I am the Monarch

'Is this a little crazy kitten?' Delk snorted at Roan Lancephil. 'Are you going to deal with all of us alone?' It was absurd. 'Only 70 people here. There are more than 200 ... ... . ' When you think about it. 'uh?! Come to think of it… ... . ' Delk's face hardened. The back of my back was creepy and the sweat swollen. 'My brothers would have been completely surrounded ... ... ? ' No one could approach this place without their permission. A total of 200 assassins were completely surrounded by water. 'But how ... ... ? ' Delk frowned. The face was embarrassed. Roan laughed at him. "There are those who bother you." When I shook his right hand lightly, one black mask fell to the floor. It was the same mask that Delk was wearing. 'phew.' Roan sighed shortly. 'I was delayed in dealing with them.' No, precisely because of the odd skills of the 200-man assassins, they had trouble tracking and breakthrough. It was Amaranth Legionnaire Troop that they were dealing with them anyway. 'Even if they did not die, the people who died would die.' It was all because of the technology that keeps track of things. 'I've heard rumors of such technology.' Rumor that was famous from previous life. 'Black Moon Guild.' It was a massive assassination guild that acted throughout the continent. No, it was precisely the alliance of the assassination guilds. They were very good assassins, especially with the odd skills of forcing mana to kill them. Of course, it was not easy for humans to artificially deal with mana in its natural state, so in a very short time, there was a gap that could not control its movement. Roan did not miss the gap. Tracking was done so. But it is actually later than usual. 'Black Moon Guild. Great Warring Era. No, I suppose it was done. ' They did not leave a trace, they did not reveal themselves, and it was not known exactly what kind of person they assassinated and dealt with. I just guess. 'Latium, the first pope of Telian Doctrine. There was a saying that he was also assassinated by the black door guild ... ... . ' However, it was also a hypothesis. Roan lifted his head and looked at Delk. "It seems that the hypothesis was right after going through work today." The times and methods have changed. The Black Moon Guild has been to Latium until the last life and this life. 'I do not know who commissioned the assassination, but ... ... . ' Of course there was a place of doubt. 'Holy Land.' Roan laughed and stared at Delk. I thought that I would capture the black film by the capture, but I shook my head. 'The assassin of the black moon is not easy to open his mouth.' Moreover, torture did not match Roan's personality. "Yes, your brother is not our brothers ......?" Delk grasped his fist. Roan nodded instead. I felt a joyful smile on the soft, naive face. "Oh bastard!" Delk spits out on the floor. At the same time, more than 70 assassins surrounded Roan and Latium. Papp! Farababat! I heard the sound of the wind and digging in my ears. The elderly and the old woman, who were standing in front of Latium, closed their eyes. Latium, on the other hand, looked at Roan with a gentle expression. It is as if you know what will happen in the future. And. Papp! Roan 's two feet shifted. My body became blurred and light stalks were scattered all over. Stop! Spot! Stick it! The light stem pierced through the assassins who ran through the shadows. Black shadows split in white light stalks. "Shut up!" "Ugh!" "Turn it off." The black shadows that were flying with the sound of the devastation fell down and crashed. Wushu. thud. Kuguugu Palace. The dirt bubbled up with a dull sound. Exclamation. The black moon assassins, who rushed to the top of the bustle, lost their lives without having been able to attack properly. The survivors were all about 20, including Delk. "You, you, you, you ..." Delk trembled all over his body and stuttered. "What the fuck are you?" I just barely hit my throat. Roan laughed instead of the answer. In fact, he did not like the Black Moon Guild and the assassins very much. No, I hated exactly. 'Because of these guys, too many innocent people have died.' In addition, the Great Warring Era became complicated and prolonged in the role of the Black Moon Guild. The kingdoms, Kingdoms, Empires and Kingdoms, Empires and Empires, and even the tribes and races repeatedly erupted and exploded together, killing many royalty and nobles, regardless of their friendly and enemy. 'Mercenary Guild and Thieves Guild to the admission but you can not tolerate as much as you guys.' In Amaranth Kingdom, the assassins could not allow it to flourish. "Damn it! Spread the passing grade! Fight to die!" Delk shook his hands, shouting. The surviving 20 assassins ignored Latium, the elderly, and the old woman and built a new encirclement for Roan. 'Bar, just because I was careless before.' 'Because I ran into the bargain.' 'If you pass the black moon, you can catch the guy.' 'kill!' Delk and other assassins of the black moon were biting it. They were firmly bound together with pride in the black moon. "die!" Passing with Delgoth's Dale began. Roan moved his right hand as he rolled his foot lightly. The assassin's long sword of the assassin who fell on the floor came into his hand. At the same time, a much sharper, elongated light stem broke through the space than before. Spot! The creep sounded once. No sound was heard even though the light stem was sweeping through the bodies of the assassins. "......?" Even the assassins did not realize what had happened to them. Took! Let's go! Took! The arm holding the weapon fell down without force. visor! Cheng Grand! Later, a loud noise was heard. The assassins chirped their eyes as they watched their arms cut cleanly. "Do not be ridiculous ...." "There is a person who has such skill ..." They could not talk anymore. No, I could not. Screw. The face, which was covered by black mask, fell off the neck and began to slant. Shoot! Two doodles! The assassins' heads fell to the floor. The guy who stood up to the end was Delk. "This, this is not man's skill ......" He cried out in his eyes. Face and body began to be out of alignment. Roan looked at him quietly and whispered in a small voice. "I've always heard that kind of story." A cool voice with a low voice. "It is not the skill of man but the skill of ghost." That was the last word I heard before Delk died. Two eyes losing light struck with awe of surprise and admiration. His eyes clearly shouted like that. Roan breathed deeply and took the long sword he was carrying. Stick it! The blade went deep into the ground. The old castle and the chanting that had just blown away were not heard anymore. The strange stillness fell. Roan turned his head and looked at Latium. Latium, who stood in the back of the old man and old woman, smiled faintly and bowed his head. Telian Doctrine was a unique greeting. "Thank you for your help." Still polite and polite. Roan smiled faintly and scratched his right ball. "Telian Doctrine will pay back grace, no matter what?" "Yes, is there anything you want me to do?" Latium smiled brightly. Roan nodded lightly. "It's quite difficult, but can you hear me?" "Tell me, I will surely listen if I do not harm or hurt anyone." Latium answered with a loud voice. It was a word anyone could say, but it was strangely enough to be trusted. Roan laughed, revealing it. "Let's make a good world together." A dignified voice. "A good world ...... is it possible for a merchant and a brothel to do it?" Latium laughed softly. Both eyes shone and shone. It was like looking into Roan's real shape. Roan wiped his face lightly with his right hand. "I'm not a trader ..." At that moment, the soft and innocent face disappeared and the face of the man was revealed. It was the original face of Roan Lancephil. "Roan Lancephil of Amaranth Kingdom." He looked straight into his eyes. "I will help you." A confident voice. Latium laughed faintly and gazed at Roan's gaze. Roan paced and stood before Latium. And whispered in a very small but powerful voice. "You are the Lord of the Telian Doctrine." * * * "We are told that weis cannons have paid a lot of money to return to the Fiefs of the North West Plant Fief. Weis Kanom has a lot of friendship with Gregg Plant Baron, and Plant Baron does not even know that he is aware of the reward. I think we need action. " Heinz, an advisor to Swift Clark Viscount, an administrative officer and administrative officer, posted several reports in passing letters. Swift, who was reviewing the thick paperwork, asked with a cautious voice. "Is this your message from your Majesty?" Heinz, who posted the report at the end, nodded his head with the impression that it was natural. "Of course, of course, the maintenance of the Gordon Fief was a slavery of the commoners, and the fall of the Woods Fief, and the dismissal of the neighboring farmers' land, the postwar reconstruction of Gladen Fief was delayed ..." When the horse approached it, Swift shook his hand with his tongue out. "Your majesty is so great, how he moves so diligently ..." He called three officers with a gentle expression. "Categorize each item according to the rules and send it to the people in charge." "Yes, I understand." Officers categorized several letters and left the office. But Heinz, who was the first to report, kept on standing. "Have you got any reports yet?" Swift, who was trying to review the thick paper again, asked with a strange look. Heinz gently nodded and pushed a letter forward. "It seems that you have to check and handle it yourself," said Chris Tale, director of Agens. "Uh." Swift was given a letter with low penetration. It was extremely rare for Chris to write his own letter. No, even if you send a letter occasionally, most of the staff can thoroughly review and dispose of it. Lost. A letter accompanied by a pleasant sound was unfolded. I can not help but notice the letters. "Ah……." Swift broke off a new elasticity. The contents of the letter were really awesome. "Have you read it?" "No," said Chris Tale, chief of staff, saying that he should never be released. " Swift nodded lightly and shook his hand. Heinz bowed his head and walked out of the office. Swift, left alone, once more carefully read the letter and closed his eyes. "after……." A long breath came out. Unexpected situation. "I'll have to contact your majesty." The judgment of this work was not what I could do myself. Swift caught the pen holder. square. square. Black letters on the white paper took place with a good sound. Your Majesty. I got a call from Duke Voiza.> The first sentence of the letter thus began. * * * "Wow! I'm begging!" "It's better than us!" "Are you not dead?" Now the kids, about ten years old, trembled. A young man was lying down where the guys gathered round and pointed. No, I was lying. He licked a large bag of luggage and did not move. The face was scruffy, and the garments of the color of the nursery were covered with the ends. It is a no-brainer. The youthful identity was amazingly Roan. "I think he was really dead." "You do not move." Two courageous guys from the boys sneaked over to Roan. Right then. "Uncle, I'm not dead." Roan flashed his eyes and raised his upper body. "Ahh!" "Ah ah ah!" The little boys screamed, shouting and shouting, "Ahh!" Roan screamed too late at the big screams of the boys. Roan and the kids. They looked at each other and opened their eyes. A surprised look at each other. then. "Uh, uh, uh, uh ..." The youngest little boy shrugged his shoulders. Ready to cry. "Uh, uh, uh ... ooh, cry ..." Roan shook his hands with surprise, but it was already late. "Ahh ah ah ah!" A big crying beat hit my ears. "Ahh ah!" "Oh no!" When one child burst, the other children burst into crying. It was Roan who was overcome by this point. "Guys, do not cry, look at you, I'll give you a sweet candy." Roan, who had never looked after his child, was very unnatural in speech and behavior. The children's crying continued without knowing the end. No, it seemed to continue. But. All right! All right! All right! I heard a drum sound somewhere. That moment. "Uh ... Ahhh! "Well!" "Breathe!" Children who cried awkwardly stopped crying. They stole their eyes with their hands and chose a rough breath. A very surprising and strange figure. Roan frowned. 'As soon as the children heard the drums, they stopped crying.' A situation that I can not understand. Right then. All right! All right! All right! The drums sounded a bit louder. The gaze moved along the direction in which the drum was heard. A gorgeous procession that revolves around a corner of a dirty street. The drums were heard from the front of the procession. And then. Pababababa night! Bam! Bam! Paba Bam! A strange music sound filled the streets in the wind. 'This… ... . ' Roan frowned. 'I heard music somewhere ... ... . ' My head began to turn back. I tried to find the memories of many memories. And. "Ah……." Roan's mouth burst out of low elasticity.