Tower of Karma

Initially, Valerie headed to the study at the shortest distance from her own 'work room'. But look at the many bodies that were killed by unusual rigidity on that road and change course. Many times. Fortunately, no, he never encountered a wolf more unluckily than he did 'like this'. As a result...

"... of Arcadia, William Lewius"

"I found it, Valerie!

The man appeared bloody wet, blinded by madness. To the heat, Valerie reversed her calmness. Scary is the opposite. A man showed me twelve years ago at the King's Council, in comparison to his game moves, when I think about the cold...

(... lean or withered, don't let 'me' be with the hundred generals of Garias, the lower ones)

Valerie was an excellent knight. At least until the Daltanians showed their headlines, they were expecting him to take charge of Garias' future, and it was only after his heart broke that he stopped holding the sword properly, but if he meant it, he couldn't beat those people there, he was complacent.

"If you are also a nobleman, we will decide on the female male in one stroke."

I was surprised at the battle with Roger, but there's no reason for him to lose just because he overwhelmed Roger now. At that time, I retired because I had the power to be the Son of God.

"... that's an unexpected offer. Thank you, let me take it."

Whatever the wolf is, it reaches itself if it's on that level. The man who was supposed to be the king's left and right, to the corner of it. The talent of Lambert and the like is wrong, the place is my own, proud bloodline combined with my talent...

"Huh!?

Valerie holds her head down. For a moment, the memory of that day I flashed back. He slowly kicked his opponent, who realized he could not win, and let Daltanian, Eurydice, and Kimon, all in the field of the opponent. I remember those eyes, those eyes stained with boredom.

Extremely, at the time of the award, he made a defect in front of the king, the man. My whole body said it was a boring battle, saying it didn't matter, it was boring people.

"Are you kidding me? Me, me! I'll tell you what, young man. True art, not a crude sword just ferocious! Beauty is the sword's, the martial's, the real -"

Speaking for herself, Valerie was remembering even though she didn't like it. My ideal image of the beauty I was looking for, the shortest, the best, poked around and further increased my taste. I met my ideals that day. And completely broken. Because that man embodied his ideals with half his power.

I was not chosen. I found that out.

"I'm not done yet! Die, Arcadia aaaaaaa!

Valerie pulls out her sword. It's been a long time since I've used it in action. I let it respond to the temper of a knight with a smoother response than I thought. Beautiful trajectory, it was done every night, a little closer to it, with a surprising response and certainty on my part.

(Woohoo, well, 'I' was, uh, pulled by that memory, by nightmares -)

I won. Valerie was absolutely certain of the sword.

"You surprise me. Beautiful. I see, indeed, your sword is art. Let's recognise. But strength and speed are missing. Hence..."

Coldness invades Valerie. It was an incredible thought. Indeed, the sword now is inferior to the memory of that day. Still, the beauty is more than it was when we were shredding sneezes with the Daltanians. And I don't know what this response is.

"We can handle as much as we want. We don't need power, speed, beauty."

To the appearance of the man who said so, Valerie saw the shadow of 'The Man'. That sword that made the most sense by being thorough. Finally the knight knows what that sword means. The ideals I saw were exactly half as powerful. It will be completed by instilling strength and speed in it, a true sword that "the man" would have shown in action when he finished Berger with his right arm approaching the neck and skin of Strakless.

Still, the direction is the same as far away from completion. Before that shadow...

"Ah."

Valerie's beauty was severed. The knight's right hand dances. Premature work that kills a beautiful sword, slips the blade as it is and then cuts it off. He was unlucky. And half-strength woke William out of madness.

Fever drained man's eyes. Same as that day, cold, eyes.

"My, 'me', my sword."

Hands to dance. Valerie finally became to wake up from her dreams. I've been running away since that day. Even myself if I meant it, I came this far for fear of fighting with that in mind. But it's finally over. I can't fight beautifully anymore.

As a samurai, as a knight, I am dead.

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The savage talent that appeared before the genius who was born into the famous family raised many battle merits from the first line. Violent, crude, and rough swords are forced to take victory. Gradually, all those who said that the difference that had originally been made was filled, and that such a sword could not be real in such a way of fighting, had turned into a position to speak and praise if they realized it.

Superpowers where talent emerges one after another. Still, the man obsessed. The beauty I aspired to, the results were slow, but still finally began to bud of effort, slowly, but in view of my youth, I named Hundred Generals early enough.

Young Hope of the Blood Knights, Rapid Thunder and Golden Knights. Others who believe in the gift of being a giant, the peculiarity of being a twin, and the teachings of Garias, and make it a tremendous one. It was in there, and the man was grabbing some sort of place. Even Gaius had expectations.

I therefore brought it with me. to the King's Conference that year. Gaius suggested, taking young newcomers and comparing them to each other in moves. I was going to show it off. My treasure. What do you say, Garias has a lot of golden eggs.

I meant to.

"- Winner, Jan von Zeekt"

How many times have you heard the name? To Eurydice, who should already be at the top of the world in bows, to Jean-Jacques La Bourdarias, who was dubbed the treasure of Nederks in spears, and to Garias, the blood knight in swords -

"Your sword is harsh, but only momentum. Then it's boring"

I let them conquer the Daltanians. Before that I was overwhelmed, as I said, with a 'black sheep' kimon, boring a ferocious blood knight without pinching a break if I didn't need him in person.

Gaius is not the only one. The kings of all nations were in miscalculation. Even the then King Arcadia was surprised and pleased by his talent.

The person appeared bored and absent. It was too intense a shock for those who had worked so hard. Those who found admiration for their place, those who sought enlightenment and change that could not be reached in the present situation, for them this encounter would have been a difficult thing.

They grew uniformly. I found my way into the face of the land.

But those who did not, for those who were overwhelmed and broken, that day was like a nightmare. And more than that...

"What?"

"No, he said he was moved left, you see, the one who discussed Berger. The same generation, Sir Valerie."

"Left transition? Is there such a stupid story! He's going to fly more..."

My ideals sank. It was almost broken, but I still had one fingertip left. If the ideals lie ahead of you as a samurai, you can follow them after you, though they are unpleasant. Abandon your possession. To the arrowheads that seemed so, every ideal genius fell to the earth.

It's completely broken. Every event distorted his path. It is also due to the fact that a talented man sold his charm to the right to throw away his sword.

Those who broke once will not be undone. It depends on the individual readiness, whether we search for a new path and go on another path, or remain rotten.

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"Which one?

"Valerie has a 'snake' eye. It's the Reapers we should be on our way."

"I got it."

The Daltanians and the other man were walking Ulterior side by side. Until yesterday it was serenity before the storm, a superpower at the whim of Nova, but until yesterday I never thought that its heart would shake like this.

"A lot of eyes are on Invisible."

"... you blue guiko"

The Daltanians saw something scarier than heaven's luck and so on, to that Son of God. I don't pick that place just for luck. Just being rampaged there can be a huge pain in the ass for the Innovation King. At the same time, the black wolf is poisoned against its enemies. All I get is laughter.

"Fair enough. Until we shut him up with our weapons."

"Of course."

The king's left and right align everything. Then you'll have to win. by the prestige of the superpowers.

"... Valerie was a miserable man."

"I have no choice. The sword he was aiming for, ahead was in his generation. I chose to bend my sword, too. Kimon gave up on himself to be at the top. That's the kind of man I was. The man, the genius who says Jan von Zeekt. Even for him, the giant star..."

Daltanians who gained knowledge from then on, learned tactics, mended rational swords, and turned them into omnipotent warlords. Now most of them shall know him. The change paved the way, he thinks so himself. But that's why he understood the thickness of the wall, his own standing.

"… it's not a bad idea to double-check our position, Gallias"

"... weakness doesn't win anything."

"If you know it, you can't win. We also need a muddy day to win tomorrow."

They drive toward the battle to gauge how close they are now.

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Apollonia was driven up by wolves, staring just one point in front of the wreckers who were fleeing the mansion. A flash of fear, a cold tingling sensation. Regardless, I'm still far from my realm. Not the coolness until you cut off your own heat.

But I could hear the footsteps approaching.

"Well, I'm still attracted to your presence."

A sword absorbed and clearly changed from itself, from Wolf, from the samurai of other nations, just during this King's Council. That step is by no means significant. Sometimes I guess I retreat due to trial and error. But I keep changing. I am moving forward with all my strength, not tired of change.

It looks great. Look at yourself, with that talent, still ready to come and hang on to drilling. Comfortably echoes her heart. Cold enthusiasm stirs.

"Hmm, did you catch a cold?

My cheeks, my heart, everything was burning red.

Missed that funny battlefield. But she chose this place. Because that's what I cared about what that man would get against his too weak enemies on this little battlefield.

"Retreat, I don't want to die, I don't!

The best way to see it is to stand in front of the gate. I have no intention of blocking the road. There is no such thing as an elephant in her sight in the first place. So, the exposures...

"Then throw away your sword and tremble in the corner!

"This is insane. More importantly, I can't believe we're getting closer to your majesty."

Baylin and Medraut, the wreckers whose two knights have fled the threat of the wolf, cut off only the undead approaching Apollonia standing in front of the gate. Even though the tragic and tragic sight spreads, it still doesn't get into her sight. Only death piles up.

This is a small battlefield. Because there are three stars. If you have pulled out your sword in any place, it is a battlefield. A world dominated by strength.

The weak have no rights. You shouldn't have taken a sword or something if you wanted it. They know it with their own hands. Know and scatter.

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Lowenglin and Eurydice, two samurai were at the same time in the royal hand. A swan spear accompanies his throat and a thunderous arrow pokes him in the forehead. An artistic spear that has been packed so far, and a speeding bow that has been packed so far to build a counterattack posture.

Both geniuses, and still seekers for heights.

(Artistic spearshitting. Not fast, not strong. Time to flow so loosely that it seems so. Spare me, a spear that is slackened. Woohoo, why is this guy getting that? Nedeluxe lost it, and the most powerful, the Supreme Trinity wielded it, and it was God's spear.)

(Surprised. Precision is almost unchanged from tristrum, but just one point, arrow rpm, and firing speed is won by a thunderbolt bow. A woman with a bow to that man, that's all she deserves to be surprised. It's a big deal. Again, I was right over here)

Praise each other. The road is different. It is the samurai muscle that shows respect for the attitude towards height and where it leads. To say that we can move at the same time with each other's royal hands on each other, different from Strachez. I just have to glue it. Because the moment one of us has the will, we both die.

"Why did you go to Nedeluxe?

"No, no, no, we're not ordered anywhere. They just told me to pick whoever I wanted and fight whatever enemies I wanted. And I followed that word, and somehow, I'm fighting you here and now. I think you're right, because it was fun, heartfelt. I'm sorry I couldn't beat you."

Somehow I did. Saying it was good on the Gallias side as well. But he didn't choose it. Lowenglin said it happened, but was it true at all? I am one of the few samurai who works effectively against that reaper.

It was a hand that could unilaterally attack and take the lead from that insane, unreachable distance. It was well organized with Lambert, and the sickness, the thunderbolts, the clapping together, surpassed that reaper.

"One piece of advice. If I dictate the battlefield, that means your presence or absence dictates the battlefield, you should stop making mistakes."

Eurydice is just now stung and small surprised by the thought he was thinking about.

"That reaper isn't that sweet. I drew it from El Sid, I survived fighting that monster, at that point, you'd better think the creature is different from us. You don't, do you? Take that monster. If you're serious, I don't think you can change anything to this extent."

Lowenglin's spear shivers faintly. It's not killer or belligerent. Instead, a samurai with this much skill is afraid. Even the intense days in your imagination.

That day they burned before the fierce sun and set. The trauma remains deeply rooted. The defeated knights, who lost many of their men and could not protect their beloved Apollonian mother, the maiden of war, escaped unnecessarily to Garnia.

"Still, if times are moving, you can't stay put."

I swore that day that I would never hold a spear again. My best friend left Garnia, and my best friend's sister, who is a childhood friend, gave Apollonia, and I still didn't have the energy to fight. To Your Majesty, I met Apollonia, and still, I'm not sure I can protect it enough now.

"I will protect you this time."

Lowenglin pulls the spear. No will, I dared to break the equilibrium by retreating myself, and let the battle slip. I guess this is not the place for him to risk his life. From his eyes Eurydice found out the shadow of a giant star, one end of its strength.

A man so strong, with all that power, with strong knights, knowing the strength of a giant Apollonia, and a man thinks he can win, he doesn't even have fine dust. I follow you knowing you can't win. To that fact, Eurydice is stunned.

Perhaps the giant stars are higher than we imagined and uninterrupted. I wonder if the 'black gold' that we have been fighting for has not yet taken us seriously as a single time. That makes me overwhelmed with fear at once.

Eurydice was, uh, remembering. Look at the man who was once in a hurry. Even that he couldn't reach a real giant star. She didn't know how much of a difference there was. Still, I couldn't win. That is all that is engraved in history.

There is one fact. Still, the giants haven't lost anyone, they keep winning.

That was the only truth in this world, the battlefield.

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Lütes had been shown various ways that the man he thought he had already surpassed was still a better spear than himself. Amazing stickiness against a reaper who would soon be killed himself. Pull, scratch, earn distance by dying crazily, fully use the spear reach, and pour everything out for survival.

"But, yes, and die. Come on, reinforce, come on. Seriously, I can't do this anymore."

"Gihaha!"

Reaper's onslaught. Scratch and pull an awesome storm of destruction. Never step into a distance that would be immediately swallowed if you stepped forward. Take it, send it, pull it. Anyway, keep going.

"Well, you're a better samurai than I thought, Lambert."

Rudolph was honestly praising him. Something about a giant star, such as a samurai who continues to survive against Rheinberga, who has become a reaper. Probably won't hold even Wolf or William for ten seconds. To what extent do we manage to compete in Apollonia?

If so, it will be obvious to anyone how good a samurai he is. He stared at Lambert, who continued to survive muddy with the eyes of Nederks Momentum and other incredible things.

The idea of Garias, the philosophy, the system, the foundational basics.

"Amelia, you should take a good look. Even talented men can get to that area. Don't give up, even a turtle step, but keep going anyway. That way, yeah, we can do it."

White girl, Amelia nods quietly. Even in a muddy, worn out, unseen state, only Lambert's spear, the mold, has not broken even fine dust. The faithful, irresistible, repeatedly trained and stained operation is where it always is, even in extreme conditions.

"Shit, no. Ha, come on. Bokeh."

Left and right of the king, the lambale of 'disease', thoroughly engaged in a succession of battles, hazy but not breaking the basics. A tremendous drain, an obsession to fill an uninterrupted battle power gap. This is it, Garias. Despite his loss, he stirs up Garias' soldiers in his appearance.

This is also in the form of a general.

"That's Lambert! Good job!

"I made you wait!

"... whoa, whoa, you idiot"

Time spent dying and earned. I finally got a good hit there in time.

"The increased power, let me try it! Royal Gallias Army Sequence 2nd, Left Arm of the King, Daltanian!

"Shatter it! The third place in the sequence of the Royal Garias Army, the king's right arm, the boltose!

Two roaring samurai. Garias' proud supreme power penetrates the Reaper with the momentum off the horse intact. It is the pride of a superpower to bear. Responsible is the peace of Ulterior. A sign that says Garias is the one to protect. Fighting Always, Garias vs. Nedeluxe...

"Two on one, no complaints. Reaper!

"Gaha! Koros!

Start a war.