Tower of Karma

The King's Council is a place where kings of nations exchange views directly on various agendas. Sometimes the world changed dramatically with decisions on the spot, and the influence was incalculable at home and abroad. It is the Seven Kingdoms that have a great say in it, among which the words of King 'Innovation King' of Galias, this host country, are heavier than anyone else.

Incidentally, the country of Parent Gallias is a subordinate country headed by Aquitania, as well as many geographically remote countries such as Arcadia. On the contrary, Ostberg and St. Lawrence, among others, had taken a totally hostile stance.

"Then it's too unequal, it's against our national interests."

There is no way to cower or retreat in that demon cave. Even that gentle King Ernst will not show weakness here. I cannot do anything more to the detriment of my country than stand on this occasion as king. Hence...

"I'm free. Hey."

It takes a lot of time. We do not compromise with each other, so we cannot even span half a day or a day on one agenda. Only kings of nations can participate in the floor of the King's Council. Other than that, princes or ministers are not allowed to enter.

"Why are you stopping by?"

There awaits those other than the King the largest space in the Great Hall, 'Gallo Romanes', where some exist in Tulane. This occasion, in which the heavy towns of nations exchanged opinions without abhorrence, was also one that greatly influenced the world situation as another King's Conference. Therefore all nations are bringing the elite to this king's council.

"I'm free. There's no one to talk to."

"I'm not your talker."

"That's nice. Fuck you. The princess of Arcadia is a beautiful woman. I particularly prefer the silver one. Colorful."

"Know or don't talk, don't open your mouth in the first place"

As William, I also had an idea of making the most of the occasion, but I didn't expect to be swamped by the Black Wolf. What I want to deepen my interaction with William also distracts me because Wolfe is clumped together. As a result, they were isolated, all the more in the vicious circle of Wolfe becoming involved.

"Oh, my God, Wolff. William."

Extremely is this man.

"But don't worry. This Rudolph Les Hersburgs, who I have no time for, will play with you. So, what do you do? Do you have boobs?"

Blue Guido Rudolph Les Hersburg. Regular people don't come any closer than this guy does. I can't get closer than that. You can say that this man, who has more power than the royalty, is the Nederks themselves. And he's also a tremendous freak. Nobody tried to get involved because they didn't know where the grave was. Untouched by God, is.

"We have a boring argument about whether the common folk think it makes sense. Look at that face. It's gonna blow."

"Is that funny? Those are the words of the people with all that power. It would weigh a fortune, wouldn't it?

"No, no, no, that's old. William, you know what I'm talking about. This King's Council doesn't make sense anymore."

Rudolph's voice was pretty loud. Even the size of this Gallo Romanes is irresistible. The gaze of the enclosure gathers.

"Even the Seven Kingdoms is a framework. I don't know what will happen. It's a time when we have to think only about surviving in every country. Who likes and coordinates? How can you trust and coordinate with anyone? I can't believe it anywhere. Then it doesn't make any sense, and so does this place."

Rudolph's words were full of irony about the occasion. It even contains incitement.

"Then it makes even more sense, right? Stop talking just to stir it up, Gyeong-guko. In order to survive, there are places to see where their weaknesses are, how strong they are, and how much they should be. You're the one who said it, right?

Rudolph gives a deep grin.

"Come on. But you've already identified him, haven't you?

"I don't know. And you can't see as many fangs as you're hiding."

William was laughing under the mask again, too. It's the same kind of laughter that floats at each other.

"I've been in power. It's a nasty belly searcher."

Wolff shook his head, for Christ's sake. I also have trouble being able to blossom into conversations that are boring to me like this. Wolfe eats at the top of the scene because of his strength, but he is no different than a mercenary. It wouldn't be interesting to hear conversations between powerful people or anything like that.

"Oh, you've got some kind of hedgehog. Let's go check it out."

Forced to end the conversation, Wolfe urged the two of them to move. Both William and Rudolph decided it was no use exploring each other any more. We cut out the conversation because we were certain that the other person would not spill anything important.

"Are you sure that desk over there had Estado tits playing Strachez?

"What's your name?

"Sorry, I'm only interested in boobs."

William took his gaze off Rudolph in disdain. Rudolph takes the initiative rather by being ignored and takes a little walk in front of William. Basically, the sexual roots are rotten.

"Which... uh, I don't know. It's the one."

"I'm referring to Estado's tits unchanged, oh, Arcadia's blonde. I'm him. That's good. - Lose!

Elvira's opponent was Carl von Taylor. I don't know why Carl is fighting, but I guess the big parchment decorated behind Elvira with a number of inscriptions is the winning number. If you look at it like this, how many victories have you won in less than half a day? And now, there was another sign about to increase.

"I'm not very good at it either... but maybe you're a blonde. You lose, right?

Whoever sees it loses. situation that even William can't help. Carl is desperately twisting his head, but there is no reversal from this situation.

"I don't think this makes any more sense......" The Shield of the Ether "which"

Elvira encouraged her to lose only in good faith.

"I'm sorry. But I'd like to try some more. I haven't gotten out of this battlefield."

Carl thought carefully and proceeded slowly with the pawn. At that moment, the fluttering wind converges into a single sword. It's as if the Arcadia sword and the man in question hold together an atmosphere.

"Interesting hands."

William smiles. Never the kind of hand the battle covers. Of course, if you mistake some of them, you may cover them, but their opponent is Elvira, famous as Wisdom General. The battle with Marslan and Jacqueline in his hand is new to memory.

"A little sooner, if you could have stripped my fangs... it would have been a fun fight"

The finest compliment for the undecorated Elvira. Dino, sitting next to him, also opened his eyes lightly. And the sword of the wind scratches off, inhibited by multiple walls as it gets in more trouble. Only a worn out board and a stuffed king remained.

"... we lost"

Carl proclaimed that regrettably. William had never seen much of that regrettable face. Perhaps it's the feeling I wore after entering Browstat, away from William's hands. If you can do that kind of face, it still stretches.

"Good day, Carl. It was a good scratch."

"Uh, hey, you've seen me embarrassed."

Well, there's another sign of victory on parchment. Everyone shakes their heads if they can't win. I guess I've slaughtered a lot of arm pride so far. The challenger is unlikely to show up. The moment Dino tried to make a move...

"Can you lend me a board if I'm going to do the shopping?

A slightly taller woman emerged from between the hedges in. Surrounded by unexpected characters. Because she was a hundred generals of Garias and a high royalty among Garias, Lydiane de Ulterior.

"Dear Lydiane, you know. You mean a challenge?

Dino's question. But Lydiane shakes her head.

"No. Lord Elvira is certainly an interesting opponent. But right now, there's someone else I want to deal with. I want you to lend me a board and a pawn for that, that's the wish."

Elvira moves her glasses in a grumpy manner. Words as if those who are stronger than themselves are in this place. Above all, Aoyagi let go of her interest in herself, I was angry about that. If you're on the battlefield, you're no match for El Sid. But if it's Strachez, she has confidence that no one can beat El Sid.

"That's a little rude, Liddy. I'm sorry, Lord Elvira. This kid lacks a little common sense... I just wouldn't ask him if I told him. I beg your pardon for the impossibility, but would you please loosen your seat? I'll make sure you're angry later."

The moment I saw the man who showed up, Elvira's face exploded. I give up my seat and hide in the shadow of Dino. It was the voiced Teng himself, the Hundred Generals, and the 'Left Arm of the King' Daltanians who were opening their eyes to surprise at the oddity.

"Uh, a Daltanian? I see, Elvira won't give up her seat either. This guy is a fan of yours. Genius for knitting out numerous tactics, including Daltanian Stradiot. Strong colored men on the board and on the battlefield. And there's no gap because there's a sword."

Dino nods his tongue and looks at Daltanian. There was a lot of room for the dusty and smiling Daltanians. Did you take that as an incitement. Dino grins furiously.

"Thank you for giving up your seat. Well, let's do it fast, William."

Ignoring those two completely, Lydiane's gaze had just been poured on one person.

"Eleonora tells me you want Strachez. Quite an arm, isn't it? I'd love to give it a try."

Lydiane's sudden offer. The reason I said no was because...

"I don't know if you'll be satisfied... but I'll point you to one station"

- None.

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Parchment is given to both of them. Write down the initial formation here. The first battle that can sometimes be determined to win or lose at this point. Anticipate the opponent's tactics from among the many options to choose a corresponding battle type. William silently writes, Lydiane purposefully roaring.

"That's fine with me."

"I don't mind this, either."

Exchange parchment paper with each other. And then you line up the battle patterns that are written there. After the line was over, the cheer boiled from the gallery. Among the hedges that were growing at some point were Airhardt and Eleonora, Garonne of Aquitania, as well as the hundreds of generals of Stracres, El Sid and Galias, who also looked from afar.

"Is the White Knight Daltanian Stradiot? The guts to pick it up here in Gallias. Okay."

William chose Daltanian Stradiot, now regarded as the best. At its peak as a tactic originating in Garias, it is also somewhat effective against numerous metas, with fast and strong shapes in the first place. Knowing this game would first make this form, its derivative form, a powerful option.

"Now the opponent is the talented woman Garias is proud of, and the fifth place in the right to inherit the throne is not Dada. Bad hands."

Daltanian smiles small as he listens to the words of the other hundred generals. Initial formation deployed on the board. The shape also looked familiar to the Daltanians.

I've stacked hundreds of opposing stations with Lydiane. It is now Lydiane who has continued to devour the real Daltanian Stradiot. The measures are adequate. The aim was a good one.

"I listened to you, I danced with you last night, and I considered the person who would say you as me. You will take this type of war. [M] I was so sure."

I understand with William. A mountain of books piled up in front of you, is precisely the du of knowledge. Daltanian breaking from the front that I didn't think of myself. Daltanian Stradiot also had shortcomings. But when all the existing measures were taken, they were in a way that cost a lot.

Hence the best. But her battle type draws a line with the existing one.

"It's very different from the previous Daltanian breaks. Liddy's It's"

First published in Japan, except perhaps for the Daltanians and the most recent. There's nothing other countries can know. It was so plain a snail that I wanted to twist my neck to see if I could take care of it. That's why the application is good. And if you can eat the best...

"Well, have we made a little difference? This is not funny as a battle then. I'd like to bump into you on the same terms as you."

Daltanian, and the other samurai frown. Lydiane took the lead and was advantageous. Instead of taking advantage of it, collapse and start over. This is too crude to play with. I can't help being taken for granted.

"Change your battle pattern. I want to see how I respond to this."

"Liddy!"

A suggestion that went too far. The Daltanians can resist. But Lydiane doesn't change one expression.

"Instead -"

I unleashed my words so that I could put them over Daltanian's voice.

"This battle, winning is better listening to one another's wishes. Let's make that kind of bet."

The perimeter was squatted. The Daltanians also open their eyes. Wolfe and Rudolph seem interesting, so I was sending a compliment.

"My wish is simple. If you lose, the White Knight will be mine. That means getting Garias to belong. Wouldn't that be easy?

And quiet back to "Gallo Romanes". Wolfe is still laughing, but Rudolph's eyes aren't. Nowhere are there situations where there are only heavy towns in other countries, the funny ones, etc. The White Knight descends to Garias. Even giant stars were peeling their eyes at the magnitude of things.

"Take it or not, if you will, let me know what your wish is."

The look on the face of the White Knight is invisible in the mask.

"That's terrible, Liddy! Why are you bullying Master William, Arcadia?

Eleonora's voice sounds. Lydiane laughs bitterly when she hears that.

"I understand your disrespect for Arcadia. I feel sorry for you. [M] But it shouldn't be a bad story for William. I'm going to get him a hundred chairs. Land is also available for Xalpina. Well, I think it's better than his current position."

The Arcadia faction was originally incapable of pronouncing words in other countries. Lydiane is seriously trying to pull through William. Meaning that one of the nowadays novel stars just serves a thick layer of galias.

"I see, if it is, it is fine with that condition"

It was Airhardt who reacted faster than anyone to William's words. The gaze directed at William holds so much anger that I've never seen it before. He's threatening to betray you with his eyes. Eleonora will look sad too.

"Then change the plate. I can stay like this. Tell me what you wish for."

"You don't need to change the plate surface. I don't have any particular wishes."

Lydiane's expression gets stiff. Twitching, feeling like something is going to stick. The true fangs hidden by the White Knight. One of the scales flickers.

"All I'm saying is play. Let's go easy, Princess."

"If you're treading that you can win from this situation, I'll tell you that's a sweet reckoning"

A mountain of knowledge that I have built up. Enough opponents to bump it. Lydiane was excited. It's not a deal to lose. I guess I'm treading that I can win out of this situation. My chest jumps at that. My heart dances to myself smashing it.

"... Bet or Rudolph, which wins"

There's still a grin on Wolf's face.

"It's not a bet, I guess"

There was also a grin sticking to Rudolph's face. Rudolph laughed when he felt stunned by the fact that William was moving to another country, his behavior from it, his words and actions, and that leaked atmosphere. I just have to laugh.

"As per the rules, I'll take the lead. Let's call it a war."

The remnants of the twisting, seeping atmosphere. Those with a good nose who could smell it deepened their grin. It's been a long time since I've felt it, stimulating the nasal cavity of a wolf. I almost had zero saliva.

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The battle on the board, which was the beginning of a turbulent war, shifted to out-of-the-box plain. No particularly interesting hands, no shaking hands. to the results as initially drawn.

I mean...

"Liddy's dominating, you're getting pretty skewed out of development."

As Daltanian pointed out, Lydiane prevailed on the plate. I can tell you that this situation is very biased after the opening battle. Lydiane's early formation was meant to break William's early formation in the first place, and this state is normal if it changes plainly.

Elvira sees Lydiane's battle pattern, her best defeat, and understands that she is not one of them. Whatever the measures were to become Elvira, I had no choice but to admire the pointing around, which did not take the trouble so far, which devoured the best with minimal burdens and builds advantages from the beginning.

…………

William moves the pawn silently. There's nothing special about that move. The hands to which Lydiane responds are also not special but known in scope. That's enough. The entrance to the mid-game, still keeping the advantage Lydiane built at the beginning.

"Well, I can understand that we're going with the best of hands so far. And finally, there is no aftermath... we must understand each other."

Lydiane opened her mouth.

"I can't go wrong. I've studied it from here on out. Because the most tried counter-state in my life is against Daltanian Stradiot. I can't fail to point. I mean, you lose."

Lydiane's declaration of victory. I've just finished the beginning game and it seems to me pretty quick because this is the middle game from here. Still, there was no light of joke in Lydiane's eyes. You will be crushed as you are, and you will give yourself ownership. I'm asking William if that's okay.

"Or were you going to go down to Garias from the beginning? Then you wanted it to be a little better. While accepting the change in initial formation, it was best for you to lose"

Did you finally cut the paralysis on that word? Airhardt tries to move forward. It is impossible to take away William, who is now my driving force and the bigger pawn I am than my brother, and more importantly in front of what I see. It is also a huge loss for Arcadia. I don't know how much stuff I've given this guy.

"Stand back, Your Highness."

The move was blocked by Carl von Taylor, who was abruptly allowed to join the King's Council by Osvalt's election. Airhardt silently pressures Carl, who is supposed to be a Felix in his position.

"Your Highness, William is unbeatable"

"What's the point in your discernment? Now he's being pushed. At its end are very attractive conditions rolling around. Upon receiving this battle..."

"Yes, at the time of this battle, it was William's win"

Airhardt clogged the words. The perimeter gaze also turns toward Carl. Even Lydiane took her eyes off the board and set her gaze on Carl.

"I don't know how to compete with me. I know it's a defeat now, but I can't see what's going to happen next. But there's only one thing I can assure you of."

Carl looks at William's back. That back I've seen many times. If I was chasing that back, I'd be incompetent for some reason. Carl has felt much of what his back has told him. That's why I know.

"A man named William Lewis hates defeat. He's a man who disappears if he loses enough, and doesn't even want to run away. He's the man who broke Ostberg, even if he incorporated that into his tactics and couldn't beat Strakles. Above all, that's how we crawled up. Run away from unbeatable opponents and beat them firmly"

A sense of trust. Emotions sprouted from many of the things he brings to a man named William.

"At the time of receiving the battle, among William, we were well identified. I got the fight because I thought he could definitely win. If it was ambiguous, I would have avoided it. He's here now because he didn't make a difference."

Carl has known William on the battlefield since the beginning. I'm having the most painful time with you. How unreasonable it would have been, how much misery it would have been, scorned not by merit but by origin, and not even 'now' reached the position of merit. As I crawled through the ground, I couldn't go wrong for once. Well, then...

"Carl, you talk too much. It's not a word, it's a result. You were right."

William moved the pawn all the way. It was moved too unmanipulatively, it was too harsh a hand. Lydiane looks at William. The weight, the pressure, the battlefield of the murderous.

"I thought you were a little smarter. This is not the best hand."

Lydiane releases her hand to blame for that one hand. Just a dead pawn with one hand. Without omitting it, William let go of his hand to attack even more without getting a haircut. That's another dead soldier. A hand whose death has been confirmed since the beginning. It is pawn loss.

"You think you can win if you disturb me?

"It's up to you. immature lady."

People are different than they were earlier. The plate surfaces that were walking along a straight line so that each other could not fall instantly disappeared. Hives with one hand, destroys everything with two hands, and with three hands...

"Knowing is less than half of what you feel"

There was chaos on the plate. The room disappears from Lydiane's face. Lydiane doesn't know where we're going. I've never fought anyone who points a finger at such a joke. Not prettier than anything. One station of art where each other shreds waste, points to their best hands, and completes. That was Strachez for Lydiane, her beloved play.

But the mud created by the evil ascension in front of us is a thing far from where it is. Forced to flee the king from the torn open path. It was Lydiane who gained more scratches for it and, in the end, took a greater advantage.

"In a known way, you beat me. If you beat me with sensitivity... you win."

Deep, deep, too endless an abyss. A peek is a young talented woman. Fallen in is a white knight who is maturing. From here on ahead is a known place, an ocean of chaos that everyone will never see. The talented woman saw the tower of her body. Thousands of bodies there, the white king at its apex.

"Come on, let's fall together. Unseen abyss, to the bottom of it."

Wolf's grin deepened. Rudolph's face stiffened. The Daltanians, Garonne, the other hundred generals change their complexion. Strakles gets up and El Sid peels his eyes off. Elvira, Dino, Lester and Eving felt the smell of battle on the board, which was only supposed to be a play. I saw the smell of intense blood, the incense of iron, and the king of the body that lay at its end.

"This is William. Your Highness."

Carl was also stunned to feel William grow. It had reached so much depth. We've grown so much in the journey from Carl's eyes to this point.

Airhardt has finally exposed that emotion. The emotions that have been suppressed so far erupt when this atmosphere hits me. Felix saw the look on his face.

Claudia also turns a blind eye.

"William von Lewis"

The man looks good in moonlight. A beast floating on the moon and night stripped his fangs.

The fangs were infinitely closer to the giant stars, in both breadth and strength. Another person from yesterday when I walked Gallias. The quality of the atmosphere is too different. And this is William on the battlefield. authentic of the White Knight.

The advantage is still Lydiane. However, her end-of-life diagram, which is her sphere of study, was brittle and collapsed. It is the unknown realm that spreads before you, the path of the fool. The hand has a lot of combat power eaten from the opponent. There are no losing elements. If you point it right, you'll always win.

Victory. But the king could not be captured. And this game is a game of packing kings.

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Those who felt the atmosphere were among the kings of Tulane besides' Gallo Romanes'. Apollonia, who was being stood up, immediately turned her face to 'Gallo Romanes', and Galerius also turned her gaze towards you with a surprised look. Welkingetrics deepens his smile.

"Um, then this matter is good enough. I'm just a little tired for the rest. Let's dance today."

The other kings turned a surprise eye to the man's suggestion. This is not yet a situation where we can decide what to do. Rather, the debate should have come from here.

"Please wait. Are you sure?

"Hmm? I didn't feel the need to talk any more about the rest, though? He says no. It makes sense to put it into that framework if it does. The Western princess won't break a word for nothing. Because for the princess, we are equal eaters."

A floor that goes out of tune with a man's words. And the man hit his knee and stood up.

"To tell the truth, the rest of the interest is not already here. Forgive me."

There was no such thing as a voice on the back of a man who refreshed himself and followed this occasion. Even Apollonia was crushed by its vibrancy.

"Do you pressure me? Lord of Tulane."

The man's name is Gaius de Gallias. Lord of this Thurrain, king of Galias, the superpower. He is the tallest man in the world. And the world called him the 'Innovation King'.

"Now, how is the Lord the sign that inspired the rest?"

Gaius laughs. Feel the fetus move of an interesting being.