Tower of Karma

It is customary for large parties to be held on the first day of the King's Council. In the case of Garias, in the courtyard of Tulane, the world's largest royal palace, the finest dining, drinking, music, dancing, the ultimate in luxury, there is a celebration as if this occasion were the culmination of the world.

In the meantime, William...

"Hey, why do you have to show the loser's face in my gaze?"

"Oh, you're nasty, Temee! You're hurting me pretty bad, white head! Comfort me!"

For some reason I was tongue drumming at the meal face-to-face with Wolfe. The hang-up was unintentionally a form of hatred there when we turned around once each other sat properly. I feel like I lost getting away from myself more than I happened to, but I had a gaze. It was a stare at the results that each other thought so.

"Are you sure this is comforting? Pretty miserable, but good, huh?

"... sorry. But I heard you got away with it."

"Oh, run, and I won. As planned."

Fun and Doya. William showing off his face. When I saw it, Wolfe ate it. Stuff in a full cheek and swallow all at once. It would be about this man eating like that on this occasion. Too much manipulation.

"Get out of the way. I lost! My men lost as much as Akane did, and now it's a tiny mercenary regiment. Maybe I can say regiment. I don't know. Hey, you can drink temee too!

And Wolfe was drunk. William sighs.

"I was in too much of a hurry. I didn't have an objective view of myself."

Wolfe slammed to her desk. Regret is likely to cry even now, enhanced by the power of alcohol. William opened his mouth when it wasn't sneaky to let him just go ugly like this.

"Well, honestly, I sympathize. I wouldn't have made that situation, but I'd be betrayed by El Sido in front of me and Sambalto in the back. It's packed at the moment of the situation. Whoever scratches cannot escape. Unless you're stronger than El Sid."

William sees El Sid forming near the Kings, who are the guest of honor. Bigger than you can imagine, Giant, even bigger than Kyle. It is no longer a joke-like sight that even Strakless as small as Kyle looks. More than half a century of fierce fighting on that one, just thinking the experience is on it makes me sweat cold.

"Exactly. I'm going beyond him! A year or two, in the meantime, I'll definitely knock you down! Otherwise you probably won't win for the rest of your life. I can't keep up with the speed of the world."

William closed his eyes quietly to Wolfe's words. Wolfe's sense of body is probably the same as William's. Probably a year or two ahead of us in battle. The two of us thought this was the only place to peak growth, how much to stretch here and how much to build up.

"Wait and the giant stars will fall too. Old will surely hunt them down."

"Don't be silly. It doesn't make sense if we have to beat those guys in full season. If you said such a long thing in the first place, it would all be eaten by that red-haired woman. That's a masterpiece. Things are different."

Yes, the speed of the world is becoming a speed that doesn't even allow for a long setup. If you wait, you can widen the difference. If the Red Queen eats the experience she was supposed to get, that's the big damage. The blue man moves too. Even Garias has a lot of young talent. In five years, the force map will change dramatically.

"We'll get stronger with each other. Uh. I... would never... gu"

Wolfe is drunk by a sleeper who comes from intoxication as it is. William sighed when he saw it. Gasp your own head.

"You got no hands or feet on this guy's level? How far is it from a giant star?"

If Wolfe doesn't have hands or feet right now, he's just like himself. No, it probably won't even be a battle. I was going to shrink quite physically and mentally this winter, but still feel like I saw Wolf go over William if he fights alone. The difference in power...

"Wolfe, you're just like you, getting stronger in one winter. That's all we're talking about."

A roaring voice over the top of the sky. Just words echo in the skull. Don't turn around, it's dangerous, William's intuition is ringing. Even though the person behind you has a fluffy grin, the pressure of existence alone won't stop you from trembling.

"Neither he nor you will be able to kill even us now. I work out well. I didn't think I was so talented. And I worked it out so far."

William couldn't stop the burgeoning laughter. The man behind it was William's ideal form. He had a long lean body, a supple, flexible muscle there, combining agility and strength. And there's half a century on it. Even compared to other giant stars, this man has something different.

And something about it makes William squeal.

"Even more corrupt? If you can continue to walk the path of Shura without hesitation, you are the king of the world. No one is hostile. No one will arrive. True darkness that can't even reach love, a heartless hell. Although there is no life full of happiness."

Leaving that behind. The person behind William's back. The grin that gushed, because I could understand that its mouth was a lie that I said could not kill easily. At least, you can't beat the monster behind you, The Hero King, Welkingetrics. Not yet, too much. That's what I felt.

"Whoo-hoo, it's not enough. I haven't lost enough yet. No talent. There are few paths you can choose. To reach out to heaven, to go to the end of hell, you'd have to lose it, wouldn't you? That, too, with your own hands. For the first time, you will reach our world."

It's a potent weather smile floating behind William's brain. To the image of that moment, William turns pale. At some point, we've been stepped in so far.

"I don't think I have to. The right path is happiness for people."

Advice called without turning around. That was only a word to reverse William. It's not something I can forgive. It's like I don't deserve it. I feel like I've been told that.

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William watched the sights of people freaking out and dancing. Karl was dancing with men about how he felt with King Ernst of Ostberg for some reason, with each other leading and led, what an odd structure. William watches it in a step-by-step position. William has the last seat and the last seat in his home country. If you ask me out, I don't have someone to dance with, but I don't have the strength to ask you out. Drink chicken and water in such a situation.

"Hey, White Knight. You're a lot of people."

Saying so shifted Wolfe sleeping face to face all the time, the person sitting in front of William. William only points his gaze at you.

"What can I do for you?

Him, the atmosphere and mask I don't know if it's her. The suspicious person has a full grin.

"I want you to dance with me. What, I don't have a partner either. And you came out of hand. [M] If you have to dance, it's a loss. Exactly the right one."

There is no reason to say no. But I don't even know what the person in front of me intends. It's also a masquerade in the first place, and it's suspicious inside that you're wearing a mask like William.

"I don't mind...... which one has the lead?

"Haha. That's something you can tell by dancing. Which leads, that's the story, isn't it?

A challenging, provocative grin. Honestly, William was also distracted by an earlier entanglement with the heroic king. If they take this attitude in it, they won't disappear.

"Okay. Let me lead you... Miss."

"Nice. Make sure you let me leap."

William taking the hand offered. At that moment, different pieces of information rush around. A hand is a mirror that most intensely manifests the person's life. The farmer's hands are like rubbish, and the merchant's hands are soft and often blurred. Noble hands are exactly like silk - that's all it takes.

"Well, here we are. Apparently I'm gonna be danced."

The masked figure realized defeat with a grin. Stay led by William but dance out to the center of the floor. My gaze concentrates on the two masks.

A pair who stand out more than anyone elsewhere around the frigging perimeter. Their attention was caught by that incredibility of having a neutral atmosphere with each other and masking each other, as well as the streamliness of the dance. Of course, the dance is a first-class item. Those who were leading, those who were leading, both were brilliantly pulling each other apart.

"It's hard to make you jump. Her Royal Highness Princess Lydiane."

"Hehe, did you find out? You're strong, William. Neither is Garias, the man who can drag me around like this. Because I don't like it."

It also reaches William's ear. Make it a hundred generals of Garias. That there is a princess of the stranger. Although technically he is a grandson of a king and generally comes off the princess, he was a princess in Gallias because of the exceptions created by the super-long regime of the Innovation King. The excellence was origami, and the hand that crushed the 'black sheep' crowded the world for a time.

A brilliant man stands on top. She had placed herself in a broken position when viewed from her original origins of fifth place in the right to inherit the throne in Garias, which was made up of that principle. Excellence can also be read from it. The stranger and the brilliant, I just touched my hand, and I know what I can tell by just looking at it in the first place.

Lydiane de Ulterior was such a person.

"I don't think I'm a bit tall."

"Sure, I'm tall. But my heart is meant to be a maiden. Well, that means it's fine to be dragged around besides the man I admit."

"I see. Am I wearing glasses for once?"

"That's the thing. Don't let me down, you masked man."

"Copy that. The Masked Lady."

Two moves that add even more intensity. Lydiane returns to William's lead with a tremendous response. William pulls on that speed in the form of a further ride. I won't bore you. I don't care what you're looking at, but I find it very tedious to bore the person in front of me.

"Oh, that's a long time."

"Do you want me to keep that horse? White knights seem to have talent for riding runaway horses."

Two people who were completely at the center of the venue. The royal nobles also look at the movements of the two with interest. Airhardt laughed heavily, and Felix's face as if he had chewed up a bitter bug. Claudia was unassociated and identified the highest ranking opponent in the venue. And Eleonora was staring at the two movements with a very exciting look.

"Munya...... I'm dancing at some point! For some reason, he's prominent!

Wolfe of Wake Up is jealous,

"Tits, tits, tits, tits, tits."

Rudolph was cleverly touching his opponent's chest as he danced all the time.

"... Hmm"

Apollonia grinds the glass in her hand for some reason.

"Wow, I knew William was amazing"

"Wow. Oh, you want some sweets?

Tired of dancing, Carl and Ernst watched the game while the two of us had a neat treat. Does it have a very good wavelength or just a neat atmosphere in a space with two people? Poof, fluffy, giggling and grinning all the time.

Accelerating dance. William distorts his face as he dances. I didn't like this speed range, but I was remembering someone I didn't know if they were clever or clumsy enough to dance well here. None of these fools are attracted to William for nothing but their instrumentalities.

(Crap. Shake it off. Such a woman, she'll be the one to cut it off!)

Loose aristocratic dancing is shitty to death, but when it highpaced, it becomes a fish that gets water as soon as possible. In the midst of using it as a practice bench, William followed it as a delight even as he swung his best, with that smile on his face -

"You're not impressed. I didn't know you'd think about other women in front of me."

Lydiane follows William much more closely. And throw a provocative gaze.

"They're going to burn with jealousy."

Lydiane's demands are high at once. Even higher dimensions than earlier movements. Neither speed nor difficulty can be compared. This speed range is an area you haven't even experienced when you drag the practice bench around. Lydiane's grin deepens. Just look at me, as you speak so silently.

(Knock, knock, knock!)

It's all gone. Neither the conversation we had earlier, nor that smile, we can't catch up without focusing on everything, we can't go above. William doesn't mean he's good at dancing. It's only recently that I started dancing. Until two years ago, Carl was better.

Still the perfectionism that elevated it so far. And now, accelerate even further.

Acceleration at once and a straight line to the end point. Musicians get it too. Pitch up and stir up convergence. The two dominate the floor endlessly in such a move that instead of being pulled by it, they pull. It's only brilliant anymore. Each other is pulling each other to the limit. Rather, it is exceeding the limits, making it exceed.

"Haha! Fun, William! I'm having the most fun right now!

"I'm desperate. Let's go with the finish."

One big move at a time. And the music that ends. At the end of the day, the two of us stop nicely with the moist. Earlier moves were a lie quiet. At the end of the day I showed my aristocratic preferred end.

And the standing ovations that wind up.

"You've never let me play this far before. Let me thank you again, William von Lewis. My name is Lydiane de Ulterior. Tonight was the best night ever."

"This is the one where boredom got lost. Thank you, Dear Lydiane."

Hail Thunder applause. Two laughing in it.

"Wonderful! How nice."

They round their eyes when they see the girl running towards them. The girl in charge steps over the dress. It was the two beauties who supported it. He slowly exceeded the speed at which he had danced with momentum until earlier, supporting the girl well.

"I'm sorry, Master William. Me, in Doji."

Eleonora got a soggy face. William, who sees it and thinks what a voice to speak to. But...

"It's also a woman's strength for Doji to be gorgeous, Eleonora. I missed you."

Lydiane spoke first. Then kneel still and gently mouth Eleonora's little hand. "Well," said Eleonora dyeing her cheeks.

"Who are you?

"Your knight, and your friend. Nice to meet you, I'm Lydiane."

"Well!? Are you Lydiane?

"That's right. Your correspondent. It's more beautiful than rumors."

That's what Lydiane takes off her mask. What emerged from inside was still a neutral face. But at first glance with women, it was also a combination of attraction to the extent that I could tell.

"I'm surprised it's bigger than I thought. That dance was so good."

"That would be an honor. Well, with his help, yes. Come on, Arcadia knight, this is where it's real. Escort the princess gently."

Lydiane lets William grab Eleonora's hand for her chills. At that moment, Eleonora's cheeks burn. Seeing it, Lydiane closed one eye and retreated.

"Hehe, this evening has just begun. Have fun."

The music resumes. And now those who had not danced until earlier began to dance together. The venue itself was feverish. Wolf the Black Wolf catches and dances a well-acquainted Rheinberga. Rudolph plots to touch Elvira's tits are also inhibited by Dino's walls. Seeing the look on El Sid's face ahead, the servant Rudolph was also forced to retreat. Apollonia danced. I do, but I'm not really good at it, so I eat. It was indescribable how Baylin was smiling and serving beside it. By the way, Medraut was dancing appropriately catching his opponent.

A more difficult move than earlier. I'll dance you loose, moist, to your opponents, William. Lydiane is immersed in pleasure looking at Eleonora's face that looks fun. The night is finally starting to move.