Tower of Karma

"Well, that's troubling, King Gaius. The White Knight is the treasure of Arcadia, a man whom Bardias sees as his successor. Sooner or later, I will stand with Arcadia on my back, forgive me."

Airhardt protests. If Airhardt hadn't done it, Aduarto might have. So much so that William had become a big presence for Arcadia. Lack of talented young people, both Baldias and the elderly, Osvalt genealogy have lost many talented people and weakened their strength. In it, there's no way you can ask me to give you a man who's showing so much brilliance.

"But this man is not William Lewius of Arcadia. Would it be William Lewis of Lucitania? Moving from Arcadia to Garias is not difficult. The point depends on the terms. If you promise a future general..."

Gaius sees Salomon, his own katana. Nodding Salomon.

"This one is ready to have a seat in The King's Brain! And if you move, it's instant."

Now the other hundred generals looked at the surprise.

What is the brainchild of the king is the culmination of a hundred generals in Garias. What has two names that make up the king's body is one above the other hundred generals, but the brains reign further above it. They also have the right to be heard against the king, and they even have what they call the other king.

"If that's still not enough, let's do Liddy. Another princess is fine. The point is, after the rest of your death, I'll give you the throne. It's a delicious condition, because the rest will die in a few years."

All the hundred generals but Salomon set in motion. We can only call it a conversation that is too distant, a distraction. Is there going to be such a joke?

"Don't move, lads! His Majesty is negotiating. No handouts!

A hundred generals who stop the movement for a drink of Salomon. But what floated in its face was great agitation. The current "King's Brain" Salomon is convinced. This means that this situation is being created as a result of the discussions between the two of us. It is now the result of the recognition by the military and political peaks of this country of a king who gives princesses and thrones to exotic ones. Is this possible?

"You seem to be overrated."

Gaius shakes his neck.

"Oversized? The rest is never considered excessive. That's not the case with humans who have so much space at that young age. To cut off the battlefield, then it is only a means, and commerce is another means, all to become… a means. That rare ambition, upliftment, and diligence deserve the throne."

William glanced at his Lord. William finds himself in a hurry when he sees his face floating there. Not yet, when I show that 'fang'. And Gaius is stirring it up after he figured it out. I have as many words as I can to make you lose your way out.

"I also have other personal thoughts. Garias has extremed the pinnacle of the world in economic, cultural terms, but three stars, still hateful in military terms, jump around and stand in the way of the rest. The quantity can't keep up with the quality. The rest wants to take Gallias over to future generations with a perfect snail. In order to do that, we need to get rid of the three of them, and we need to get to the top of the military spectrum."

Gaius stared at the three giants with burning eyes. El Sid looked bored and ignored, Strakles was hearing from Ernst about the meeting, and Welkingetrics looked away with a bitter smile at the same wind.

"See, it would be hateful? But if Sir comes this way, they can't ignore the rest. Even if there is still not enough power, even the present Sir can drop a giant star if combined with the quantity of Garias and his average higher force. If it grows, it becomes a supernova that even the three giants can't reach together. And the Lord who inherited the rest will reign in the world as the White King. Then, for half a century, Gallias will be stoned."

A man who already looks half a century away. Because of its vast horizons, ordinary people cannot understand him. But William understood the man's sincerity. The future, the accumulation that I will take in that obstacle as an ally while removing the nation's biggest obstacle. In other words, among Gaius, even the three giants themselves recognized that the greatest obstacle threatening the past, Galias, was William.

"It's boring bullshit! Don't let me down, White Knight!

You thought you were rocking William's silence, and Apollonia had his sword on William. A hundred generals who see it and lay siege to it. I will not forget my duties even in the midst of confusion.

"Queen of the Red Lotus, I don't mind a plea, but don't listen to me as boring. Such a dream invitation, what do you slash and throw away with boredom?

Apollonia's eyes were burning.

"Everything! What does the status given mean? What is the value of a given vertex. It was made. That's not what I grabbed! I despise every man in this world!

Gaius strokes his white moustache.

"Status is something to be given, Your Majesty. Sir and I have been given a country by Ark. It really fits into this place, such as the ones I piled up from scratch. You can say that... from slavery to king. I couldn't have done the rest."

Apollonia is put under barometric pressure by the slight dark flames that dwell in Gaius's eyes. King of desires who wants everything. William had his first intimacy with the man in front of him. And for that matter, I also feel opposite to myself.

"But it's true that it's boring. I knew it would be boring to be fed a mess. As far as we're concerned, I appreciate the White Knight disappearing, but it can't be Garias. Then you'd better give me the Nedeluxe throne."

Rudolph's words surprised the young king of Nederks and slipped his hips. Rudolph glances at Gaius without even glancing there.

"I'd beat Garias while Arcadia's still here. That one's cool. Why would a man do that?

Wolfe also joins the plea. I have no power over my own words, but I can still do it myself enough to stir up a cool one. I don't care where William sticks to Garias for Wolfe. Still, if you identify yourself as a good enemy, you better look good.

"Young people can roar. Well, it all depends on who you are. Let's hear the answer."

All eyes gathered on William. Depending on this answer, the balance of power in the world will move greatly. The combination of the White Knight and Garias will probably create a tremendous synergy. The talent for optimal operation of out-of-digit quantities, and the breadth and depth comparable to those of the three giant stars. Above all, they both like and operate something new. It was a meal that should not be put together.

"The answer is from the beginning, King of Garias"

Gaius' eyes narrow thinly.

"I chose Arcadia. Not Garias, not Ostberg, not Nederks, not Estado. I chose Arcadia. Everything was different then and now. But the thanksgiving that I chose Arcadia for, and that Arcadia took away from me, will not go away. You mentioned me as William of Lucitania… I am William Liwius of Arcadia from the moment I step into Arcadia"

Eleonora and Carl's eyes sparkled. "Say it often," Wolfe says. Rudolph shook his head, for Christ's sake, and Apollonia nodded "um". Hundreds of generals also help as if relieved.

Unique,

"There's no more boring solution. It's just boring."

Only Gaius was making his face look bad. It wasn't the return I expected. I was hoping for a more raw, truly imminent answer, not one of these old ladies, even if they turned me down. This is something that can be said for a hundred things. This is too boring.

"Then let me give you another reason for the interesting ones"

William takes the knight's pawn. Turn it around and punch the knight's pawn into the board that was intact in the battle against Gaius' sitter, or Lydiane. It's like provoking.

"The boring word that flies from earlier, that's exactly it. That's why I didn't pick Garias. On the side of Garias, can't we have the most spectacular and interesting battle against Garias?"

Gaius looks into William's eyes. I see the color of my eyes peeking from under the mask.

"I do not want to confer on the faction of the apex. I want my camp to be the pinnacle."

Many breathed in the magnitude of the word.

And the king smiles quietly. This was the moment when the King of Desire gave up that it could not be dropped.

"There are four fools on this occasion who refused the rest of the invitation. One said he was loyal and one refused to like the rest. It's a covenant that I can't release from the rest of my mouth about the other one... but it's not funny. Can't you get a vertex at a vertex? It's hard not to know."

Gaius looks at William with envy.

"The rest is always far from what you truly want"

Gaius also twirls again and entertains the king's pawn. And struck before the knight.

"In the black of the rest of your eyes, this seat will not dawn. And on top of that, I'm looking forward to it."

The enthusiasm of his eyes was similar to that of the young lions. I arrived here with the same passion after years, probably unfulfilled, but because of it. What he wanted wasn't three giant stars or William. Because I am beyond that. They didn't even get that alternative. Thirsty too.

"I'm sorry, Eduart. You're kidding me."

An apology I don't think I'm sorry at all. Aduart answers with a nod.

"You made a scene, too. A few days from tonight it is a festival throughout Ulterior. Forget such a mess. Enjoy it a lot. Anyway, it's the biggest festival in the world."

The size of his back as he leaves with a big laugh is not something anyone can follow. The biggest city in the world is barely supported by one man. Gaius' successor will haunt his head. Because this monster is the object of comparison.

So much so that this man leads one way. The apex becomes lonely.

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The curtain closed on a stage that many watched, just one looking on the board was Estaard's talented woman.

"... everyone's gone after the meeting, Elvira"

Elvira answered Dino's words only with a snort. It's like saying it's a waste of even the resources to respond.

"Was that so funny?

"... Yep. Just finished chewing. Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Dino."

"So don't do that. I told you Campeador was sidelined. I didn't admit it. Che's old man is gone."

Elvira began to squirm quietly. While immersed in the aftermath of the battle.

"At the beginning, I overestimated her strength because she was so good. Versus optimal defeat, it was brilliant indeed, but thus mismeasured my battle power difference. I'm still immature."

"No, I've heard that from your brother. At the beginning, he was able to make almost a mark, and even if those fingers interacted with each other, the difference would be hard."

"Well, 'pretty much' for that guy refers to a very extreme part of the book of military law that's spreading around the world, almost deciphering it and making it his own."

"Is that Jed Campeador's secret?"

"In the end, I never won. Perhaps, as a tactician, the White Knight and that man are close to each other. Strachez would have five minutes, or faintly that guy would have won."

"Ha, don't think again. It's a way of life."

"But if it's in action, it's the White Knight who wins. Mid-game of obsession, endgame of finding victory or not or stuffing it all at once. It took a big one, his own path, and he pointed it out in a normal way. I cut my reading across thin ice believing it couldn't be different. as if that were normal."

Elvira's brain was crawling around muddy and burning trying to find a viable path. It should have been a painful phase. Pierced formation, escaping king. A bunch of pawns to be turned down. That man pointed to it as a matter of course. That's the scariest thing there is.

"I'm sure he refers to it the same way in action. Cut off your allies, but find a way to live with the smell of mud, throw everything at you if you have a chance to win, but take it away. I used up my allies without wasting a single hand from the knight's jump in, pulling them off. Numbed."

I have a sense of respect for the generals of other countries that may eventually become enemies. I bore a big thing called my own path, and I was stuck with the usual, pointing guts.

"As for those who use it, I'm scared."

"Yeah, hence the white knight. Pure white hero. The image wraps his nature so that the heartless hero is complete. El Sido bent over, but he incorporated me into Campeador, perhaps because he anticipated the appearance of a hero like him."

"It's not like he's alone. If he's similar, there's one at the same time, and that's what Arcadia was all about. You're a genius for conspiracy. But then I was held back by the walls of the times."

Dino's eyes looked far away and then closer.

"Not always this time, huh?"

Two people in charge of the future of Estado. They have a hunch when they see a new hero. Even the wall that says Nedeluxe, any hero might stick that sword up his own throat eating and breaking. How do we fight then?

Elvira circles her thoughts quietly. For when you come one day.

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"Your fault, Daltanian."

A snake-like man stands in front of the Daltanian, a man who is called the best of Garias.

"You raise too much. I'll let you fight all the beautiful battles, so a winning general will be born. We can't fight each other like we want. Only on the board can you point to the best hand. Or that zama if she gets messed up like she did today. If you're in action, Princess, you're not gonna die today. You know what I mean, educator?"

The man's eyes had a colour of reproach for the Daltanians. And that's not wrong. Take care, I raised you too much to take care of.

"We can't beat the younger of Ostberg, where the coarse sharpening is too much. I could still afford to get messed up because I still had an understated opponent. If I did the equivalent, I'd still die. How long are you going to wear a cat? Your disciples don't either."

Daltanian bites his teeth.

"Blood knight, the man you told me about isn't staying high. Do you?

"Don't call me by that name, snake!

While they grabbed the chest barn, the cold light swayed in the man's eyes.

"Easy pride, myself. So it's important. I won't take care of you if you kill me. You can keep it with me if you want to be tough. I may be dead, but I'm gonna put it on black and white before I carry a big one. You can't do this."

Paying Daltanian's hand, the man turns his back as he corrects his collar.

"It's gonna be a sweet time. It's time to make them realize that the Garias they made will start strangling them. I always say. [M] I don't need half a hundred generals. What's the point of lining up the basin darkness? If you stick to the snails and start overlooking what's important, treat them. The same way the previous superpowers faded away."

The man walks away punching what he wants to say.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me.

You can say whatever you want. But the Daltanians had no words to say back.