Tower of Karma

"With that said, how did Wolf know where I was?

Wolfe grins bitterly at Claude's abrupt question.

"Look, my penis is running with his sword pulled out, okay? Make some noise. I can't help but stand out. Well, I was on my way there, too, so you're saying it was a good time. Stop, kid."

"I'm not a kid. Claude!"

"... Think about the situation."

A group of gazes wandering down the street gather at once. Wolfe sighs and strengthens Claude's cheek. "No!?" slapping Claude screaming in vain, Wolfe turns her gaze toward a group of people. To the atmosphere to which it is directed...

(You're usually confused. And if you notice like the guard just now, you should let me through. Even if it rots, the Seven Kingdoms treat it like guests of St. Lawrence's. But these guys have been hostile since the beginning. I mean, what do you mean?

Assembled movement. Doesn't it take a little while to intercept a crowd grab? Wolfe felt something disgusting about the move as if a group were to come. I don't realize it, the world moves outside of recognition, and I'm just in the stream.

(I don't care, but, well, good.)

Wolfe stopped thinking. It doesn't change what I want to do. If the flow pushes the back or blocks the way, but if it symbolizes, it's the same thing.

"Stop, Wolf the Black Wolf! Even Gallias has a handful of..."

"Hey kid. Watch closely."

"Ki, you fool me!?

Broken hips of the story, Wolfe takes an approximate step forward with an outraged knight.

"It's the fastest way to learn from him. Because you're supposed to tell me from not being good at it, for opposing poles. It's just that you're a race on this side. I can smell it. So look at my back."

Wolfe took a breath.

"My family has its origins for generations before the founding of Garias -"

"Hey, you, you're one of those knights that was there"

"Family line, what? Oh, when?

"You're not gonna pull it out? It's full of gaps, huh?

"Ki, gu, ho, ho!

Taunt the enemy in an instant, gently provoke them, let them unplug them with reflexes, and then say no in an instant.

"Heh! Yeah, yeah."

Flying neck. Spraying blood. Let's wolf.

"Hey, where do you want to go? Your boss is dead, isn't he? Do you want to keep running?

An exasperating herd. I've taken the wolf's incitement decently. I overestimated the interests of the population. There is only one mistake they have made, that they have turned their fangs in front of the wolf, that is all.

"Are you sure? I got it."

Wolf wounds healed over the winter. It's much tougher than it used to be.

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"Urgent! Wolf the Black Wolf kills Hundred Generals Joslan Deshardan in the Ulterior Noble District. He slaughtered his men and is currently on the move."

In the midst of the good fortune of the King's Council, it becomes an indifferent expression to the tragedy of the report conveyed. I didn't look like I was going to end up with nothing. Something happens, I had a feeling about it.

"... Guests seem to be crude, Welkingetrics."

Gaius' eyes are directed at the hero king. But besides things, the three biggest stars nestle in a corner.

"Which one of you pulled the blade out first? I set a limit on him. Private fights are forbidden. You may pull out your sword only if your own life is invaded. He put his life on the line and swore it. I believe him. The battle was self-defense."

"It's ridiculous. A lot of people are being killed right now. Think normally..."

"He can do it now, can't he? Who do you think is working out, King of Marcia?"

"Huh!?

Welkingetrics pressure covers the venue. Pressure that is going to be crushed just by looking at each other. He was the king of Marcia, who would make a name for himself as a medical power, but he did not have the spiritual strength to withstand the pressure. Consciousness flies and collapses like a puppet with a broken thread.

"It's too much to play with, hero king."

"Play? King of Arcadia, do you think this will fit into play? I don't think so. One event calls for further incidents. It's not over. How many stars do you think there are here? Small stars, giant stars, rising stars, falling stars. Impossible, per se, to hold in one place"

Hero King and other ragged fever. Gaius faintly opens his eyes. The man who just shredded everything to protect one, faintly showed ego. It's a sensation of a change in time.

It's an emergency report.

Now Salomon, the king's brainchild, not the decree, ascends himself.

"... the hero king is right,"

Galerius of Aquitania spills a grin.

"Now what, Salomon?

Gaius meets his belly and eyes and recognizes the troubles of things.

"Rudolph Les Hersburgs is having a brawl in a slum section, which has turned the 'wind' towards the crackdown on this. Soon the situation will seem to subside."

A report that doesn't sound so important. The kings of the nations listened, but some noticed the timidity of their place. If it's a report that's no big deal, Salomon can't even come out. I'm not lying, but some deception is scattered.

Of those who sniffed it...

"Let me sit in the middle"

"You won't be, Queen of Arkland. Now, in an emergency, you're acting on your own."

"Urgent? It just sounded like something to my ear? Or is it more important than I thought, the king's brainchild"

Salomon pushes silence. I came here to tell Gaius more about the urgency of the situation than I had to.

"As the host nation of the King's Council, I can't admit my lord, my queen."

"I said I would sit in the middle. I don't remember asking your lords for permission."

"Buh, disrespectful, there's a difference in character between kings, too!

As Apollonia and Gaius stared at each other, there was no word between them, even though the king of another country pinched his mouth. Both understand their own positions. And the other person's position.

That's why...

"We are barbarians of the Far West, we do not have enough upbringing to understand you."

Apollonia only goes our way. Gaius had no words to stop it.

"Forgive me, champion of the continent."

"If you were truly a champion, you would never have been more distressed, Knight Queen."

Apollonia's appearance. A severe earthquake runs on Gallo Romanes. The rarity that a king who can't possibly come out at this hour shows up on this occasion and is turning his legs outside. Everyone takes a breath in the queen's eyes, the fierceness of the flames that appear where they are, even though action alone catches their attention.

A knight queen whose beauty and strength coexisted. Nature and eyes go to its ferocity, its freshness.

"Coming up. Smells like a battlefield. Two! Neither, not bad."

The knights follow without question shards.

Because her usual path is their way.

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Rudolph was watching with a cross nose.

If you happen to be walking down the road, you happen to encounter a bunch of undeserved people, and the stones thrown by one of them happen to hit your forehead, and you happen to have a bad beating and bleeding, and the Rhinebelkas discover where you happen to fall in, to this day.

"Ouch. He's bleeding. Ooh."

"You're all ripped apart!

An exasperating line berca. It was rare for her, not full-faced, to dye her hands so harshly into a brutal place of work. But there's no choice. For her, for Nederks, the most important treasure has been hurt.

But in the ghetto, in the hands of invisible scumbags.

"I'm sorry. Even children know it in Nederks. Don't touch Aoyagi."

The red young man waves his sword. Those who are swept away and scattered with algae scraps.

"I don't like weak bullies... but give up if you haven't had any luck"

A white girl waves two long, short spears. Vibrant, magnificently life-threatening spear.

"Eight Ripped Taryim! Hi-ha-ha! Ta-noshi!

The black girl was happily executing those who had lost their will to war. In every way, by all means, decorate the blood, the organs, the corpses. Rheinberga's, the direct reports of Reapers, did the same thing as a business and then processed it.

In the process, they were stained. To the madness of Reaper.

"What, this?

A storm of killing that blows invisibly.

"Ya, stop, take me, who am I, Dominique de Lleyeyeyeeeeeeeeeeee!?

The imitation of Reaper dragged his guts out to one person, and Dominique de Lieble was doomed. Death like unto the others, and unto those who despised and despised. If we were to distract Fixer, he should have avoided going out on the scene. At a prominent position...

Because he can't be masterminded enough.

"Sa, an invisible compartment that shouldn't exist, Invisible. What if this place gets noticeable? It's a little mixed up, Regular Soldier. Come on, why are you hanging out with scumbags in here? You know, I see things, I get it."

Rudolph licks the dripping blood.

"Oh, you have an affordable neck."

"Oh, good. That feeling of size. It seems easy to throw."

"Let's target it. They just hung me over there."

"Black" begins to hang himself, throwing his neck at a human scratching his feet and playing with him if he is still desperate. 'White', 'Red', not trying to blame me, with an unpleasant view of it. It's the usual thing. The usual on the battlefield. Because the evil way to make the most of death is the role of 'black'.

"Do everything you can to stand out today! It's my luxury. Let's go economically, guys!

Those who respond to Rudolph's discovery and are more eloquent in atrocities. The beast is still better. These kinds of killings are a habit of intelligent humans only.

"Boy, add or minus -"

"Ouch, that hurts."

"... I won't allow it, scumbags!

"Mr. Anne, I'm chocolate."

"So much so that I doubt you have eyes."

"... but she's the strongest Nedeluxe. Beyond that, our words mean nothing. If you want to pass me by, stay strong, Father's teachings."

"What are you talking about, Bombon?"

Each young tri-colored knight takes on his or her full role. As I said earlier, Rudolph's life is to stand out. The aim is to have all the gaze directed at this invisible area. Until that reason they don't know, until they obey if their top dictates so.

"Leave Wolff alone, for once, there were Arcadia's White Knight and Nederks' Blue Guido. It moved flashly even during the King's Council. You're arrogant, aren't you, of the superpowers? I'm proud of you, Garias. Really, I know the bottom."

Rudolph nods his tongue. All he could see in his eyes was this superpower round a fat, dumb pig. He knows this blunt weight. I still feel so bad that I don't like it. Because of the country that was once a superpower - they are their own past.

It follows the same path as the old Nederks, who prided themselves on the max, the latest.

"The fearsome must fade, the fearful opponent always comes out from below."

Rudolph threw a coin at the consolation. But I don't look at the back. I don't need to see it. Even if we don't throw the race, we can see the result. It's Gaius who wins no matter how he falls. Rudolph chose 'over here' because that's not funny. To make ugly shame stand out.

"A country that doesn't get it gets pulled off. History repeats itself."

A return of meaning made false. Let the Son of God be magnificent.

His aim was to bring him closer to the truth and to paint mud on the sign itself, which he called Garias.