Tower of Karma

"Al, that was cool"

A vortex of enthusiasm that spreads beneath your eyes. Watching it, Favera sent a compliment to her best friend. I know I can't hear you, but I still wanted to say it. For one best friend struggling ahead of the inequality.

"I'm starting to look like that guy. And I'm getting away from that guy."

Kyle stared at William leaving with a sarcastic look on his face.

"You've become a bit of a knight. Dear knight of quitting."

Kyle, let's go. Al became a knight. Beyond anything I imagined back then. But there is nothing to protect. While a knight, he is still in loss. Can I stay without this? Would there be such a comedy? Would there be such a tragedy?

An unprotected, greedy knight. Distortion increases distortion to an even greater extent.

"But the enemy is mighty. Even I can tell. That's different."

Favera reminds me of Airhardt. The brilliance of Airhardt was beyond common sense, so much so that it even smeared jealousy. The only emotions that come to mind are admiration, awe, and those emotions. Even Favela, who has no pieces of respect, thinks so. Just think about what a lot of other people thought and you're freaked out.

"Really?

But Kyle gave a decent voice and twisted his neck.

"I'll pull it out in a minute. That source of brilliance would be power. I'm guessing some royalty spins around. That's all. When I say power, I have no entity. It's troublesome because of that, but only then is it eaten by the true strong. I don't have enough power. To eat him."

When Favela turned around, there she looked down at everything, the king's face there. From time to time since he was a child, he comes up with this look. Favera's Unknown Kyle. He never even told the two of us what happened before we met.

"There's nothing in this country that can stop him. As far as I can tell."

What Kyle puts together is the king's brilliance. But not as beautiful as Airhardt. More distorted, more muddy, far more bloody, more pure glow of struggle than war. And faintly, it smelled burnt.

"It's in me that I'm afraid. Not in his case. If there's nothing we can do, someone has to stop him. The madness that was born in him that day, and the hunger and thirst that is born. The spare time may come. If I can't finish it, and it goes against his will..."

Running of overwhelming force.

I have to kill him.

I feel awesome. And is it because of Favela's feelings? He does not speak of the past, he does not boast of the martial arts, he prides himself on kindness. Only a little bit of Favela will feel sorry for her now, which is in conflict with her normal words and actions.

"I hope not."

Kyle pities himself. As if you are sure it will be.

Kyle turned his back on the crowd.

"Where are you going?

"It's a festival. It's time to get to work."

Kyle was there as usual. Still, it doesn't change anything coming from my back. Favela didn't want to chase her back as she walked away.

What did Kyle learn from today's sight? It was far before Favela knew about it.

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"What's wrong? General Baldias."

Baldias was looking up to a certain point. There's nothing there already, and no one's eyeing that place. But...

"No, it's nothing. Focus, you too. Hit your sire's escort."

"Ha!"

Baldias was gazing at the man. That's less than a few seconds in time. Only then did the man see himself out and lose interest on it. In other words, it was perceived as insufficient. And Baldias also felt the difference.

(I can't win. Instead, who can beat such a monster? "

Baldias was trembling unknowingly. Where were such monsters lurking? Why could such a monster exist in a country called Arcadia? I'm not in the army. I hate to have such a masterpiece, but it catches my eye. Then it's the dark one, but Baldias shakes his head at the thought.

(If it's dark, I can't explain that glow. That's one way or another, the king's -)

It's not counted as a giant star, but Baldias and a warring samurai. The current situation is that it is just frightening at first sight. Far from understanding. Sensibility, however, was rightly aware of the current situation. There is a masterpiece in this Arcadia that is stronger than anyone else on this occasion than itself.

(I don't know. I don't know, but I can't stop shivering)

Arcadia that I love. That's where all this talent comes in. Young, strong, above all stretchy and white. Perhaps everyone who is now named surpasses Baldias if they grow well. And the monster I met today.

"Sorry, Arcadia's gonna be strong. Strakles."

Arcadia gets stronger. The certainty had given Baldias joy.

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"So, what's going on?

William and Angelm were discussing it out of sight.

"Nothing definitive. It is inappropriate for me or Osvalt to move the knighthood, as you know. While the knighthood is given to the martial officer, it is the civilian who has the discretion to do so"

William bites his teeth. Nothing scares me more than a situation I don't know.

"Isn't His Majesty the King's plan?

"Impossible. If you're going to do that, that's what Airhardt should be saying. Someone other than the royal family petitioned me to give him a knight. That's all I can think of."

William thinks. What's the matter? This situation is not good. Even fools can do it if they are just happy with the status they have been given. I can't move in a detour unless I know what the intent was to be rubbed there.

"It's just a rumor level, but there's a slightly strange story among the nobles"

"Anything is good. I want as much information as I can."

It doesn't matter if it's rumors or anything. As soon as possible, William wanted to take it off the current state of universe. For a man who had paved the way with reason, the current situation, where there were significantly insufficient parts to assemble reason, even felt horrified through anxiety.

"A certain nobleman has moved... I don't know if it's true or false."

"Why?

"Yes. That's when you helped the nobleman."

"I helped...... no way"

One figure emerged behind William's brain. I can still remember what it looks like. There's no way I can forget. The person's name is...

"Vlad, Count"?

William's, because he's Al's enemy.

"Probably. It's an aristocratic story, too, to be told by unscrupulous rumors."

It was probably the person who spread the rumor. I brought it just a little bit to the point of being cozy with trace amounts. It's ambiguous and vague, but that's why it turns to the world without disgust.

We need to find out. Because there is no smoke where there is no fire.

"What position is Vlad in the nobility?

"I'm a burly civilian, a politician. He is now the secretary general of the House of Lords and seems to like his gentle and intimate personality, both up and down"

Secretary of the Lordship Society. As a civilian, it is in a bad position. This may be the limit in Count Ichi. If we would just petition for the knighthood, it would be a status with no problems whatsoever.

"Liked, huh? Hmm."

As someone who knows the inside of Vlad, it is a story of revulsion. But now is not the time to talk about it with such emotional theory, what we need is a time to think about Vlad with reason.

"You need to see me first. Can I see you by the end of the day?

"I thought they'd say that. I've already sent a messenger. If Uncle Vlad had been moved, I wonder if he would refuse."

William chuckled inside at the speed of Angelm's movements. I don't know how it will sound any longer, but at least the status quo is a very good servant. William's attitude in trying to get as far ahead as he could was also a concern his men had never had before.

"Let's finish that greeting first."

"I know. What do you say? Is there something wrong with your taste?

Angelm trembles with a tranced look. "Ah," William noticed his mistake. But the hour is already late.

"Totally. I don't even have this look! Your brilliance transcends heaven. There is nowhere to stay in beauty, and neither the moon nor the sun line up for you! The only one, if only being is normal, would be to fall down. No, you have to fall down!

Angelm has not answered William's question at all. William thought this aspect was pretty yummy. Excellence is incomparable, but there is a huge, really annoying aspect to it.

(I wonder if it can be separated. This guy)

It was William who thought seriously about whether there was some way to truncate just the annoying part.

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Gilberto was facing one man. Blonde hair similar to Gilberto is cut short, and his eyes make the raptor . Such an opponent that even Gilberto gets nervous.

"What can I do for you?

Bernhardt von Osvalt, current head of the Osvalt family. A powerful man after Bardias, making him the general of the Arcadia army, the culmination of the martial family. Have the alias' General Sword '.

"I've got a favor to ask. His Excellency Admiral Bernhardt"

"Not your father, His Excellency Admiral Bernhardt, huh? Alleged"

Gilberto swallows the saliva. Gilberto was getting really nervous when he met his great father. Even in martial arts competitions when I was a child, I was not shown a better place due to tension, and I have been reprimanded. Growing up didn't change this feeling. Still...

"I became division leader, too. Therefore, I would like a deputy general."

"... no? That should have been appreciated. Is that a shortage?

Personnel sent by Bernhardt. There is no mistake in strength. Both swords and knowledge combine. But...

"It's a shortage"

Gilberto ran out of words. Bernhardt raises his eyebrows funny.

"So who do you want? It's not a fashionable white mask now, is it?

Hearing the words, Gilberto looks disgusted. Bernhardt grinned inside when he saw it. Of course I'm not willing to put William on my men. As a general, as a nobleman, and as a father, that judgment is unlikely.

Bernhardt's William review saw him as a brilliant but confident and ambitious man, not a man to follow. It's no match for a straight Gilberto, for better or worse. You must have at least the same level of intelligence, martial arts, and be able to squeeze the reins. Keeping it in the Second Army in that sense is a better option as it stands. Poison, poison, that army has' him '.

Perhaps sooner or later in Baldias, we lose control. That's the same thing as myself. We were too old to face a new era.

If that's not William, then some Bernhardt might come up with a name.

"What I want... is Carl von Taylor, senior captain of the Arcadia II Army. If you pulled that one out, there's nothing else you need."

Bernhardt can't hide his surprise at a name he never thought of. More importantly, Taylor was the one who greeted him until he went out of his way to get under him.

"Why would you want such a second-rate? I don't think I have a dream of conquering the battlefield with only sword talent. Good generals have good men. That's the Iron Rule."

"If I were, I'd be craving Taylor, Father!

There is no sway in Gilberto's eyes. And Bernhardt felt something unprecedented in his son's pressure.

"Do your arms stand?

"No."

"Are you talented?

"I don't know"

"You still think you're greedy?

"Yes."

It was difficult for Bernhardt to understand. But as a general, I can't refuse you if you ask me from both sides as a father. Above all, if it's a faint sign, and a genius is needed to get to further heights...

"Okay. If that's what you want, I'll make it happen. I just wanted to move from the First Army to the Second Army. Transition in the form of replacement personnel. But it annoys me so much, you can expect results."

Gilberto smiled and strained his chest.

"Whatever."

That confident look. Talent overflowing from it. Bernhardt sighed inside.

(Why was he not born as the eldest son? Gilberto.)

Bernhardt was in love with Gilberto's talent. I had intended to treat it harshly not to come forward, but in the end my eldest son and other brothers and relatives have enlightened me. Some moves try to neglect and exclude. If he had been his eldest son, if he had been his successor, this would not have happened.

"I understand the commission. You can back off."

"Yes!"

Overflowing talent. It's not just sword talent. As a general, as a person, Gilberto excels in Osvalt. Villibrand and Christoph, who made them raise like brothers, were also pushing their heartbeats. You have the talent to stand behind Osvalt's future. That's why the situation is troublesome now.

I saw the future sword saint on my refreshing and exiting back.

"Carl von Taylor? You're the one who pushes. I guess there's something about it."

More than becoming division chief, Gilberto's movements began to shape the battlefield. His one-by-one throw determines wins and loses. That's why this is where it starts. Osvalt, what war history will the man who inherits Kensei's blood in the darkest colors carve out? I can't help but look forward to it.

"I won't let you stand in the way. Do it right."

The house holds it down at all costs. Therefore proceed and Bernhardt encourages in his heart.

Bernhardt was oblivious to the smugness of his famous family, who could only do so to that extent.

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"Neat. You missed William's majesty because of Hilda!

"You don't care. That one. Look, Ruto, come here, too. Yes, Principal Seat."

"Oh, thank you, Hilda"

"What about me?

"Stand around, you loose piece."

"Terrible!"

Hilda and Rutgard, and Carl were coming to the arena. Festival China, the biggest entertainment for citizens, is this arena. Today is the biggest event of all, the big showdown closing the year. A place for martial artists gathered from various countries to compete for victory to defeat the absolute king.

"Ha. I'm doing it. I'm doing it. Yeah, some of you are reasonably strong. Look at that, Carl."

"Ha. I'm new to the arena, but you have a lot of people."

"It's obvious. Unlike the battlefield, this one is basic. It's a pure struggle that's different from mass warfare. Ah, already! I should have left, too!

Hilda was full of fighting spirit and watching the fighters fighting under her eyes. That's just putting up an absolute king, with quite a few powerful people. Some were obviously also mixed with monsters of different atmospheres.

"Which one is stronger, by the way, Senior Captain Carl?"

Hilda nittering that you'll never know. Hilda, currently the lead hundred captain, was a little frustrated by the situation Carl was catching up with.

"... you don't know me.... that twin swords kid, woman guy, that old guy looks strong though"

Hilda opened her eyes when she heard the answer. That was not unlike Hilda's three distinguished fighters, but the appearance looks calm compared to the other fighting-enhancing elephants. A true strong man hides his fangs except when he needs them. The secret fangs are definitely missing those three.

"Yes, not surprisingly, you look good."

Hilda getting it in a very small voice.

"What, did you say something?

As Carl listened back, Hilda slapped Carl in the head with a grumpy face. "Why!?" Ignoring Carl moaning, Hilda reviews the fighters.

"This is a boulder where the absolute king falls, too. Those three are strong too, but the others can do the same. That big one is probably our general class. I know you're going to scrape the challenger in a tournament or something, but in my view, that guy's going to win. You can bet."

Hilda has a confident look. Rutgard twists his neck.

"You're an absolute king and you've never seen Hilda?

Rutgard darkly asks if it was actually not regular, although it was creating a regular appearance. Hilda dyes her cheeks a little red when asked.

"... I wanted to come, but I miss you alone, and I have a problem with the house"

"Really? Then you're with me."

"... it's so annoying when you tell me."

"Heh heh. You two are close."

"" No!

Three of the first experience in the arena. But the eyes that cut off the samurai's arms are confident in Hilda as well. There's not as much making as hitting the powerful, and it's ultimately legitimate to push the powerful out of battle, albeit the luck of time.

"Oh, the odds showed....... hmm? Why do you only have two items?

Numbers visible in the distance. That looked quite antagonistic. But...

"Ha!?

Look at that breakdown. Hilda raises her bare voice. Carl and Rutgard have no choice but to be just as obsessed with its content. Its contents are:

"Welcome! To Sieg Arkas, the largest arena in the Arcadia kingdom! Today is the day that that man, the absolute king, finally suffers defeat, and that is all we have to muster. None the less rigid. I'm sure you'll drag that man off the throne!

A good man with a loud voice speaks to the whole thing. The voice echoing across the circular arena is just one word. It was a voice that often passed.

"Today's performance is even simpler. That man just stands alone against the bumps that have gathered so much. That's all. Hundreds of samurai collected to collect. If you get out of this, the man is not there."

I'm kidding. It's too much of a joke. Hilda sat in a chair with a stiff throat and shook her head boringly.

"I won't talk to you. This is not a public execution. It's the biggest entertainment for ordinary people, so I don't know what it's like to be vulgar. Too harsh."

Outraged Hilda. What I wanted to see was their struggle to shred their sneeze, not their individual versus collective lynching. Gathered so many samurai. Must be funny that you let them fight normally. I thought it was a waste.

"Still Kyle, right? He's not human."

"No, no. If you pull out a hundred people, you're seriously not human.... that's hard today."

"I haven't been able to make a bet lately. Well, you're too strong for this."

Hilda shakes her head to a conversation spilling from around her.

"No eyes to be seen by the common people. The people we're gathering here today are not on that level. How many others are there when even each of those three can't win?"

Carl was having some kind of heartbreak elsewhere with Hilda coming back. Witness something extraordinary, uninterrupted. I had such a strange feeling.

"Well, I'll bet on that absolute king."

Carl has spilled his pompous words. I wouldn't even be willing to bet if I were normal. Just kidding. Still, I somehow wanted to bet.

Don't miss hearing that. Hilda grabbed Carl's head disappointingly.

"I'm sorry I kept reviewing you around the corner. Bet on what? Money?"

"Ugh. I can't think of anything right now."

"One order right, then. Absolutely obey any order once. That would be nice. Let's do that. I don't know what I'm gonna let Carl do."

Hilda laughing at it. Carl says, "Oh, no." But I don't deny it. It's like losing in the first place and always having absolute command in Hilda opponents. Honestly, it's no different than usual.

In doing so, the introduction of hundreds of athletes was in good hands.

"- Nanashi, a Sitanian swordsman. How can a mysterious woman's strength be!? And Yuri, a double-swordsman who continues his wandering journey from the distant land of Garnia. His background is also riddled with mystery, but his track record of crossing the arenas of nations so far has been undefeated. This has great expectations. And the main thing of the day, I'm sure this one will bring that man down. Probably the strongest man in the hundred!

All eyes gather at one point. Is what is in the venue today fat eyes, a significant number of people had guessed the man's strength? I know you're suppressing it, but the equivalent of power that's not hidden.

"Garnias, a king who has made himself a former king of Arkland and has now laid the foundations of a nation that continues to fast-forward with the momentum of the bamboo." Knight King "Arc of Garnias. The authentic authenticity of wandering the world after being deposed and vandalizing the arenas around the world. So far all kings have been slaughtered! Will this man also eat the king Arcadia is proud of!?

Obviously a disgruntled big man. But it should be too. He is the man who once ran the battlefield as king. I guess I have that pride and confidence. There was nothing against me in the rough arena around the world. It is on the main road that I would like to capture victory on one hit without having to have such a tedious pastime if I were to be.

"Aha - that's the level after all. General, you're the king, not the king. Hey. Is this a sure loss, Carl? Is that it?"

Hilda laughs with heartfelt joy when she sees a soggy curl. Rutgard smiles sneakingly when he sees it.

"Ma, the absolute king hasn't shown up yet. You could be a monster."

"What a monster. That's the only way to bring legends and mythological monsters like dragons."

Hilda was sure of the win. I didn't think it would be more of a battle than that. The odds change dramatically when all players are introduced and the wagering deadline is approaching. The King is unfavourable, and still certain layers continue to bet on the King. Hilda only thought it would be stupid to see that.

"Well, then let our king, that man, appear!

The arena boils. The athletes looked at it with a slight glimpse. For exotic ones, this situation just seems like a public execution. I wondered if he was an overdone king or if he was an untreated and truncated king.

That is half correct.

"Undefeated Man at Sieg Arkas," | King of Gladiators (Lord of Gladiators) "Kyle is here!

But half of it was wrong.

Indeed, he is spared in this arena. But it is not in such a negative sense that it is crude, barbaric, or cruel. It's just too strong, only one thing that makes him an absolute and doesn't fit into the boundaries of a fighter.

The king appeared at his residence.

"Hey, is that it?

Hilda complains. Carl can also be understood by even Rutgard, an utter amateur.

"Why are such monsters doing gladiators?!?

Too strong. Just too strong. A purely cultured warrior raised in a world free of impurities in the struggle, the infiltrating gap of wisdom called the battlefield. A monster with a flying talent in it and an ideal body as a martial artist, who has never lost and accumulated a history of war to become the champion.

"I see! I can't resist this!

Ark, an athlete, laughed loudly. There was such a monster hidden in a battlefield in a corner of the world, the Seven Kingdoms, but only a spectacle of the masses. Can I stay without laughing at this? The strongest that was complete only among the common people. No one knew, leaked outside, just secretly the man was reigning.

"What! There are hundreds of us here. Not a winless opponent if it takes all of us!

"Ouch!

Some fighters have not noticed the difference.

"My Wu, how far do you go? Watch me, brother, sister."

Some try to test themselves, realizing the difference.

…………

Some didn't know what they were thinking.

And all I can say to everyone on the spot is that the margins, the chronic minds, they are completely gone earlier. Even a hundred people look like the wind they'll catch up with. So many kings are unplanned. A giant star on the battlefield.

"Come on, bets are due too. If you're going to bet, hurry."

swinging odds. At the end of the day it rocked back to the fifth.

"So long, folks. Sieg Arkas' biggest event, the totals closing the year. You will see with your own eyes whether the king will descend from the throne or will be able to protect it!

The world rocks. The entire arena heats up.

"Are you guys ready? The warrior holds the sword and the citizen holds the ticket. White or black, if the king wins, black will dance, if the king loses, white will dance. Please put it on black and white!

For a moment, a quiet arena. Everyone swallows spit and watches.

"Competition, here we go!

The world blew up.