I am the Monarch

"Hm, hmm, hmm." A hum of naturally flowed out. The sunshine was good and the wind was sweet. 'It's been a long time ... ... . ' There was no helmet to press his head, no armor to press his body. "OMG." Roan Lancephil was the young man who laughed and laughed. He was wearing an old, sloppy but clean suitcase instead of a red armor. Travias' Spear was cut into fingernails and put into a pocket. Slowly walking along a narrow and rugged road was as relaxing as walking. 'Hometown ... ... . ' I did not even see how many years I had visited my hometown. As soon as he was eighteen, he ran out of his hometown, Lar Village, and entered the Peterson Training Center while he was wandering around. After 20 years, the spearman was transferred to the end of the battlefield and returned to the past. It has been several years since. Roan, who was a spearman at the end, now became King of the Amaranth Kingdom. 'I wanted everyone to be cheerful ... ... . ' Opinions of Austin and Ian and others. But Roan did not want to do that. 'If the King's coming, I will not be able to talk deeply with the Village people ... ... . ' The opportunity to talk to each other and talk about how they have lived is gone. 'Anyway, I will become a king in time will know it naturally.' Until then, I just wanted to become Roan from the mountain village. For others, Roan was almost a 30-year return home. At this moment, the emotion felt was not so light. In the end, the various ministers had no choice but to discard their opinions. Instead, Amaranth Troop, or Roan's new Troop, reorganized as Amaranth Legionnaire Troop. Roan and Amaranth Legionnaire Troop headed back to the Valley of the West End Fief after being led by Chuck Eppes Baron shortly after arriving at Brunner Castle, the head of Epps Baron. Here, Roan quietly departed to the West Grain Mountains, with only 100 of the most skilled of the Amaranth Legionnaire Troop Circles. He ordered 900 Legionnaire Troop Circles and Chuck Eppes Baron to wait in Valley Castle. Thanks to that, I was able to enjoy the leisurely journey like now. 'Everyone is coming along well.' Roan gently pulled the five senses and measured their surroundings. In fact, 100 Legionnaires secretly escorted Roan, although they were not visible outside the dense bush. Roan is now one of the leaders of the nations, not a leader, though he wanted to leave them in the Valley Castle. It was time for myself to take care of myself. 'My hometowns only have to wait a minute and stay for a day and then I'll have to hurry back.' I could not enjoy this kind of room for a long time. There were still too many things to do. Roan stepped in little by little. The narrow, rugged road leads and continues to the depths of the Grain Mountains. Lar Village was out of the way. I was in a place like this where people would live. It was not a poor Village, though. It was an economically viable Village thanks to the good quality of the herbs, the beast leather, and the good quality timber. but. 'It is so oasis and deep in the Grain Mountains, so it's dark in the news ... ... . ' More than anything. 'Always exposed to the attack of monsters.' Roan laughed. I remembered the past that I did not want to think about. 'Parents also died because of the raids of monsters ... ... . ' It was a terrible thing that happened when Roan was ten years old. Since that day, Roan has been at the house of Bass, the village chief. Melly, the wife of Bass and Bass, looked after Roan like his own. Both of them had a sad memory that they lost their children when the monsters attacked. They wanted Roan to be a herb like them. But Roan's dream was settled from the day his parents died. 'I wanted to be a general, to combat monsters.' I wanted to defend the Village and Village people by defeating the monsters. But becoming a General was not easy. Eventually Roan died without fulfilling his dream. It was the result of the first life. 'But in this second life ... ... . ' When I thought about it, Roan's foot stopped. It's like a stone statue. The pupil trembled. I saw a stream running out of a thick forest. A small, tacky stream without a name. But where all the memories flow. It was a stream running in front of Lar Village. 'I finally arrived.' My hometown was right in front of me. After taking a breath, Roan took a slow pace. When I came closer to the stream, I saw women gathering in the water and washing their clothes or washing clothes. "Drink another drink yesterday ...." "But there you are ...." "I told my mother yesterday." The women shouted at each other as they raised their voices. Roan stood on the bottom of the stream and looked at it gently. Scenery where heart warms. The pupils trembled even more severely. At that time, the elderly lady whose voice was greatest later found Roan. "Who are you?" It looks like he is frowning at his head. With so many wars and battles, plus the practice of the Flamdor Mana Technique, Roan had a very subtle difference from his eighteenth appearance. I think it has changed more like a man. Of course, no one thought Roan would have popped out of his way, even though he had not been able to recognize it for years. Roan looked at himself and showed a bright smile toward a young woman with a long head. "Aunt Melly." Low calling. The elderly lady was Melly, the village headman who had taken care of Roan, who lost her parents, just like her son. "Well?" Melly stared slowly at Roan, who suddenly called his name, and then slowly rose from his seat. His fingers shook. Rumbling. She could not bear it, she dropped the bucket. Rounded eyes, slightly wavy lips. It was a surprised expression, a half-soulful expression. "Melly, why are you doing this?" "What's the matter, Melly?" The other ladies looked up at Melly. "Who do you know?" "I am also familiar with ..." They also frown on Roan. At that time, Roan leaned slightly and shouted in a loud voice. "I'm home." Melly started to run across the flume as the talk ended. with a splash! with a splash! The water splashed everywhere. She was wet, but she did not care. Melly shouted with both her arms in a groaning voice. "Roan !!!"   * * *   "Hahaha. Good, I did it well today." "If it's leather, it'll be pretty expensive." "Let's have a drink today." Five young men of solid body descended on a steep mountain road and laughed. In their hands, there was a gold mall, famous for its soft, colorful hair. "Vecail is the best hunt too." "If you listen to Vecail, you can make fun of a few of the least." "Lar Village is the best hunter." All of the young people were loud with a loud voice. The youngest man, who is the most dignified and in-house man among them, laughed and laughed. "I do not need to pop it up because I will pay for the drink today." He was Vecail, the best hunter in the Village. "It's Vecail, too." "In this mountain village, it is a terrible person to rot." Vecail, who walked before that, grasped his fist. "Of course, I'll leave this wicked Village right after my money, and I will be the general who goes out to the world and heads the world." "General ... I think it would be possible for you." "Well then, yes, it is possible. Take us with you when you leave." "Yes, we can not rot in these places." The young men stood up. Then one of them made a strange look. "Then I saw the General because I think that guy." "who?" The young men gleamed their eyebrows. The guy who pulled out the horse put up one side of his mouth. There was a sense of laughing. "Roan, Roan." "Ah, that bastard ......" "It was a guy who would be right for you if you were an irrational herb." The young men soon shook their heads with their tongue. "I have not been contacted since leaving Village, have not I?" "Yes, it was not just your worries about the mayor." "Hehehe. I wonder where I am ..." Vecail, who walked ahead of him, murmured into a small voice. "You're begging." There was a sense of ridicule as well. Everyone had bad feelings for Roan. It was not that bad between Roan and Village youth, including Vecail. The problem is that their pride is very strong. Originally, the hunters of Lar Village were more proud than the other herbivores and loggers. 'Village We, the best hunters, are not even able to go out into the world ... ... . ' Everyone's face was not good. "Roan, who had been in a rash, went off the Village as soon as he was 18 years old." My pride was bad. So when Roan's story came out, it was a bit of a wait. If it did not do it, it seemed to be a man less than Roan himself. "I will leave with a little more certainty ......" When Vecail's words came about. "Vecail!" A young man standing outside the fence ran his hand. Emerging expressions and voices. "Ello, what's going on?" Vecail frowned. Elo responded quickly, breathing gently. "Girl, the guy is back." At that end, a lot of young people stuck their heads. "guy?" "Who is this guy?" "Who are you talking about?" Vecail nods his head and strikes. Elo had a long breath and then replied with a loud voice. "Roan!"   * * *   It has been a long time since I have been together. Bass, the village headman, and Melly, the town's wife, as well as many grown-ups who watched Roan grow and grow up, scolded him. No, not only adults. Now all of my twenties have come up to my peers and raised their voices. Roan smiled brightly even when he was screaming. Laughter came out by itself. Village people were united. They were really worried about Roan. "Oh, this guy, you're laughing with your soul, huh?" Bass looked at Roan's face and laughed as if he had no words. "I'm still less confused." "Should I listen to the hawk for a long time?" The surrounding adults raised their voices. Then Melly came out and shook her hand. "Everybody stop it, if you told me that much, Roan would have got it, would not you, Roan?" A gentle voice. Roan nodded slowly. Melly looked at it and stroked Roan's head. "I hope you came back safely. That's it. She could not finish her speech. There was tears in the deep wrinkled eyes. Bass looked at his face and kicked his tongue. "Why are you crying in front of her?" I sat down with a small voice and looked straight into Roan's face. "Anyway, if you are healthy without injured, it is." He sat on the opposite seat. "Let's hear your story, how you've been doing now, how have you been? How are you doing these days? The question was poured out. All of the grown - ups were staring at Roan. The same goes for other people who came to hear Roan's return home. "that……." Roan opened the door carefully. Right then. "It looks like you've done a job just looking at it." I heard a voiceless voice. Some of the people who were surrounded by Roan retreated to the left and right. The young faces of familiar faces were exposed in the gap. At the moment Roan's soft, happy smile on his mouth was turned into a bitter smile. He rose from his seat and reached out to the young man who appeared before him. "Long time no see." A pretty voice. But the eyes were shining with strange light. "Vecail." A young man in a voiced voice, he was right Vecail. As soon as he heard Elo's story, he came to Roan. Vecail nodded, grabbing Roan's hand. "Eventually I knew I'd come back to this, Roan." I laugh at him. Roan laughed at his appearance. 'You are young.' I was attracted. Vecail looked intently into the inside. 'In my last life ... ... . ' There was a smile. 'I was hit by this guy.' Vecail. He was a friend or a traitor who betrayed Roan and stole Travias' Spear.