kalian shrugs, smiling widely.

"Looks like your hinges have worn off."

He makes some nonsense and then takes a loud step inside the mansion.

"Oh, oh, oh. Come with me!"

Swift wakes up late and quickly pursues.

However, the two steps were only a short distance away.

When they came through the entrance to the large garden entrance.

"Who are you?"

"Intruders!"

"The entrance is broken!"

"They're from the Holy See!"

The Duke's knights and heavily armed soldiers appear in droves.

How quickly the large garden was filled.

Knights and soldiers radiate a sharp life towards Calian and Swift.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding."

Swift quickly steps forward and shakes his hand.

"We sent letters from the Duke of Boissa......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"You don't have to talk like that."

Kalian steps forward again, this time reaching out his left hand.

The knights and soldiers frown at Calian's confident, relaxed appearance.

Just then, a faint smile appeared on Calian's mouth.

At the same time.

"Everyone sleep."

A soft voice squeezed out of my lips.

And...

Tuck. Tuck.

The knights and soldiers who put on heavy armor and shot a fierce snowflake suddenly collapsed.

When all the knights and soldiers who had filled the garden to the point of stuffiness collapsed, a cool breeze blazes through their ears.

"Huff!"

Swift looks startled and swallows up the wind.

Calian, on the other hand, still gives you a relaxed look.

"Kggggg."

"Rrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

The snoring sounds of the fallen knights and soldiers dig into your ears.

Kalian looks at Swift with his hands closed.

"Let's just say I'm tired of guarding the mansion, but let's just say I'm tired."

An eerie voice flows out.

He then waves his right hand lightly.

Kugu!

The entrance that seemed to have fallen off nicely returned to its original position and showed off its solid form.

Gulp.

Swift swallowed a dry dip in an enormous scene unfolded before his eyes.

On the other hand, Calian leaps in between the fallen knights and the soldiers as if he were out for a walk and heads towards the mansion.

"Ah!"

Swift wakes up late and hurries after him.

The two of them quickly arrived in front of the magnificent building inside the mansion.

The building was also tightly closed.

"Shall we go in?"

Callian smiles and asks.

Swift doesn't say that the door is closed.

because I saw with my own eyes what had just happened.

But I have something I want to ask you instead.

"I'm sorry......."

Very cautious and polite.

Kalian gives you a wide smile and a slight bend in his head.

Ask me anything.

Swift hesitates for a moment, then speaks in a more cautious and respectful voice.

"You're a representative of the dragons, right?"

My eyes trembled.

"Are you the proxy?"

Again, the question followed.

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

'No way....... No way. No, no, no. I don't think so.'

I tried hard to erase the family that filled my head.

Kalian shrugs, smiling, wondering if he knew what Swift was thinking.

"I don't know. Hehe."

The strange laughter continues for a long time, leaving a lull.

"Ah......."

The swift twists with low elasticity.

Somehow, it felt like he was right.

Right then.

Boom!

The door to the building that was tightly closed opened.

And...

"Welcome."

A polite voice flowed out, unlike I expected.

The protagonist of his voice was an elderly man.

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