Tower of Karma

Ulysses rammed into the root castle of the single 'Black Mercenary Regiment' as the three of them had instigated. Ulysses defeats some with the belly of a sword and jumps to the center of a group. Some are surprised by the sudden intruders, but the majority of them just nibble "again" while drinking.

"It's an arms test"

Single entry. Some shouted "whoop" at its bold invincibility.

"All right, kid, I'll take care of him."

A big man stood up. Ulysses frowns at how the funny half looks.

"What's your first name?

Still asked his name as a courtesy.

"I'll tell you when the boy wins."

To the man's tearing story, Ulysses...

"That's hard."

Respond with a blade.

Ulysses accelerates like crawling through the ground. It wasn't originally moved that way by a small body. In a big man, I have trouble dealing with it. It was the big guy who was slapped in the back of his head with a sheath without slipping through his feet and suddenly collapsed.

"I'm immature myself, so I can't help but hear my name."

Ulysses stands in the form of looking down at a man who faints and falls.

"Yeah, you're gonna do pretty good. Aren't they stronger than you? Why don't you go with it?

"Maybe. You're young, but you work out well."

I can't tell if it's a man or a woman. Nika and the anatol on the ship's arm. Both names are mercenaries. Ulysses can discern the strength and weakness of his enemies as well. These two are strong.

"But there's no way I can get my hands on it. Our Lord seems motivated."

Iron footsteps echo from above. To that heavy sound, Ulysses rang his throat without my knowledge. Every step is heavy. Tremors, chills, strike Ulysses. And confront.

Black Wolf's Battle Yeah. Armor struck and forged with black steel. It shows how many wounds have crossed countless battlefields. There is no question as to why we are putting together armor in such a place. It's about what's wrong with a wolf being furry.

The problem is...

"Let this perfect handsome brother play for you"

Because it is the contents. You look like you're kidding, but if you peel it off, a fierce wolf lurks. Without hiding it, but not showing it to peeves, it just intimidates them to a certain point.

As a creature, this man, something is different.

Ulysses got stiff. I have become aware of the difference in my power.

"Whoa. You're bluffing.... from this side, I'm gonna attack you?

The wolf gave a glimpse of his fangs. That alone makes Ulysses move unconsciously. The beast of the hand is ready to die. Strike a long sword in with your opponent's neck tied as you rush. Full speed, jump from there and put on weight as well. Speed and weight, a blow that put them all on.

"It's heavy for chickens. Chibi."

Wolfe takes it with only one arm of force. Ulysses opened his eyes to surprise.

"It's twice as good as using a double sword. Well, I'm talking about being twice as weak as people, and it doesn't make any sense."

Wolfe was extremely handled with a double sword. As a result of continuing the foolishness of handling a long sword with one hand, he gained power to an unusual extent, contrary to the appearance of a long lean body. Faster and stronger than then. Simply, Wolfe is growing.

"Ho ho ho, take it tight... it's scary"

Wait for Ulysses until he puts his foot on the ground before attacking him with one arm. Ulysses pulled out Minegosh more aggressively. Attack too strong to take. The decision was right. On top of that...

"I see. But there's nothing to add or subtract. Brother."

I smashed through Ulysses with every Leonvern secret sword. Ulysses blowing unmistakably. Minegosh dancing in the universe is shabby and useless. One blow, and a one-handed blow broke Ulysses.

"He also uses our Nika. I'm used to seeing it, and I'm used to doing it. I have a knack for breaking it, but it's still quite troublesome when Nika uses it. Torn in one shot means the chibi sushi is hectic, you know what I mean?

There was a difference. There is no difference that can be filled. That was too much of a difference. Even the White Knights were able to resist to some extent. I mistakenly assume that that makes me weaker in this difference. Because the White Knight and the Black Wolf are seen as one another.

"I'm strong. How dare this Wolfe, who is a supergenius child, focus solely on war? I don't know if you're blue-headed compared to anybody else, but you're sticking your neck in all sorts of things."

A dialogue that is obviously guessing who he was compared to.

"Tyman would win. Mm-hmm. Naturally. Even one-to-many..."

Suddenly, two knights have stormed the house packed by a mercenary regiment. Strong people who both have considerable openings compared to Ulysses. Wolff punches and pierces like they pinch.

"I'll win"

To an attack from both sides, Wolfe takes it with his arms crossed. Lancelo and Govan waved the sword. Knight among knights, both named after them in Garnia. Wolfe already had the weight and strength to take those two.

"But many versus many, I don't know. That's why I want to try. Again, do your best."

Wolf decides cool. Ulysses fell in love with that figure, a little, just a little bit. The strong one he aspires to. Because I looked like a man with it.

"... so, it's actually quite the limit. You can't be alone in a boulder anymore, Grandpa."

The Knight King Ark stood at the door.

If you look closely, Wolfe is shaking with plenty of arms. When they see it, the group laughs "Ha ha" and drinks. What's different from earlier, however, is that Grandpa, if King Ark of the Knights moves, everyone who's laughing now is in a moving position. Invisible hostility is swirling.

"Welcome to San Balto. Have you enjoyed your trip to Arcadia, old man?"

A little more sword pressure from both hands. For a moment, the mercenary regiment side kills.

"Draw your sword, Lancelo, Govan"

Lancelo is faceless, Govan draws his sword as if it's not enough. Both names descend as they are behind their own Lord.

"My name is Arc of Garnias. of the journey."

"My name is Wolf. It's a pleasure to meet you, King of Garnia."

"What, I don't think so. There's nothing I can do now. Now I have nothing. I'm just a jerk."

(It's just a twitch. Well said.)

"What can I do for you, Sambalt?

"I just wanted to see it. The bearer of a new era."

Wolfe and Ark's gaze intersect. Both watch to get something out of those eyes. The tingling and tingling sensation is just due to the gaze of the two of us, and the amount of information we go to and from each other is the only thing we know.

"So, how do you feel about seeing me? Compared to your daughter and everything you've seen... how did you feel about me?

Wolfe didn't intimidate, he just asked. Confidence and power overflowing from that self just to be there. Plenty. Full. I wanted to see who I was and ask what the King of War would say.

"You're strong. Just strong. Then it's still far from complete. Stretch with so much power and still endless. To the best of my knowledge, it is incomparable in strength."

Wolfe looked surprised. I feel confident in my power with Wolfe. Still, as far as I know, I don't think there's a difference between William and I jumped through. And Apollonia, Ark's daughter, and she was stronger than herself, so she should have given her the throne. I still don't think there's that much opening if it is. The expression incomparable sounded little more than lip service.

"My daughter is stronger at this stage."

"I see," said Wolfe. Stretch it out. It was regarded as unparalleled strength. I was still as strong as I imagined. He was a stronger being. He says he is incomparable as the Knight King. Lancelo, a man who could follow a strong knight named Govan. Apollonia, a man who was supposed to have seen William, praised Wolfe as the strongest.

I wasn't suspicious. But I gained certainty.

"That sounds like a more difficult situation for your daughter."

"Fool. I'll just run out of that one word"

The recent collision between the Arkland fleet and the Estard fleet, and the massive defeat of Arkland, is new to my memory. At last it was a third force that moved, but the momentum is a result of a complete setback. This defeat also caused Apollonia's appreciation to fall to the ground.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about our fierce sea opponents. I don't want to interact with the Fiery Sea even if I have a plan. There's no reason why land creatures can beat sea creatures in the ocean."

"But you have to win. If we don't get out, we won't find a way to the continent."

Perhaps the tallest wall for Apollonia in a way is the fierce sea. Land creatures beat sea champions at sea. Apollonia would have felt with her own hands how difficult that was.

"You think you can win?

If you think so, you can't give up the throne.

Still, Ark didn't even suspect fine dust. I'm not a snoring man. A man dared to be called the 'Knight King' in Garnia, where numerous Knight Kings existed. There can be no mistake in that view.

"I see. I'm looking forward to doing it."

"Enjoy it fully. There's nothing better than a dying battle."

Wolf and Ark laughed at each other. It is the flavor of a dying battle, the laughter of those who know.

"Looks like you're done talking."

It was Euwayne who emerged from the table. It is the right arm of Wolfe, who made the three men of old knowledge light bare. There is no way to be bad.

"Thanks to you. I still have something to ask you. Nika, get the booze ready!

The king of the flock commands. Normally, I don't defy you. I can't resist, but...

Nika was different. Jump to your desk lightly, wolf without a moment's stray,

"Be Temeer."

and release a kick. Wolf takes it all in his face and rolls it around. She also has a nosebleed.

"... I will. So forgive him. No more in front of the guests."

Anatole is the most common sense man in the mercenary corps and fits in a position of constant hardship. It was Euwayne, a former hard-working man, who was able to push the position and was a hoax.

With a group of mercenaries who see it and laugh at it.

"... oh my god"

Surprising development of eating a kick at his men. The Arks will be fed by a sight unlikely in the relationship between the king and his subordinates. At first glance, the spectrum feels thin. I feel it from the air earlier. Nevertheless...

"Nika, Temee... the corner was going to be cool and tight"

"Know what? Snuggle up. If you're feeling it, when?"

Keep going into fights. Anatole holds his head. The mercenaries were beginning to bet which would win.

Ulysses facing such a sight. Euwayne stands beside it.

"It'll be interesting, Yuri. This is my chosen Lord."

"... brother, you should still choose again now"

A memorable and inspiring resumption for Ulysses. But it's not that watery air anymore. A space dominated by a gentle fuss, hustle and bustle. He says it's his brother's king who's at the center of it. It was chosen by a proud, admiring brother called the Lion Sign.

(... it's a bad dream)

Ulysses had a sneaky head.

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"Long time no see, Euwayne"

When the banquet began in disintegration, the sun was falling. Out of that hustle and bustle circle, Euwayne and Lancelot sip under the moonlight.

"Right. Since that day when you lost your dignity as a king to El Sid and you and I both lost our dignity as knights? Nearly ten years ago… it wasn't long before there was a month."

I had an unforgettable memory of both of them wanting to forget. A time of youth and power. Garnian knights jumped to the continent to make a name for themselves. The leading "Knight King," his wife, the "War Maiden," the three nearby knights, the umbrella, the "Iron Knight," the "Swan," the "Lion Sign" -

It was a golden age. A great opportunity for Garnia to challenge the world.

And all of that got kicked out. Ideas, honor, love, and pride were all taught to be fantasies. Countless things were lost, and blood and tears withered away.

"Have you taken a knight, not a king?"

"It's not a king's vessel. That day I learned so painfully."

Euwayne disappeared from Garnia to flee after his defeat. Few blame it. Still, those who were friends, rivals and comrades of the same generation would understand. He went looking for a way. The lost or the new path...

"Still, I didn't mean to be a knight from the start. What is missing from me. I was just trying to grab something on a continent that created a monster named El Sid. I saw different things on that journey. I could see the many battlefields, the weak who suffer in their shadows, many of whom I did not see when I was king. And -"

What Ewayne remembers is the end of the journey. Meet the boy, the girl, who was eating dead meat and collecting weapons on the battlefield trail. Thin and small, it doesn't seem strange to die now, the moment I saw their eyes like that, Euwayne found out.

"I met Wolf"

Euwayne sees Himself in the Lord. Wolfe became bigger and stronger than ever before. No one will laugh when he grabs heaven now. That's all I got. That's all I've accomplished. But Euwayne knows. He has never hit an axis at one time. The only thing that has changed is the public eye. I didn't shake across numerous training grounds. So it got stronger. I'm proud of that.

"Their eyes, at the bottom of the world, were looking up at heaven, such as mine and untouchable. That's when I found out. What I don't have is the bottomless greed they have. He said it was a 'greed' derived from the loss of something important at the bottom of the earth, which he suffered at the bottom of the earth."

I don't know everything about Wolfe with Euwayne. Euwayne doesn't know the contents of the rocket he's putting on his chest, possibly the origin of Wolf's 'greed'. But I know he won't. Until the day I break my fangs, until I die.

"He won't stop. His strength is there. I'd like to see the end of it before I push anywhere. I want to help you get him that far. As a knight."

I was prepared to follow Wolfe everywhere in Euwayne's words. Look at the face of a much changed friend. Lancelo pours alcohol silently. Euwayne also smiled and drank the poured liquor all at once.

"How will you live?" Knight of the Lake, "Lancelo."

Lancelo craves answers to Euwayne's questions.

"... I don't know. My heart hasn't moved since that day."

What Lancelo lost is different from Euwayne's. Look at your comrades who are still unable to rise and double-check the depth of their wounds.

Euwayne poured it silently. Lancelo says "I'll take it" and drinks it up.

"You won't have to move it. When the time comes, you will meet. There is no way that Garnia's strongest sword could have been left behind in this day and age. If you wait, the times will bring you back. Rest till then."

Lancelo's faceless expression soothes. The two of them feel the twists of the times. No, but you two will get involved. It has the right amount of power, but because of it. I don't know if I will hold the sword at that time or gladly hold the sword at that time.

"You two are soaking up! Drink this Govan liquor!

The two looked bitter and laughed at the appearance of their bright red-faced comrades.

They'll never line up again. Still, there is something that makes sense between warriors who ran through the same era. Perhaps this will be their last encounter.

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El Sid stroked a muscle wound that he engraved on his face. Multiple engraved war wounds. It was the first time 'that' had been sworded to the fatal part of his face.

"No, that sounds rather troublesome, Father."

Sitting before El Sid is his own fifty-second son, Pinot Sid. He is an honorable man who does not resemble El Sid, but he inherited the name of Sid Campeador as the successor to one of the few El Sids with peculiar skills. He is a fierce man called the Fiery Sea.

"Have you had a hard time at sea?"

Pinot laughs bitterly at El Sid's query.

"We're not struggling. but still headed for it. Even if I know I'll lose, I'm a king who can make me go in. He's a knight who can penetrate."

Overwhelmed in the sea. But this isn't who it ends with, Pinot says. El Sid trusted Pinot's standpoint. I gave it the same name because it is a being that can be my own successor. Not a lot of other opinions.

"Garnia's leftover fire, huh? Keep it in the corner of your head."

That's what El Sid says. He strokes the wound. Seeing it, Pinot takes his seat in a gracious manner.

"We're going to completely crush the rest of the fire so it doesn't burn."

El Sid snorts "Hum". Because what was cared for seemed clear. El Sid is the most heartbreaking battle he's ever had when he's touching his wounds. If you disturb it cheaply, it could touch El Sid's reverse scales. Pinot therefore takes his seat off.

But as I thought back, Pinot stops in front of the door.

"... If anything happens to me that I lose, there will surely be a satisfying battlefield for Father. Please wait for the good news"

Leaving Pinot. The pain in the wound stops when I look at that back.

"... well done son. A little more greedy, but less punishing."

Running around the head is a battle against the Knight King's main unit, which fought an awesome death battle. fierce knight king and war maiden attack. Three knights to support it. El Sid dares to melee when he sees distance battles as worse minutes than 'Bow Knight' stands in front of him. The maiden of war broke into the second blow, which he had struck to stab the knight king with a knife, even though he received numerous wounds. Even then, it was a battle that came pretty high in my memory. Sweet hour, at the end of a fervent struggle...

"My lord, my lord, my lord!

A god was born. A monster turned into a vengeful ghost. Fluent sword moves lurk, but the attack is a harsh word. Without him and those who follow him, the Knight King would have died on that battlefield. War wounds engraved by the man who remained as a shingle. Except for the giant stars, probably the man closest to the ripe El Sid. The pleasure that's going to explode when you ravage it.

"I'd like to taste the same fever as that battle again."

An unforgettable excitement. I want to go through that feeling again, close to the top.

Burning flames. You have to calm down. Because I haven't grown up with anyone to let El Sid roll yet. I've been waiting around the corner. Just a little more...

"Excuse me, Master El Sid." Vigorous "Serfimo Alonso, Chief of Division, has been defeated."

El Sid felt destined for a decree that had suddenly entered the room. Selfimo is the thirty-eighth child of El Sid. He was a brilliant man, though not at all able to give Sid Campeador. I also stand on my arm.

"Selfimo... it was certainly on the San Baltic side. Who ate it?

The person who broke it.

"Again, it's Wolf of the Black Wolf."

Someone I've heard of more than once. I've put up with the fact that it's not ripe yet.

"Right. You can back off."

Today was a bad day. It so happens that El Sid's heart was burning when he was tired. Absence of opponents to fight. At the very least, I was waiting for the backwards to grow by not being in the war. Superb talent like Wolfe was supposed to wait to grow up carefully. But...

El Sid hits a barrel of inexorable enthusiasm after the decree drops. Exploding barrels of liquor and a fountain of grape liquor by fist. But the enthusiasm doesn't show that it stays. It's impossible, but I also have the illusion that the wine he wears is boiling and evaporating.

El Sid was smiling. Have a great laugh.