I am the Monarch

It 's too bad, you can not handle the empty border ......." Guy Lamonte Viscount of Istel Kingdom shook his head again. A few years ago, Guy met secretly with Noel Kyword Baron of the Byron Kingdom as a representative of Istel Kingdom, and concluded the alliance. At that time Byron Kingdom and Istel Kingdom joined forces to attack Pershion Kingdom, but rather was defeated by 2nd Prince Manus Pershion. Until then, Guy, who was among the youngest nobles, had been in charge of defeat for a long time. Fortunately, Peid Nail once again took power, and Guy could become a key figure in Kingdom. "I do not want to be greedy, Roan Lancephil is not a fussy person." It was Peid Nail Viscount. The person who had been noble in the major who retreated his original troops in the war against Rinse Kingdom last time. It was also called Battlefield's Fox in my last life. He shook his head as he looked west. "You can not make a stupid mistake again." It was the eastern border of Rinse Kingdom. Guy tied up next to Peid and whispered in a small voice. "Roan Lancephil, however, has been honest in his mind, although Rinse Kingdom is in the middle and south of the Rinse Kingdom, whereas the North Rinse Kingdom was a step away from the war, Thanks to all of the troops, I have more power than I thought, and I am adding strength to the Estien Empire Army, led by Mills Voiza. " His words got a little faster. "If you add strength to the Byron Kingdom and our Istel Kingdom, you will not be able to hold on to Roan Lancephil." It was certainly a reasonable statement. Nevertheless, Peid shook his head with a gentle expression. "Lamonte Viscount. Obviously you are right, but I do not like it for some reason." My head and eyes were back. Two pupils headed to one of the many troops involved in the rear. 'Count Nuns of Lancephil said .......' Nuns. Viscount He was one of six talents called Lancephil's Future, later with Swift, who persuaded Heath Potter to join the Roan camp. He was accompanied by the Istel Kingdom army, who should have seen the administrative work remaining in the original Count Lancephil command. "Are you looking at the author again?" Guy looked at Peid's eyes and turned his head. He did not like the Nuns much. On the other hand, Peid 's eyes were admired. "I decided to go to Roan Lancephil, not North Rinse Kingdom, to persuade that Nuns." It was a surprise. Byron Kingdom and Istel Kingdom had already been known to have clashed with Clay. However, in the mouth of the Commander-in-Chief who led the army of Istel Kingdom, a strange story was flowing. Guy sighed shortly. "It's not yet, and it's the decision that comes after Rinse Kingdom's return to contact with Roan Lancephil." A figure that clearly draws a line. Peid, however, made no sound at all. "Is not that great?" "Yes? What is it?" Guy frowned over his forehead. At that point, Peid still looked at Nuns and replied with a small voice. "That Nuns, Count Lancephil, is in charge of administrative work, and he has five more siblings, but he is the least competent when compared to them." "It will be a humble voice." Guy shook his head with a smile. It was true that Nuns did not like it, but he had no choice but to acknowledge his ability. I did not want to believe that such a Nuns was actually a terminal administrator, and that he was the least capable of many of his colleagues. 'If that's true, Count Lancephil's power is equal to a country.' Guy shook his head. My head was complicated. Right then. "Well?" On the west Rinse Kingdom border, a horse ran quickly. Guy 's facial expression brightened. "The information source is back." "i See." Peid looked at the west from the Nuns. An intelligence source with a solid gunma ran like a fleet and reached the nose. "I'd like to meet Commander-in-Chief." The intelligence officer quickly fell from the horse and knelt on one knee. "What about the situation?" When Peid asked in a low voice, the source quickly answered with bowed. "The Lancephil Fief Army captured five fortifications and one major fief in North Rinse Kingdom within ten days of the war." "What?!" Guy frowned, as if it were an unexpected report. "Is it clear that the content of the North Rinse Kingdom Lancephil Fief Army is not even half the level?" At that point the source nodded gently. "It is true, but the report is clear: the North Rinse Kingdom is not a member of the Lancephil Fief Army, and even the Rinse Kingdom, as well as some Fiefs of the North Rinse Kingdom, have declared the support of Roan Lancephil." "Great, taking out the support of the people of the Kingdom while carrying out the war." Peid admired and touched his tongue. Guy, on the other hand, still finds it hard to believe. "Perhaps you would have been distracted by the North Rinse Kingdom, or else this one-sided result could not have come out." The source nodded. "Yes, there were certainly those opinions, but ......." He smiled awkwardly and blurred. "But?" Guy was restless. The source replied with a small voice, swallowing the dry spit. "I heard news just before crossing the border that Esthe Empire 's Viscount headed the Empire Army with 3,000 and went on to McGinley Fief ......." "Right! I thought I was going to do it right now." Guy broke the horse, clapped his hands and liked it. The face of the intelligence agent was hardened by the appearance. He gave a brief sigh and said the end. "Roan Lancephil's strategy was to rush out, but Heather Myers Viscount died and Myers Corps retreated after nearly 20,000 casualties." "Ah......." Guy, who smiled brightly and liked it, opened his mouth and burst into the stomach instead of the stomach. Now, I was so nervous that I was not surprised. Peid, on the other hand, nodded, grinning as if it was natural. "Yes, I did my best. "Yes." The intelligence agent responded briefly, then hurried to hide behind his back. Until then, Guy, who was opening his mouth with a soulful expression, seemed to be unbelievable. "How can this be?" At that point, Peid answered briefly. "It's Roan Lancephil." "Uh." Guy nodded with patience. At this point, he had to admit that too. Peid asked in a small voice. "What do you think you should do with North Rinse Kingdom rather than Roan Lancephil?" A questionable question. Guy shook his head, laughing awkwardly. "No, Nay Viscount was right," said Roan Lancephil, "which is a must-have, and it would be much better to accept his offer than fight him." "I think so too." Peid nodded. "It would be much better to get Rinse Kingdom forgiven the war reparations and return the lands of our Kingdom that they bought in condition of fighting with Roan Lancephil." Guy nodded silently. Everything was decided. Peid laughed faintly and said in a spiteful voice. "Then, let's cross the border." At that end, Guy burst into laughter. "I must have a smoke that I have never done before." At the same time, the Istel Kingdom army, led by Peid and Guy, began their march. The goal is Rinse Kingdom. The first appearance looked like that.   * * *   "The army of the army was destroyed! Urgent reporting. "I have already sent the Fort Troop of Huguin." Tell Austin, "Send Captain Walter to Mount Pilton." A cool look. A soft voice. Ian Phillips was calm, calm and relaxed in the midst of a fierce battle. "Char!" The soldier who raped the report suddenly laughed and returned to his army camp. Not only that. There were countless reports from both the middle and homies, as well as from the rearranged group, but Ian was not at a bit confused as to whether he was clearly recognizing the entire battlefield from his seat. Even before the soldiers reported, they had already taken a step or two before taking proper action. Thanks to this, the battle was being developed very smoothly and effortlessly. "Great." Viscount Heath Potter, who was in the middle of a break, was tonguing his tongue. Yonsei came out spontaneously. Ian was a monster when he saw it. 'It's more of a monster than Pierce, Brian, Harrison, Walter.' The power of your leader was really great, but it was not possible to deal with more than one Troop and two Troop. But Ian seemed to be playing with one of the enemy Corps in the seat. At that time, Ian, who just gave the new instructions, smiled faintly as he turned to Heath. "There are really great people apart." There was a light of admiration on the face of the child. Heath raised his eyebrows slightly as if he were who he was. Ian turned his head and looked into the front where the battle was taking place. It was too far away to be able to gauge it, but every now and then the tense momentum sounded to puke. "The lord is really great." I was proud of my voice. "He is on strategy and tactics. No ..." The pupil trembled. "He is on the battle and the war." Heath screamed and nodded. "Well, I can not agree with that." His gaze followed Ian to the battlefield. Eyes with awe. Roan was where Ian and Heath's eyes stayed. Quaaaanang! The ground ran out with the roar. At the same time, a flaming fire. "Blood, damage!" "Damn it!" The Liberian soldiers flew from side to side to avoid the fire. Moment. "Get away!" Amaranth Troop, wearing a red armor with eagle, showed up. The sword and the spear roots look intense between flames and flames. "Shut up!" "Ugh!" The soldiers of the Liberation Army fell down without seeing any resistance. Then the rear soldiers poured arrows toward Roan. The Lincephil Fief Army was the most difficult Rinse Liberation Army Corps to entertain. "Listen to Parma!" "Char!" The nearby Amaranth Troop soldiers quickly put a small shield over their heads. Roan, on the other hand, snorted and waved Travias' Spear. Compose! A tent of fire spread over his head. This profit this! The arrows flying in the air with a good momentum burst into flames and vanished with smoke. Roan's eyes swept the enemy's rear. There were army soldiers breathing in front of the infantry. 'I'll have to deal with those guys once.' Roan laughed and kicked his skull. A gruesome charge. "Stop!" "Do not pierce!" The infantry was tightly packed to keep the ranks in order. It's not easy for Roan to break through them at once. Even so, Roan kicked out more vulgarly. Two heads, two heads! Gunma ran like crazy. "uh?" "Are you just thinking about it?" "Is not it crazy?" Rinse Liberation Army troops squinted and spit out their disgust. On the other hand, the Amaranth Troopers did not care at all and concentrated on what they had to do. For them Roan was beyond human categories anyway. Roan and Guma were in front of the Rinse Liberation Army infantry. gulp. All the infantrymen swallowed the dry spit and struck each other. Expression of will to never back down. Right then. Spot! Roan and Gunma, which were fiercely rushed, disappeared. "......?" The nervous infantry, like a ghost, circled the eyes of Roan, who vanished like the wind. I could not see Roan anywhere, even if I looked at the sky and the ground, "Where the hell does it go ......." When a soldier suffers a spate of grief. Pat! Roan and Gunma appeared at the back of the infantry with gusts. "Huh!" "As is Roan!" "It's Wargod!" The archers, who had been breathing leisurely, screamed and screamed at Roan, who appeared before them. 'Blink's power is getting better and better.' That's why Roan was able to break through the infantry at once. It was thanks to Blink magic using Brent's ring. Roan smiled faintly and twisted his wrist. Hooray! Travias' Spear followed the fire. Spa Babat! Every time a spear danced, there was a flame. Whenever there was a flame, the arches disappeared as a black ash. It was the annihilation of the Rinse Liberation Army cavalry, which afflicted the Lancephil Fief Army.   * * *   Yes. The pen was broken. "Hmm, well." "Uh." Surrounding commanders swallowed or panted with a little surprised expression. It was Clay who broke the pen. Stiff hard look. However, the mouth tongue gently rises up. The eyes, which were small enough not to see the original pupil, became smaller. "I think the pen is old." He picked up the crumbs of the pen that had been grasping the nurses and turned his head. At the end of the line of sight there was a soldier of a disgusting man. "Tell me again." A soft and calm voice as usual. But the surrounding commander as well as the disgusting clueless soldiers knew that Clay's enthusiasm was burning black. The soldier smiled and opened his mouth. "Rinse Liberation Army First Vanguard, who came out to intercept the Lancephil Fief Army, is fighting in Chroma Field, Kanu Den Plains, Beaches Fief ......." He picked his breath for a while and then left behind. "We were all defeated at the end of the fight." "Uh." All of the commanders broke down. I listened twice in succession, but I could not adapt. I did not anticipate this loss report at all. It was because of this report that Broay had broken the pen holder he had been working on. Clay Jae-jae means unexpected defeat. Of course I insisted that the pen was old. Clay smiled faintly, knocking on his chin with his fingertips. "Did you really lose at the end of the fight?" "Yeah? He, it ......." The soldier hesitated a few unexpected questions. Clay's eyes were sharp and sharp. "Anyway, a few days later, the official report will come up. "That's the fact ......." The soldier looked at the various commanders for a while and replied with a small voice. "The enemy seemed to know everything we do and how we act," he said. It was a more gruesome report than I had just seen. The commanders' faces hardened. 'Lancephil Fief Army is much stronger than I thought.' 'It's dangerous to put Roan Lancephil in enemy too.' 'Do you want to attack the Lancephil Fief Army now?' The impure thoughts flourished. Clay stared at the soldier who raised the casual report despite the agitation of the various commanders. "Are you sure the aliens moved as I directed them?" I wanted to ask if I was indulging in the battle. The soldier shook his head with a firm, hard look. "They all moved as directed ......." "Okay, go away." Clay waved his hand and broke the soldier. I did not want to hear it to the end. The soldier hurried to his head and looked down at the door. Then Clay, sitting back to his original seat, pulled out a new pen and snapped. "Ah, who was the gunman of the Lancephil Fief Army?" At that point, the soldier who was in the commander 's room turned around and answered with a low voice. "Count Phillips's eldest son Ian." "Yeah, I said Ian Phillips, okay. Clay smiled faintly and shook his hand again. thud. The soldier disappeared out of the commander 's room with a blunt sound. Several commanders did not even talk about it, but Clay's eyes only. 'Clay Supreme Commander will have a way.' 'Clay Supreme Commander is a confident person in everything.' 'Duke Webster, who died, was the man who led North Rinse Kingdom. What would that be? " Everyone hung on Clay only. Clay knew the expectations of those commanders. Normally, they would laugh brightly at this point and relieve them. But it was not now. 'There was someone in Rinse Kingdom that was comparable to me .......' Even though Rinse Liberation Army 1st Gen was not its main force, I thought it would be a fairly equal fight. In addition, the primary goal is to lure the Lancephil Fief Army into the main battlefield, the Newark Fief. It means that there was no plan to fight aggressively enough to make it into a total kill. 'You collapsed the Corps who had a desire to retreat from the beginning?' A situation that I can never see. 'Ian Phillips .......' There was nothing that came to my mind when I rummaged through my memory. At the very least, he is the eldest son of Count Phillips, and he has been rumored to be a talented person since he was at Tron Academy. 'I thought it was Greenhorn from academy, but ...' It was a completely wrong judgment. "phew." Clay had a long breath. I could not be worried. Mills Voiza, who could not wait any longer, broke the silence. "Clay Supreme Commander." Low calling. Clay turned his head and looked at Mills. There was a smiling smile on his mouth. "Do not worry, Lancephil Fief Army has a good military look." Some of the commanders trembled at the end. "Ian was a rumor that he was a genius at Royal Capital Miller." "How do you deal with such a guy?" Everyone nodded with anxious expression. Clay rose from the table with both arms in the table. He looked around the various commanders, including Mills, and replied with a loud voice. "I will go." Everyone opened their eyes in a moment. "He, is that ...?" The commanders seemed to believe it was hard to believe. Clay nodded slowly. "I will lead the Liberation Army II and I will cut off Roan Lancephil's neck." Declaration of participation. It was Clay '