I am the Monarch

silence. No one opened his mouth. No, I could not open it. Everyone looked at Roan Lancephil with his eyes round. In a very short time, too many unbelievable things happened. Roan alone burned ten ogres, the ones called Amaranth Legionnaire Troop appeared and killed the Goblins, and Roan himself declared himself a monarch of the land. The people of Lar Village swallowed the dried saliva with a soulful look. 'Old, monarch?' 'king?' I could not figure out how to respond. General, even General, would have been happy to applaud. If I had achieved my dream, I would have greatly praised it. But Roan became a sovereign, not a General. It also became a founding tribe that established a new Kingdom. What I never dared imagine. No, honestly, it was still unbelievable. "Is that really true?" Bass, who was hiding behind Moko, appeared out of the open space. Melly followed him. Roan laughed brightly and nodded. "It's all true." A soft voice. "I do not lie." There was no lie in eyes and facial expressions. Bass and Melly, who watched and watched from the time Roan was born until the age of eighteen, knew that everything was true. The two of them kneel before Roan. "Lung, Your Majesty." His voice trembled. Roan raised Bass and Melly in a startled look. "I did not tell you to do this." There was a wry smile on his face. "Ha, but ooh, we are not dare we dare ......." Bass smiled awkwardly without even doing this. Roan whispered in a small voice. "I am Roan, I am not a different person." "I am a Roan, a bear, a soldier, a general, a monarch." He grabbed Bass and Melly's hands gently. "Your grace has not always been forgotten. Your parents died, and you took me who was orphaned. It is a difficult world to eat and live. It was never easy. "One day, I was always worried about the guy who left home. I've been back in my home town for a long time, Roan could not easily speak. My eyes were as moist as the voice. "You were still waiting for me at this place." Someone waits for herself. To look at oneself with a unified mind. I love you and trust you without any conditions. There was nothing to make people happy. Meanwhile, the village people who were hiding from the monsters were gathering once again. Everyone looks half-hearted. But all eyes were clearly looking at Roan. Roan stood before them and calmly solved what had been done with a loud voice. From the spearman at the end of Rose Troop to the King of Amaranth Kingdom, the grandiose, curvy story unfolded. People burst into alternation of elasticity and sighing. "... I became a monarch." The story is over. "Ah......." People had a low elasticity. In addition, the Amaranth Legionnaire Troop circles backed up were also impressed by Roan's story. They realized. That there is a great being in history right in front of you. 'Is it really a king?' 'Ah.......' 'What did we do .......' The faces of the gangs and some Village people who followed Vecail got tired. Roan had been ridiculed all night last night. Some women sighed deeply. 'Oh, I could have been a queen if I had a good night' 'If you marry Roan .......' 'Is it possible to live a splendid royal palace?' Each new red and outdated delusion filled my head. It was naive thoughts of rural virgins. Roan smiled and looked at Vecail. Vecail was so sick of the two eyes. "Vecail." Low calling. Vecail shuddered without knowing himself. gulp. The glove moved roughly up and down. Roan looked at Vecail's eyes gently. "You touched my luggage?" Scary to end. "Hiccup." Vecail started hiccups. Even breathing was rough. I was greatly upset. It was the same thing with the guys behind them. The faces of the boys were blushing now, and they were whitewashed. 'Vecail. I do not want to leave you alone. ' Roan's eyes sank. The betrayal I had in my last life. I promised that I would get revenge if I met again. But that does not mean I can not even say it. His betrayal has not happened yet. If you kill Vecail from here, you will misunderstand not only the guy, the gang, but also the people of the Village. You would think that Vecail's neck fell because he just touched Roan's load. It was not a good figure as a monarch of a nation. Besides. 'I did not want to kill so easily in the first place.' Without knowing the reason, it was a very comfortable death to be thirsty on a fast heart. Roan wanted Vecail to feel all the frustrations and pain he had experienced. "Will you kill me, me, me? Oh, no, will you kill me?" Vecail shook his body. I was miserable. It is strong in front of a weak person, a figure that has been sulky without one in front of a strong person. 'This is the real Vecail.' I could not find any stately appearance in Ghostspear's reputation in my last life. Roan slowly shook his head. "I do not need to bury my hands in my hands, The voice sank low. "I will die." thud. At the moment Vecail fell on the ground with a shocked expression. He shook his body. "Lord, are you going to die?" I could not find any more ridicule and criticism against Roan until just before. Roan answered with a gentle expression. "My stuff is poisoned to prevent theft." "Also, poison!" Vecail shook his head and yelled. The rest of the crowd slacked their legs. They also stole Roan's stuff. "Also, poison ......." Vecail looked down at his two hands and cried out. Roan snorted. "So you thought you would manage the monarch's stuff?" It was true. Vecail sat up on the ground and begged. "Please live, please save me!" Afterwards, the gangsters who stole things together came up beside Vecail and fell on the floor equally. "Please live, please!" "I have sinned to death!" "I do not want to die yet!" Some of them have already wept. They ran out of their clothes and pulled out their loose goods. It was all Roan's things. "Here, here I am." Vecail also came out late. Roan gazed at his figure and stretched his right hand. Spot! The moment things were sucked into the palm of the hand. Amazing and amazing sight. It was a type of maneuver using mana. "The poison on these things is so terrible that I can only touch myself." When the horse was finished, a scary red flame soared through the palm of his hand. The flames burned fiercely but did not burn things. What a wonderful and amazing sight. Vecail and his crew came to believe Roan. "Please save!" "I'll do whatever I can if God is alive!" "Please forgive me for my last night, my ignorant, ignorant and stupid actions!" "I was wrong, I had no eyes to see!" The gangs begged and begged for their hands to be feet. Vecail too. "I dare not know the subject and disturb your Majesty's planting! Please forgive me!" A good voice filled the vacant lot. Roan looked at it and looked at it. "There is no way I can live." Moment. "Yes?!" "He, what is the way ?!" "Teach me, I will teach you, but God will do anything!" Vecail and other gangs screamed with eager expression. Roan shook his hands and calmed down the guys and said in a loud voice. "Royal Capital Mediasis is not a detox but there are medications that can control the flu, so if you take the medicine every 30 days, you can stay as normal as ever." "Ah......." Everyone burst into relief of relief. There was a hope that I could live without full face. Roan looked straight into his eyes and was behind. "As soon as I return to Royal Capital, I will send the medicine to the person." Scary to end. "Ah ah ah ah ah!" "Thank you!" "Thank you very much!" The shout broke out. "But......." Roan waved his hand and shut his mouth. "If your appearance and actions are narrow and insignificant like today, I will cut off the medicine immediately." "Ah......." Vecail and the gangs, who were greatly delighted, giggled with a firm, firm face. Conditional time limit. It means that you can die as long as you like. But there was no other way anyway. If you do not want to die, you have to follow Roan. "I will keep in mind." "We will devote ourselves to the Village people." "I will be a good man." "I will follow the town chief well." Pledges filled with awe were overflowing. "I will be a good man according to the words of His Majesty." Vecail also raised his voice with a determined expression. Roan looked straight into his eyes. "Remember, if you break your promise ......." The day stood in my voice. "I will soon die." gulp. Vecail and the gang swallowed the dry spit. Roan's momentum and intense pressure from his body provoked breathing. "Yes, I will." "I will keep my promise." Everyone nodded hard. Roan had once again gained momentum and looked at Bass and Melly again. "Do the rest of the stories go home?" "He, yes, please." Bass nodded his head. Roan left the Amaranth Legionnaire Troop circles with fence maintenance and boundary missions, then went home with Bass and Melly. The three men had a long and long conversation in the old, narrow moxroom to brighten the day. After the day was bright, I gathered all of the Village people back and forth and happily, happily, sad, and painful. All of them fell in love with Roan's story. They were particularly excited about the newly emerging Amaranth Kingdom story. Some Village women even threw a lug at Roan. Roan took the story of Aily, the most beautiful and lovely woman in the world, as if she had waited. Eventually, the Village girls, who had fallen into vain delusions, had no choice but to retire with a grim expression. Roan stayed at the Ile de la Villette. It originally stayed a little longer than planned. "Roan. Even if it's hard, sometimes, sometimes, you can come and play." "Be careful not to get hurt, okay?" Bass and Melly grabbed Roan's hand and repeatedly asked the party. Even if Roan was the strongest in his hand, he was just a child and a weak child in their eyes. Roan stroked the hands of two people. "Every time I go, I'll come." It was not just a word. He turned his head and looked at the Village people. "And I'll invite everyone to Royal Capital soon." At that end, some adults and children screamed in their arms. A purely joyful and rejoicing figure. Roan felt his heart clean. He whispered in a small voice in the ear of Bass and Melly. "Even when I come back next time ......." The voice was soft. "I will come to Roan, not the monarch Roan Lancephil." Bass and Melly nodded with a smile. Thank you and thank you so I could not take anything out. Roan held them lightly and then stepped back. "Murray." Amaranth Legionnaire Troop, who stood by the sound of low calling, came near. Murray was one of Legionnaire Troop Adjutant. "Yes, Your Majesty." Small but powerful voice. Roan whispered in a small voice, gazing quietly at Murray. "Take nine of Legionnaire and defend Lar Village for 30 days. At the same time, get to know the situation of Grain Mountains monsters precisely and closely." The appearance of ten ogres and the raids of hundreds of Goblins. It was necessary to know from beforehand why there was an abnormal behavior of monsters. I will take charge of "Sir. (Charge.)" Murray nodded with a hard look. But Roan's orders did not end with that. "And......." He gave a long command to whisper for a while. "Do you think so?" Let's ask Murray with the expression that it's hard to believe. "The guy is enough and he is the other guy." Roan laughed. Murray took a short breath in that form. "If the guy comes out like that ......." There was a cool light on the eyes. "You'll be selling your own grave." At that point, Roan nodded silently. 'The trap is set.' It was his responsibility to take or not to take. If not, he could save his life. But. 'If you are betrayed like your last life .......' I will be caught in a trap and meet the horrible end. Roan took a long breath. Now it was really time to go back. He shook hands with Bass, Melly and Village people. "Good bye!" "Be careful!" "Come back to play!" "I have to invite you to Royal Capital!" The Village people also shook hands and turned off Roan. Everyone is happy and happy. Of course, Vecail and the gangsters who stuck in the gap were hardened. No, I was laughing precisely. 'Damn it. What the hell is this! ' Vecail blew his lower lip as he watched Roan leave. It was unfair. 'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!' I thought I wanted to cool out even though I was thinking. However, the ten remaining Amaranth Legionnaire Troop circles in the Village could not act ruthlessly. That day, Vecail dumped the liquor from under the watchtower to late night alone. It was a very nice night, apart from the moon. He lay sleeping in the darkness without even thinking about going home. Then one of the Murray and Legionnaire Troopers quietly approached and took a seat under the fence. 'what?' Vecail paused to stand up with nervousness. Murray and Legionnaire Troopon spoke in a small voice whether they did not find Vecail. "Did you communicate correctly to other members?" At the end of Murray, Legionnaire Troop nodded with a little nervous expression. "Yes, I did, but is it really true? He looked around once and was careful behind the scenes. "Was there really no poison in the first place?"   * * *   "Is everything organized?" Small voice. "Yes, I only processed what I needed." A small voice. The young man and the middle-aged man kept talking back to each other secretly. "But do you really need to do this?" The middle-aged man was depressed. The young man nodded as if he could not help it. "I can not grow business here anymore." "But I know he is not so tight ......." "I know that, he's definitely an interpersonal of a teenager, but not all of his followers are teenagers." "that's......." The middle - aged man could not speak anymore. Because I could not find a word to refute the young man's words. "In order to do a real big business anyway, we have to go to the Estia Empire, let's just think we have a good chance." The young man laughed. I did so, but I could not help it. 'I thought one eye was correct, but ...' One of my self-confident skills. That ability has forced us to organize the Caravan, which has been around for a lifetime. "phew." A long sigh came out by itself. The middle-aged man who watched the figure smiled effortlessly. "Do not be so discouraged, Clyde's ability will soon bring out a bigger Caravan." It was not just a sound. A confident look and voice. Young man, Clyde nodded, smiling faintly. "Thanks, Gordon." Clyde and Gordon. The two were Clyde, the chief of Clyde Caravan, and his grandfather, Gordon. Clyde sponsored and supported the 3rd Prince Kallum Rinse in the War of Succession. He thought that Simon Rinse, Tommy Rinse, and Kallum Rinse were the only ones who could come to the throne. No, I was sure. However, Roan Lancephil was not the three prince who saved the kingdom after the War of Succession. Roan, after the founding of Amaranth Kingdom instead of Rinse Kingdom, has become a throne himself. 'It was an unprecedented crown, supported and welcomed by everyone, even though it had collapsed its original Kingdom and newly established the Kingdom.' But that's why it's hard for Clyde. Roan's character did not hurt or interfere with his support and support of Kallum, but he could not be supported. 'Sail Caravan, a close relationship since the war, succeeded in expanding its business.' In Amaranth Kingdom, it is impossible to fight a Sale Caravan with a rights franchise. Moreover, as mentioned above, it was also possible that an overly loyal of Roan's ancestors would put an aegis on Clyde Caravan. It was inconvenient to be in the Amaranth Kingdom in many ways. "But I am glad that I have been on the line for Estia Empire and the Holy Land." Gordon smiled brightly as he laid out his burden. Right then. "long time no see." An unfamiliar voice dug into the ears of two people. "Huh!" Clyde and Gordon swallowed the wind in their sudden voices and stepped back. There were obviously only themselves in this large chamber. The gaze of the two men blurred the room. At that time, the dark room became dark, and soon the black robes were pressed deeply to reveal themselves. The numbers are all three. It was obvious that they could not feel their presence even though they were watching clearly in front of their eyes. "Uh." Clyde, who was embarrassed for a moment, quickly regained consciousness. I had to work through Caravan. I knew how important it was to strengthen the wick through my many experiences. "Who are you?" A low-pitched voice. The person who was ahead of the horse took off his robe with both hands. The face that appears moment. "You......?" Clyde made a little surprised look. The face of the uninvited person was familiar. Clyde breathed again and greeted her in a calm voice. "In these places, I never imagined that I would meet like this," said Keep Troop Commander. "You know my face and the name is Clyde, too." A clear voice sticking to my ear. He was the Troop Commander, Keep of Tenebra troop. Clyde laughed. "Good eyesight and memories are essential virtues to become a reward." He breathed deeply. "What do you think of Keep Troop Commander in Tenebra called the so-called special team?" Clyde asked with the most gentle and gentle expression. But in reality I was nervous. 'Do not you hurt me ......?' Of the Roan 's underlings he was worried about, he could have been an overly loyal keep. Then, Keep gently extended his right hand. "Amaranth Kingdom needed Clyde, so I came to pick you up." At that point, Clyde laughed. "Hahaha, do you need me?" Expression and gesture. They were actions to hide the nervousness. "I am just a demolished trader. When the horse approached it, Keep smiled faintly and spit out a word. "Holy Land." At the moment, Clyde 's expression hardened hard. It was a look that eventually came to come.