Tower of Karma

It is the culmination of a ruggedly lavish royal palace. It was a room with a throne. Living side by side are the heavy towns of politics, the ministers and heavy ministers who are the culmination of civilian life, and the generals who oppose them are the heavy towns of the military. The two factions, which are not usually very close relationships, continued to stare at each other.

"Your Majesty Eduart von Arcadia's Oh Ri!

Until this moment.

Everyone bows their heads simultaneously. An undisturbed movement as if trained.

"Okay, head up."

The apex of this Arcas. Eduardo Alto, king. Still overwhelmingly high compared to the princes who refrain from sideways. The pressure doesn't pull anything else in.

Everyone with their heads up is uniformly breathtaking. This is the king.

"Baldias, I can't see both Bernhardt names, but what's going on?

The men of the army are frightened. I'm not usually the kind of two people who are late for a seat like this. If those two were to be out of seats at the same time, it would be inevitable that even the two, who are generals, would buy discomfort.

Eduart's eyes are stretched thinly. The horror of the eye spill from it. All I know is what confronted me.

"Thank you for waiting."

The door leading to the throne opened so as to tear the air apart.

It is the advent of the First Army General of the Kingdom of Arcadia, 'General Sword' Bernhardt. A grand stand despite being late. Walking was also beautifying again.

"You seem to be showing up exasperated, but it doesn't make any difference to the fact that you kept the rest waiting. Bernhardt."

Bernhardt standing before you. And I folded my knee more beautifully than anyone else and bowed my head.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. As a result of an emergency report, as soon as I heard from the impetus order. I'm sorry I'm late."

Eduart narrowed his eyes. Information I wanted to hear even if I didn't make it to the carving limit. It comes with limited information and so on that is heavier than keeping the king waiting.

"Say, how do you decide to punish me?"

"Ha! First of all, as a first report, an army led by Marslan the Three Kings assaulted Frandelen at the same time as the snowmelt. That information came in last night."

Severe earthquakes run around. I thought it was going to work, but I didn't think it was going to come pointing at Marslan. Marslan, one of the most destructive in the Three Kingdoms, usually commands the Estado side, so he never thought he'd be turned over to Arcadia.

"Frandelen looks so important. So, what's the situation?

Everyone on this scene had already not thought about Bernhardt's punishment or anything else. If Frandelen falls, that's what makes the sacrifice two years ago futile. It still resonates with the loss of the young anticipation stars' Sword Ghost 'and' Sword Rider '.

"It was only earlier that the situation entered"

Drink the crumbs around you. If it were to be the fall of Frandelen, the necks of several First Army generals would fly. So much Frandelen is big against Nederks.

"It's a big win! Our victory, that we almost drove the enemy away with nothing."

This place thrives at once. Even Eduardo, the king, was enough to open his eyes.

I guess the Nederks side was seriously coming to get more than pointing Marslan at it. If you bounce it back, it is a great victory.

"Frandelen's defensive captain certainly starts this year..."

Words someone snapped. Bernhardt can't hide his grin when he hears that.

"It didn't come true to defeat Marslan, but there have been reports that he took the neck of Marslan's right-hand man, Legion Chief Aurelian"

"And what is the name of that man?

Bernhardt raised his face without hiding his grin.

"I am Gilberto von Osvalt, First Army Commander of the Kingdom of Arcadia"

The heat of the field reaches its climax. A young newcomer chased away the Three Kings. This fact is significant. Too big. It will be a great restraint against foreign countries.

"Did Gilberto strike out? So who was in direct command in Frandelen?

Airhardt question. Bernhardt laughs bitterly that he has been poked where it hurts.

"Unusual, the Gilberto division leader promoted senior captain Carl von Taylor. I did a brilliant job showing it. Its command is exactly the iron wall. Also, we have a huge personal cost to install a huge amount of weapons in Franderen, and we have a report that it helped this time."

There is no precedent such as leaving the defense of a large city like Frandelen to a hundred captains. But you can't even complain because you accomplished it brilliantly. The season has snowmelted and not yet shown enough warmth to feel the coming of spring. The Gilberto Division, which showed great merit since the beginning of the quarter, was above expectations.

Civilians and martial arts officers float in the sudden good news.

In the meantime...

"Urgent! Something terrible has happened in the North!

Are you in a hurry? The transmission rolled in with your travel gear. Behind him is also Baldias, who has run out of breath. When I heard about the North, Airhardt snuck up and smiled.

"What's up, Baldias? No matter how late you are, it is inappropriate for you as a general. Not to mention coming running until you let him out of breath."

Bernhardt complained about Baldias behind it. No matter how sharp the alarm may be, it will be less compelling in the case of Frandelen. What did you get after that information?

"The fall of the Republic of Vilnius. The Operation Commander is Jan von Zeekt, Commander of the Second Army Corps. And it is an extraordinary 300-person squad led by Captain William Lewius, an executive force that dropped almost all bases and gave many heads of generals, albeit small!

Still, just snowmelted. The world hasn't even started a fight. That's why Marslan's assault was a surprise, and Gilberto, who prevented it, was highly regarded.

But if we were to drop a country, the story would change dramatically.

"What do you mean, the extraordinary 300-man squad? Jan gave you that authority?

Someone in the martial officer asks. Baldias pointed his gaze at you.

"I gave my permission. You know that William's kid and Kruger's blue genius are cordial. Plus, Ratlkia, you can't let that 'White Bear' Shrvestel's men get their hands on you. After the Latorchian annexation, it was tantamount to contacting the most troublesome, impatient Latorchian soldier."

The Extraordinary Three Hundred had been passing through Baldias since the beginning. Then it seems that the invasion was planned. Still, it's unusual to drop a northern country that still doesn't even get snowmelted at this time of year. It was unprecedented.

"Vilnius would have had that 'old raccoon'. How did you drop it?

Vilnius old raccoon. When he stood in Arcadia as a Northern Union, Arcadia was greatly tormented by its tactics. It is precisely the pride of the North, already twenty years ago, which tormented the Seven Kingdoms with Schulbestel, who was still strong at the time.

"It is unclear what the details are. However, the old raccoon's neck has already reached this side. Along with a large number of other general heads, it appears that the captive politicians will also be sent later"

Exactly perfect handiwork.

"Baldias, you were after me, weren't you?

"No way. I thought it would work, but I'm not even thinking about dropping a country. Happy miscalculation."

Bernhardt and Baldias stare at each other. Bernhardt was the First Army general, Baldias was the Second Army general, and the two were battlefield comrades together but also dog-monkeys. Bardias, who was more than ten younger in Bernhardt but not from a famous family, joined the army at the same time as he became captain of a hundred. From there it was almost side-by-side and overlapping. It is also a rivalry.

"You're going to overwrite this, or I'll tell you what, Marslan is heavier than Vilnius One."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but could that Marslan have been picked up? Hmm?"

The apex of the martial officer scatters a spark. The beginning and end of even those who tremble at that intimidation. On the battlefield they are bones that support Arcadia, symbols of the martial arts in Arcadia. The battle will rise on your side just because you are in formation, and the enemy's battle will fall to the ground. So many of them stare at each other.

"Restless, both of you. In front of His Majesty."

One man breaks in between them. He showed up with a similar sense of intimidation.

"Gardner, I'm sorry. It got a little too hot."

"Lord Gardner tells me I don't have standing either. I'm sorry."

"That's fine. Your Majesty, the two men who carried so much good news, it would be unlikely to question them for their tardiness. Two victories this time. I don't know. I think it's too exciting for foreign countries."

A man called Gardner. Its name is Kaspar von Gardner. He is the general of the Arcadia Third Army and the patron saint of Arcadia defending the capital Arcas.

He's also Hilda's real father, by the way, but he has nothing to do with it on this occasion. There's Hilda in the corner of this place, but she's still opening her mouth to see if Carl can't believe what he's doing. but it has nothing to do with anything in particular.

"Do you have an opinion, Caspar?

Caspar opened his stand before His Majesty.

"I was wondering if Ostberg should hit the defense with my third army and the second army of Baldias, as well as Bernhardt's first army and the third army."

Joint Troop. This statement also surprised the surroundings. Both Baldias and Bernhardt are surprised.

"This lack of talent fold, Yaka's 'black gold' will always move. I don't mind giving it to Laconia. But if you want to stop there, that man can't be counted as a giant star. The defense of the west is entrusted to the young Junying, and the North is not important. I was wondering if it was in the south that we should be watching."

Kaspar's valve was poking exactly at the nature of things. Arcadia's on the move. Moved means a gap is created. I'm not a strakless person who doesn't aim there.

"And who are you going to leave the Admiral to?

"You can have one of the three generals. Because they're strapless."

I even include myself who should not have moved from my home country. At that point everyone was beginning to have a feeling that this would be an unusual year.

"Move or have a reputation"

"Don't move. There will be a storm of unprecedented proportions."

A beat, Eduardo breathed and looked over at this whole room.

"Bernhardt, Baldias, Caspar, before the rest"

"" "Ha!

Three generals line up in front of Eduardo. Everyone is a warring warrior. Three monsters culminated in numerous battles. It is Arcadia's most powerful sword.

"Always protect Arcadia. Whatever storm there is, this country is unshakable as long as you three protect it. Please."

The three of them broke their knees and said, "Ha!" He answered with his mouth in alignment.

There's a storm coming. There's a storm bigger than ever before. Above it, or take advantage of it, they old-time humans try to outdo it. Stand still and try to wait for the storm to pass.

(... Don't be lax, Father)

Airhardt looked at his father king with such boring eyes. If I were king, I would not strike such a lukewarm hand. Like his own sword, he was the one who repainted the world at once.

(Fine, great start. I praise you, my sword.)

Put your thoughts on your own sword. William with the best start. It's not like Airhardt knows what's in it. A victory in dealing with an arm that dropped a country, Latorchian men who were non-cooperative in the first place. Really interesting.

Time goes back a little. At a time when there was still snow in Arkas, it was covered in thick snow in the north.