Tower of Karma

The Royal Palace of Ulterior, the world's largest building, "Tulane". Before that, most hundred generals had assembled. There are hundreds of generals that Garias is proud of, and of course many that cannot be put in this seat. # 1 population, # 2 land area, economic and cultural origin, the greatest force protecting it.

"Liddy, I'm waiting for your sermon later."

"Ho, have I found out? That's a difficult thing to do."

Neutral women with no reflection at all make great stretches.

"But it would have been interesting, wouldn't it? After all, the festival doesn't have to be like this."

"It's not just a festival... it's a mismanagement coming from all over the country."

"I don't care what a second-rate country tells me I can't enjoy that. That's what doesn't matter."

Lydiane and Daltanian stand at the center of the Hundred Generals. The top 100 general seats, one with blood muscles and the other with track record. The generals who live side by side also show signs of uniqueness.

"Nevertheless, you will receive my sermon."

Voices are heard from people closer to the center than Lydiane or Daltanian. Lydiane listens to the voice.

"Don't water my excitement, Salomon."

"Because of this in my work."

Lydiane gets a bumpy look. Salomon watches the scene peacefully. Ulterior on purpose. The largest city in the world is shaking. If you wait a long time, your enthusiasm will reach this royal palace in White Asia. Because the elites of each country that unleashes it gather.

"It's time to come. Ladies and gentlemen, be ready."

The first wave is coming. Lydiane smiled. Lydiane's organised itinerary, the only country that bumped many and celebrated the festival, let them walk the shortest distance without bumping anywhere. A nation that Lydiane looked forward to both publicly and privately.

Everyone stands up and lives side by side. It's like intimidating. Arrangement of hundreds of people with the prestige of Gallias. Everything that passes through this place is exposed to their heavy pressures. Every single one is inferior to a giant star. If all of them join the party, they can't handle it with a giant star, the heavy pressure of this world's greatest power.

"Oh... you look a lot bigger"

The white flag was frightened. Seeing the man leading the group, the hundred generals' complexion changes.

"Oh, my God, you have such a vibe. Yeah. Sensitive. And I'll pull it out properly."

"Big. If it's just size, it's close to a giant star. That's the head of the division, so that country is too blunt."

A white man leading a white country. Bring together pure white and give off a clean atmosphere. But its heaviness carries more weight than black. White clothes, white steel, and red blood colour him. The man was wearing a mask that he was synonymous with. Walk this city wide as if it were a battlefield.

"Isn't Baldias beyond it? The rate of growth is unusual. It's been the last few years since I've heard your name, hasn't it? It's a delicacy, even a measure here in Garias."

The Arcadia kingdom, led by a white knight. A white knight is pulling them all up.

"You don't know which one is the main obedient. You're marching fine, but you've already been eaten pretty good, haven't you? I feel like I have a child that doesn't fit my height."

The royal nobility also marches across the white horses, but it is as if they are less conspicuous than the white knights, who are on foot. Of course, although the king refrains from doing so in the carriage, there will no longer be a better side to the Arcadia King than the White Knight, other than the crown.

"The only thing you feel like Airhardt is up against. It's just that most of them are royal labels."

"Hey."

"No, there's another one. Confrontation, I have a story for you."

One of the hundred generals looks right behind William at the man walking as he comes. Put together a golden hair, white based costume. White, a man with softness in contrast to a silver man.

"It's not a good deal to tell by the samurai scale. Is that Carl von Taylor, the" pale shield "? I don't know more than rumors."

William with a vivid impression, for better or worse, and Carl with no intense impression but in the corner of his head. By contrast, they don't mix together. It only comes to mind because it doesn't mix together.

"Either way Arcadia would be a white knight. Exceptional at the point of walking at the head of the Seven Kingdoms with that youth. In addition, the knight is an Inhuman and goes up as a civilian...... that position still carries all the downside. The fact that the heterogeneity stands out"

I can see that William is overwhelming just because he hasn't been drunk. Carl is too powerless to hold it together. The royal aristocracy has not yet become a battle outside the Arcadia, nor has it become a battle outside the realm. Even Airhardt...

The look on Airhardt's face...

"Welcome to Garias Ulterior! And to our palace, Tulane! This is Tulane's first guest, the most prosperous spear your country has ever built for the King's Council."

Standing at the center of the great ascending staircase lined with hundreds of people was the 'Left Arm of the King' Daltanian. Hearing Daltanian's mouth, William shifts silently from the leading center to the left. Carl behind also shifted to the right as he nicked again. And in the middle of nowhere...

The luxury carriage stopped. Look at that. The two left and right kneel down and bow their heads. It is a perfectly breathtaking move, a slight move but a roaring one that sees.

"Newly built or the greatest, the most beautiful Tularn. Too brilliant for a voice."

It was King Arcadia Eduardo who emerged from the carriage. Two more beautiful princesses escort them from behind. When I saw that brilliance, an "ooh" and an exclamation burst out. Arcadia princess sisters famous for rumors. My sister Claudia is glossy and glowing silver moon. My sister Eleonora glows with joy, a golden sun that illuminates the earth. Dazzling, supple, down stood two goddesses.

And in line is the royal family of Arcadia. Next to Eduart are two princes descending from horseback riding. Felix on the left, Airhardt on the right. Claudia and Eleonora refrain behind it. Behind you are the ministers.

Exactly. Arcadia's supreme power was gathering.

"Thank you for inviting me. My first honor, let me keep it."

A group of people walking the big stairs ahead of Aduart. Walk on a red carpet with gold embroidery. For the first time since they all passed, Williams looked up. Protect your back, because your head is already swallowed up in the safest space in the world.

"Well... shall we go too?"

"Yeah, I'm nervous. I'm still shaking my hands."

"... no, it's not over yet. You're nervous until you're tight."

In the midst of wanting to curl out of tension...

"... Hey, William. What's this?"

"I don't know. I just don't like hot gaze."

Heat burning out the skin. It wasn't fear, it wasn't pressure, it was just a huge amount of heat poured into a place where there were two of us. Out-of-digit, out-of-standard, too out of common sense atmosphere.

"Woohoo, you've finally met me, William Lewis! I missed you, I missed you! My hunch was right. You are the man of my destiny, my beloved man, bound by red flames!

The hundred generals of Garias, who lived side by side, Arcadia's supreme power, who had already climbed and climbed down the stairs, the world's largest Tourane, the queen of enthusiasm with all without teeth, had poured everything on William. I can't read the look on the faces of the knights standing behind me. In the first place, I can't take my gaze off the Queen of the Red Lotus.

"William, who knows? He's confessed with great momentum."

"No, there's no direct knowledge. But there's only one person in this world with this kind of vibe."

Apollonia of Arkland awaited the words of Nico and William. We believe in each other's destiny. I'm sure William feels the same way about himself, such certainty. The problem is...

"Hey William... I'm looking at you with a very exciting face"

"Ignore it. Keep going. We're going to Tulane. His Majesty cares too. Do you ever get caught up in a fool and let down your ratings?"

William himself had never had any special feelings for Apollonia at one time. There's no way I could have such feelings even though I've never even met him in the first place. Daughter of a man in the way of his own path, a masterpiece of a lot of noise in the world, recognition to that extent. Having instantly spotted these two twins, Carl had no choice but to laugh bitterly.

William and Carl turn their legs to Tulane, ignoring them as they are. Apollonia nodded yeah when she saw that. With a full smile,

"You're shy, you have a deep itch. Yeah, it's still good."

Probably only take any action very well now. The queen was completely floating. Baylin behind him was dissatisfied, and Medraut had ordained a hundred generals lined up without any sincere interest.

"But fate meets..."

I was just floating around.

"- It should be dramatic!

There was a tremendous amount of heat between each other's blades. Apollonia has been keeping pace in one foot. William instantly responded and pulled out his sword. Carl has a surprise look next to him.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you? White knight!

"You know what! Are you an idiot? Where do you think you are?

Yes, this is Tularn's eye and tip of his nose. Pulling the sword out here would be no choice but to be taken as a clear hostility to Garias. This time they are allowed to carry swords because of the King's Council, but at this point in time, the guards and all but the hundred generals have been unequipped.

So the outrage of pulling out the sword and matching the blades.

"Apollonia of Arkland! If you want to soil Tulane's knee any more, we have something for you!

A drink of Daltanian. Apollonia laughs with her nose feeling the gushing atmosphere.

"What do you think, White Knight, that seems to be the head of Garias. Look at the others, all of them. Sounds good when it comes to granularity, but it's just a bunch of half things. Now it's a superpower. You can eat it."

Is there just a distinction, Apollonia, whispering in William's ear? William narrows his eyes. I'm never nagging you. Some opponents don't know if they can win even now. But what I thought was together.

"I'll see you around. My beloved enemy."

That's what Apollonia says to William.

The motion also kept the place busy again. Especially on the stairs.

"I'm sorry, the generals of Garias. No way. He's been floating in the festival heat. Apologize for your disrespect."

Everyone understands that it is an apology that is not in their hearts, but we cannot have problems in a situation where countries are going to push us as furious. If Apollonia says it will pull, then it is a curtain for now. However, Apollonia's gaze was now poured solely on William.

"It's a promise."

"... marking. She's not in love with me."

William muddles his lips. And the hand was the right arm, which was the dominant arm, and the arm of the sword that was put together. Karl stares at the tremor in his arms with worrying eyes.

"At that young age, a woman would wave such a sword... then she would give up her throne too"

Probably the closest thing to a giant star right now would be Apollonia. I could understand with only one hand. This is the power of the chosen monster. A lonely king looking for someone to dissipate his overflowing talents. I'm looking to reveal a talent that's too strong. And it seems that William was unknowingly recognized as his Apollonia counterpart. It is an annoying story.

"It's the first time you've met a pure mass of talent."

Even Kyle has it now by his daily efforts. William and the others are finally here after all their efforts. Everyone goes for the pinnacle with a hard day of acid. By contrast, that kind of smell of mud doesn't come from Apollonia. I would have been stronger if I had done whatever struggle I wanted, a woman promised victory from the moment I was born. Talent, just a word of her strength. Victory, that's the way she walks.

"The world is wide."

"We're still here. Carve it firmly in your eyes. And output to Gilberto or Hilda. This world seems more difficult than I thought."

As I walk down the big stairs, I see William with a curious eye, and I can smell talent from there as well. How many talents and how many Yingjie are gathered in this Wolteriol alone in the first place? The view from Tulane's large staircase was the crucible of a mighty atmosphere.

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"It's a sharpened sword. Terribly dense and very strong. Something that I don't convey all the time. Well, my hunch was right."

Apollonia speaks with pleasure. It was Medraut staring at it with cold eyes.

"They didn't seem to do it to me."

There is no sway in Apollonia's smile when you hear that.

"Soon you'll only see me. If we meet on the battlefield, there will be no response. Today we meet for the first time, that's all."

Apollonia's unsubstantiated confidence, Medraut wanted to laugh with his nose. For a long time, I think that the Lord is a romantic, and that sort of thing passes.

"That man will be helpful to you. Somehow the body is forged, but the core is mediocre, rather one falls more than the mortal. Swordsman is also somewhat more than normal. I mean, ordinary people. And the ordinary man uses so many swords. Think about what that means."

Apollonia shows her hands. A faint tremor was born there, a slight impression left by the White Knight. Medraut opens his eyes to surprise. I'm not the one who had physical talent either. He was also small in body and not for samurai. But swordsmanship is not concomitant. Hence the Knight King.

"You just built up the effort? Whatever it is, it can't be."

"Come on, it's an area I don't know. But talent is better for you, and no, it will be closer to the bottom of what is at this height. That's why I'm attracted. Too different."

How many people in this world can compete with Apollonia? Who the hell can believe that one of them is a non-talented man? At the same time that Medraut turned his suspicious obsession, Baylin was also an incredible thought. So much talent is supposed to be absolute. There can be no effort beyond that.

It is an effort to ride on top of talent. The magnitude of the talent also determines the amount of effort ridden. In other words, people's limits are determined from the moment they are born. Most things die without reaching their limits. Apollonia's height, however, is no longer unlimited to its limits. It is not the summit on which ordinary men ascend. But now the White Knight is getting stuck. It is not hard to imagine that it would have been an unusual way of Shura, if it had been brought about by the efforts of the ungifted.

"Over the next two weeks, we will have many opportunities to interact. Woohoo, it's fun."

Apollonia felt fully and soaked in joy the pleasant paralysis that remained in her hands.